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The canvas felt heavy in my hands as I climbed the spiral staircase to Ryan's study. Seven years of love captured in brushstrokes – our first meeting by the silver lake, the moment our eyes locked and our wolves recognized each other. I'd spent weeks perfecting it, stealing hours between pack duties to create something worthy of our marking ceremony tomorrow. My heart fluttered with anticipation. After seven years, I would finally become his Luna in more than just name. The bond would be complete, sealed with his mark upon my neck. No more whispers behind my back about the unmarked Omega playing at being Luna. "You're being ridiculous," I whispered to my wolf, Emma, who paced anxiously within me. She'd been restless all day, whimpering and scratching at my consciousness. *Something's wrong.

I was a low - ranking omega who sold myself to Alpha Lucian Thorne for $300,000 to be the stand - in for his true love, Vanessa Monroe. I endured humiliation, abuse, and degradation at the hands of Lucian and his pack. After being thrown off a cliff while trying to save Vanessa, I survived and spent five years abroad, reinventing myself as a successful cellular biology PhD named Emily. When I returned, Lucian, now obsessed with me, tried to win me back. I refused, revealing the truth about my mistreatment. Eventually, Lucian ended up in a coma after a car accident caused by a vengeful Vanessa, and I decided to reclaim my original name, Ashvale, as I continued to pursue my research dreams.

Growing up, my real mother ignored me, showering all her love on a rich young heir. It was only then I realized why my life had been one misfortune after another. Eathen had been living the life I was supposed to have, while I was left in the shadows. My mother constantly obstructed my relationship with Chalotte, doing everything she could to drive us apart, while Eathen took advantage of every opportunity, replacing me in every way. A bitter smile crossed my face as I made up my mind. On the night of their wedding, I would reveal the truth that would shatter everything.

Inaya, a law student, the queen bee of her privileged world, where champagne toasts and designer heels are the norm but when her sister runs away on her wedding day, Inaya's life gets a major reality check. Suddenly, she is forced to marry her sister's groom, a complete stranger and that stranger just happens to be her criminal law professor, the man she hated the most, Professor Marcel!!! They both wonder what this marriage built on hatred has in store for them.

The bullet tore through my chest, ending my life as the perfect mafia princess. My fiancé, Connor Walls, watched me bleed out on the cold tile floor while he calmly cleaned his gun. Standing beside him was my cousin Jana, the girl I trusted with my life, looking at him with adoration as I took my last breath. I died realizing that the "Golden Prince" of the Chicago Outfit was actually a monster who had beaten me behind closed doors for years. And the man I had been terrified of—his brother Brannon, the "Butcher"—was the only one who had ever truly protected me. I died full of regret, hatred, and the metallic taste of blood. But then, I gasped, my body jolting upright on a blue gym mat. My skin was smooth. My heart was beating. Connor stood above me, young and arrogant, offering me a hand. I was twenty-one again. The beatings, the betrayal, the murder—none of it had happened yet. Connor smiled, thinking I was still the naive girl he planned to break and discard. He thought I would walk into the Rite of Choice tonight and obediently become his property. He was wrong. That night, under the crystal chandeliers, the Don asked me to pledge myself to the heir. The entire room held its breath, waiting for the rehearsed "I do." I looked at Connor, then turned my gaze to the terrifying shadow in the corner. "The debt requires a union with the Walls bloodline," I said, my voice steel. "It does not specify the heir." I pointed at the monster everyone feared. "I choose Brannon Walls."

I spent six years raising his twins, believing I was his wife. Then the bank manager slid a document across the desk. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunlap. You aren't listed as the mother. Eliana Dudley is." I drove to Gavin's office, desperate for answers. Instead, I found him with his high school sweetheart, Eliana, sitting on his lap. I froze as I heard him laugh. "Alex was just a comfortable alternative," he told her. "A glorified nanny to keep the seat warm until you came back." My world shattered. But it got worse. At the twins' birthday party, the children I had loved like my own screamed that they hated me. His seven-year-old son shoved me down the stone steps. I hit the ground hard. Pain exploded in my stomach. I looked up, begging Gavin for help. He didn't move. He just wrapped his arm around Eliana and turned away. "Come on, kids," he said coldly. "Let's go cut the cake. Alex is just making a scene." I lay on the cold patio, bleeding out the baby he didn't even know I was carrying, listening to them sing "Happy Birthday" inside. He thought I would fade away. He thought a check would fix it. But when I woke up in the hospital, the woman who loved him was dead. I signed the divorce papers, walked out, and built an empire he could never touch. Now, three years later, he's begging at my feet. "I made a mistake," he sobs. I look at my new husband and smile. "I know. And now you have to live with it."

I was four months pregnant with the Alpha's heir, and I had given up everything for Michael. I hid my identity as the daughter of the powerful Alpha Hayes, stripped away my inheritance, and poured my personal fortune into building his pack. I thought we were the golden couple. But one rainy night, Michael came home smelling of vanilla and deception. Exhausted, his mental barriers slipped, and I heard his thoughts project through our Mind-Link to his mistress, Serena. "She is just a vessel," his internal voice sneered. "Once the pup is born, we take the child and reject her. I only need the Hayes money a little longer." My world shattered. I wasn't his mate; I was a bank account with a pulse. The cruelty escalated when a waiter tripped at dinner, sending boiling soup flying toward our table. Michael didn't reach for me or his unborn child. He lunged to shield Serena, leaving me to take the scalding liquid full force on my pregnant belly. While I lay in the hospital with burns, he told the doctors to prioritize Serena's "shock" over my injuries. He thought I was broken. He thought I was trapped. He was wrong. I bribed the nurse to write two words on my chart: "Spontaneous Abortion." Then I froze every asset in the pack, signed the divorce papers, and vanished. Michael wanted a future without me? He’s about to find out exactly what that costs.

I, Liya Anderson, was the pampered Alpha female heir before. But everything was shattered by an invasion! My mother turned out to be the second chance for the bastard who destroyed my pack, and we were captured. Since then, my mother changed, no longer caring for me, allowing me to be abused by the triplet stepbrothers. Soon, I thought I had lucked out by encountering a savior. Naively, I believed he would take me away from this hell. But it seems that three won't let me go... *** "You don't seem to understand it, do you?" The irritated edge to Hunter tone brought more tears to my eyes. Gunter stepped closer, leaving no distance between us as he gazed at me with darkened eyes glowing with undiluted fury, "haven't we told you before?" My heart stopped for a second when Ryder's hand wrapped my neck, lifting me from the floor a little bit. "Let me clarify it again, Liya. You belong to no one else but us. You're ours to look at, ours to touch and most definitely ours to fuck! This is your FUCKING fate! Accept it!" His deadly tone had a hint of mischief. Yeah, I should have known earlier. This is my miserable fate...

I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five. But Silas didn't say "I do." He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone. He left me for a waitress named Lola. The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash. When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize. He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress. He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her. He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps. He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void. Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle. The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen. "Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?" I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me. "I do," I whispered. Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.

On the day of their wedding anniversary, Elena discovers her billionaire husband, Sebastian, exchanging vows with another woman during a live broadcast. Devastated by the public betrayal, she seeks the truth behind the secret ceremony and his sudden change of heart. As she navigates a web of lies and corporate intrigue, Elena must decide if their love was ever real or if she was merely a pawn in a much larger, more dangerous game.

After discovering a child left at her door, Olivia is shocked to find the girl is her husband’s secret daughter. Despite the betrayal, she chooses to raise the child, plunging her into a web of hidden pasts and marital deception. As she uncovers the truth behind her husband's double life, Olivia must navigate a dangerous path of secrets to protect her new family. This journey of unexpected motherhood reveals a mystery that threatens everything she knew.

In the shadow of the underworld, a dangerous obsession ignites when a ruthless mafia heir encounters a woman who defies his absolute control. As their lives entwine, a web of dark secrets and lethal betrayals threatens to shatter her world. Trapped between a forbidden attraction and a deadly mystery, she must navigate a landscape of violence where love is a weakness. In this high-stakes game of power, every desire comes with a devastating price.

In a world of shifting power and ancient bloodlines, a Lycan prince makes a choice that sends shockwaves through his kingdom. Bound by duty to an arranged betrothal, he defies tradition and high-ranking expectations to choose a different path. His decision to sever ties with his intended bride for another woman ignites a storm of political tension and romantic passion. Now, they must navigate the dangerous fallout of an abandoned royal pact.

The evening breeze carried the scent of pine and wildflowers through the Silver Moon Pack's grand gathering hall. I smoothed down the silver silk dress that Alexander had insisted I wear for tonight's celebration—a rare gesture that had momentarily rekindled a flicker of hope within me. Ten years as Luna to Alpha Alexander Sterling had taught me to cherish these small moments of consideration. "You look beautiful tonight, Luna Melissa," whispered Elara, our pack healer, as she passed by with a tray of ceremonial wine. I offered her a gentle smile, though we both knew the compliment was merely a kindness. The years of Alexander's infidelities had hollowed something inside me, leaving shadows beneath my eyes that no amount of preparation could conceal. Still, I held my head high as befitting the Luna of the prestigious Silver Moon Pack. Alexander stood across the room, his powerful frame commanding attention as he addressed the gathered wolves. His voice carried that natural Alpha timbre that had once made my heart race. Now, I simply watched him perform his duties, wondering which of the she-wolves in attendance might become his ninety-ninth or hundredth chosen mate.

This is the best steamy story you will ever find. Prepare to have your mind blown by series of s*xcapades between couples, friends, enemies and even families. This book is filled with mouth watering scenes that would leave you wet or hard as a rock Note: rated 18+. Read at your own risk. It includes lesbianism, anal, and threesomes. If any of that bothers you, find another story to read.

When Amara Nwosu, a broken Nigerian photographer, lands in the vibrant heart of Lumeria, all she wants is silence- a place to heal, a city to disappear in, and a project to keep her hands busy while her heart stays numb. But Lumeria has its own plans. The city hums with color and chaos, music and memory, and somewhere between the rain-soaked markets and golden riverbanks, she crosses paths with Kairo Mbeki - an architect with a past as heavy as hers and eyes that see far too much. Their worlds collide under the weight of coincidence, and something unspoken sparks between them: a pull neither of them wants to name, a connection that feels both familiar and forbidden. As Amara's camera begins to capture the soul of Lumeria, Kairo becomes the part of it she cannot frame - the one thing she can't walk away from. But love in Lumeria isn't simple. Between family expectations, personal scars, and the ghosts of everything they've lost, both must decide whether healing means holding on... or finally letting go. In a story of second chances, cultural beauty, and quiet resilience, Call Me by Your Name reminds us that sometimes, love doesn't ask for grand gestures - it just asks to be seen.

I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured. But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside. "She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked. "Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal." My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark. When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen. "Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal." They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life. At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor. They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding. They killed the baby in my womb. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end. But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews. I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream. As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession. I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.

Leanna's doctor for the lump was Shane-her first love. Ten years ago, his friends had mocked her as the "fat, ugly girl." She'd scrimped to gift him a violin, only to see him toss it away. "A cheap violin? I've got better at home. If you like it, take one." She remade herself, shed the weight, and changed her name. Their reunion blindsided her, but he snapped first. "Leanna, where do you think you're going?" She had a fiancé and was planning a wedding. She smiled. "Toying with me-now you're serious?" He bowed. "Always. I want you for life." He crowded her against his desk, voice rough. "Leave him. You belong with me."

For three years, I was the unpaid maid, cook, and accountant for my boyfriend Kieran's family. His mother, Jeanie, never let me forget my place. "You're not legally family," she'd say, whenever I asked for basic respect. Then I found the messages on his phone. He and Jeanie were arranging his engagement to Carolina Farley, a wealthy heiress. They called me a placeholder—someone who was just "around" until a better option came along. Jeanie sat me down and told me it was time to leave, confident I had nowhere else to go. She was wrong. While they slept, I earned my CPA license. While they spent, I saved every dollar. While they dismissed me as "just the girlfriend," I bought my own condo. When Kieran finally came crawling back, begging for another chance, I had one thing to say: "I'm already married. To a man who didn't need three years to know my worth." He thought I'd wait forever. He thought wrong.

Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy. Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved. But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all. Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her. Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.

In a world of shifting loyalties, a devoted werewolf makes the ultimate sacrifice by surrendering her inner wolf to the man she loves. Yet, despite her profound gift, he cruelly abandons her for another mate. Stripped of her power and left vulnerable, she must navigate the pain of betrayal and the harsh reality of her new existence. This emotional fantasy follows her journey of resilience as she faces the heartless choice of her former lover.

In the heart of modern Seoul, where neon lights hum like restless ghosts, Lee Mira lives a second life she was never meant to have. Once consumed by a mysterious fire that should have ended her, she awakens in a world that doesn't quite feel real - where shadows move through networks, and her reflection whispers secrets she can't unhear. Haunted by the past and hunted by the truth, Mira begins to unravel the cause of the blaze that stole everything from her. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes the fire wasn't an accident - it was a message. A warning. A creation born from her own hands. Now, with Evan Choi, the man who once saved her and might still betray her, Mira must walk the line between vengeance and redemption. Together, they navigate a city built on memory and deceit - where love burns as fiercely as revenge, and every secret has a pulse. Because some flames never die. They remember. And they always find their way home.

I sat at the head of the mahogany table, the heavy heirloom emeralds around my neck marking me as the future Queen of the Cosa Nostra. But the man beside me—Jax Viles, the most feared Don in New York—had his hand resting possessively on the thigh of the woman sitting to his right. She wasn't his fiancée. I was. The humiliation didn't stop at dinner. Jax moved her into my home, turned my dance studio into her closet, and when she pushed me down a flight of stairs, he stepped over my broken body to comfort her because she was "shaken up." He started a bloody gang war just to defend her honor, yet ignored my desperate calls warning him of an ambush. To him, I wasn't a partner. I was furniture—a fixture that was expected to be silent and useful. He would burn the world to ash for her, but for me, he wouldn't even skip a meeting. So, while he was out celebrating his victory for her, I didn't wait for him to come home. I left the engagement ring in the trash can next to the toilet. On his desk, I left a single note: "I release you from the oath. I hope she's worth the war." By the time he realized his mistake and came looking for his shadow, I was already gone, ready to become the Queen of my own life.

For ten years, I loved Holden Jackson, even marrying him knowing I was just a stand-in for his true love, Isabelle. I played the part of the perfect, predictable wife, hoping one day he' d finally see me. That hope died the night our mansion caught fire. He burst into our smoke-filled bedroom, looked right at me, then scooped up our dog and ran, leaving me to burn. It was a chilling echo of the day I miscarried our child, screaming for him while he comforted Isabelle next door. He never came for me then, and he didn't come for me now. In that inferno, watching him save the dog over his own wife, I didn't feel pain or anger. I felt nothing. The naive girl who loved him was finally dead, incinerated along with my last shred of hope. So when I woke up in the hospital to a text confirming my divorce was final, I didn't cry. I booked a one-way ticket to Geneva. This time, I was choosing to save myself. Here we go.