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For five years, I paid for his art, his life, and his striking resemblance to a ghost. Karson Willis was my carefully curated substitute, a warm body to fill the space left by the man I' d lost. Then, my world shattered. My adoptive family found their biological daughter, and my inheritance vanished overnight. I was cut off, exiled. That' s when I overheard him laughing. "She's broke," he scoffed. "What's the point? She was useful, but that's over now." He called our five years a "convenience" and mocked the wedding board I' d secretly made. At a company dinner, he kissed another woman in front of everyone, then left me stranded when I fell ill, accusing me of being cruel. He even brought her into my home, letting her wear my clothes. I endured it all, a cold clarity settling over me. So when he finally got down on one knee, ring in hand, begging for a second chance, I didn't even hesitate. "I never loved you," I said, pulling my hand away. "You were just a placeholder."

For two years, I lived as a ghost in the Horn manor, a world built on blood money where my every breath was monitored. Fulton Horn, my stepfather’s nephew and the executor of my life, held the golden leash around my neck, forcing me to play the role of his secret mistress while he paraded a socialite as his fiancée. Everything shattered at a high-society gala when the scent of raw seafood made me vomit at the feet of Fulton’s future bride. The ballroom erupted in whispers of a secret pregnancy, but Fulton’s reaction wasn't concern—it was cold, predatory calculation. He immediately forced me into a clinical "inspection" to ensure his "merchandise" was sound, then destroyed my only chance at escape by framing my friend in a scandal and blacklisting my credit. He dragged me to his penthouse, ripped my clothes, and told me I was nothing but a "placeholder" for his dead first love, Arlena. I was drowning in his obsession, forced to model his fiancée’s engagement gown while he claimed he was the only one who could "protect" me. "You are what I say you are," he whispered, "and you belong where I say you belong." I didn't understand how he could be so cruel, or why he was so determined to keep me in a cage of secrets. But when I looked closer at the photo of the "original" girl he loved, my blood turned to ice. It wasn't a girl named Arlena. It was a picture of me from six years ago, smiling and unbroken. I realized then that Fulton hadn't just found a replacement—he had spent years carefully destroying the girl I used to be so he could keep the broken pieces for himself. Reaching for the hidden keycard, I finally made a choice: I would find a way to kill the ghost he loved before he finished killing the woman I had become.

Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she’d been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates. Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she’d saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank. Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh’s side when she faked a cough. Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"—a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead. The men, blind with panic for Haleigh’s minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever.

I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.

Kathern was forced out of her sister's home by her abusive brother-in-law, who violently demanded she pay half the rent or get out. To protect her sister from his rage, Kathern agreed to a six-month paper marriage with a stranger—an old woman's grandson, Bronson—in exchange for a simple apartment. But her new husband treated her like a scheming gold digger from the very first second. He showed up to City Hall in a cheap suit, shoved a brutal prenup in her face, and dumped her in a completely empty, dust-filled apartment. "Just don't cause any trouble," he warned coldly, before leaving her alone. When Kathern politely texted him to ask if he was coming home for dinner, he immediately blocked her number. Kathern was furious and baffled. She didn't want a dime of his money, nor did she care about his boring middle-management job. She had only agreed to this marriage for a place to sleep, yet this arrogant man treated her like absolute garbage. Refusing to swallow the insult, Kathern immediately dialed his grandmother to expose his behavior. She was going to build her own independent life, completely unaware that her "cheap corporate loser" of a husband was actually the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Vaughan empire.

I've spent years as the Blake pack's punching bag-all because of a lie about my dad. Veronica, the she-wolf I once loved, the mother of my little Ivy, spat on me daily. "You're a rogue," she'd snarl, slamming me into walls. "Ivy will never know you're her father." Preston, that snake, made it worse. He paid thugs to beat me, whispered lies to turn the pack against me. But when Veronica locked me in a basement with rabid dogs? That's when I knew I had to die-or fake it. I chose the latter. Now I'm free. Camille's in my arms, our daughter Lila clinging to my leg, her laugh brighter than the moon. But Veronica found me. "Owen, I love you," she sobbed, dragging me to a binding ceremony. I stared at Camille, at Lila's sleeping face. "Some wounds don't heal, pup."

!! WARNING...Mature Contents !! ****Synopsis*** "You're mine Emery!" His deep husky voice fanned my ear as the hair in my body stood up in acknowledgment. Only he can make me feel this way, only him can claim me this way but he's a monster, a big bad monster. "I'm not letting go of you" **** Emery Callus, the popular girl in pack with no wolf and mate. Her main aim was seeking for a mate and not her wolf. Until her twin sister got her's making her lose hope in it all. But the unexpected happened, when she thought she wouldn't have one unknowingly to her that the moon goddess paired her with the big bad wolf that she hates and scared of, would she reject him after finally finding her mate after 21yrs or would she force herself to accept him. And a prophecy...a prophecy that was pronounced years ago....a prophecy that everyone seems to have long forgotten will resurface it's self again threatening Emery's life forcing the deep revelation. Are you as curious as I am?...then follow me as we go on this bumpy ride lovelies....

Atenea, a young woman of captivating beauty, displays an innocent face that could easily be mistaken for that of an angel; however, don't be deceived, for behind that appearance hides the very devil in a small body. She accepts Valentino Rizzo's marriage proposal-an ice-hearted businessman-bound by the obligation to save her father's nearly bankrupt factory. When the young Russian sets foot on Italian soil, she comes face to face with her future husband's mistress. One might think that the fragile girl would cry over a future with a fiancé who has another woman, but... -"You're my fiancé's woman, you say?" -she removes her sunglasses, a gentle smile curving her lips-. "Nice to meet you, I'm Atenea Volkova, the future wife of your man. Sorry... our man." In contrast, a husband with a cold and unyielding heart, who constantly shows her his disdain and openly professes his love for his mistress, becomes astonished when he discovers a small detail that binds him to his tiny wife. Love arises, grows, multiplies, but at some point, it must perish, for Atenea Volkova is not willing to give her heart to any man. It was a promise made on her knees before a grave, where her fragile heart was buried for life. Can true love bloom between a heart of ice and another cracked and closed to the feelings of love?

Dami Adeyemi arrives at La Rose Académie d'Hiver, a neo-Gothic fortress of old money and European prestige, carrying nothing but a scholarship and the roar of Lagos in his veins. He's an outsider, a basketball prodigy, and the school's most blatant anomaly. ​His first collision is with Sofia Diaz, the fiery, Spanish-speaking Debate Queen whose family name is practically carved into the marble halls. She's polished, ruthless, and entirely too used to getting her way-until Dami ruins her cashmere with hot chocolate. ​Their worlds are oil and water. She sees a clumsy upstart. He sees a spoiled tyrant. Their verbal sparring-in the classroom, the cafeteria, and the pages of the school blog-quickly becomes the only entertainment La Rose has. It's a battle of wits, pride, and social standing. ​But when their undeniable intellectual spark ignites something deeper, they realize the line between rivalry and desire is dangerously thin. In a school built on rules and tradition, Dami and Sofia are about to prove that the only thing more volatile than high-stakes debate is high-stakes rebellion. ​Rivalry. Revolution. Romance. ​Game on.

Whispered secrets. Shared bodies. No regrets. Some secrets are too hot to keep quiet. Naughty Confessions pulls back the curtain on the private fantasies we only dare to admit in the dark. This compilation is a raw, unfiltered journey through the moments where "too much" is never enough-a collection guaranteed to leave you soaked with heat or hard as a rock from the very first chapter. Every page is a deliberate provocation, designed to push your pulse to the limit and keep you on the edge of total release.

🔞Explicit Content🔞 "Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum." ****** Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact. She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering. Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise. A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy... a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden. Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her. Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all. Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal. What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair. And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez. A deal turns into obsession. Survival into desire. Desire into Hate. Hate into Love. That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake. Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her? Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?

Anna Russell thought she had found her forever in Derrick Martinez, the man holding the Silverfang Pack together while their Alphas were in seclusion. She gave him her innocence and her heart, only to find him in the arms of another woman hours later. Humiliated, rejected, and cast out into the rain by the very pack she called family, Anna decides she is done playing the victim. She trades her tears for a leather jacket and her heartbreak for a handgun. She rides to the Silverfang palace to end the man who betrayed her, but a single bullet intended for the Beta hits the wrong target. Ryker Reed, the most ruthless of the legendary Twin Alphas, doesn't even flinch when her bullet pierces his skin. Instead, he looks at Anna with a dark, hungry smirk. He and his brother Ronald have returned from eight years of exile to find their pack in shambles and their fated mate standing before them with a smoking gun. Now, Anna is caught between two powerful Alphas who want to claim her and a past that wants to destroy her. With the Silverfang Pack riddled with traitors, fake bonds, and hidden assassins, Anna must decide: Will she run from the destiny she never asked for? Or will she seduce the twin kings and take the throne she was born to rule?

Tim Mercer has always been alone. Awkward in conversation and uncomfortable in crowds, he spends most nights inside his small apartment with only his cat and the glow of a television for company. Until the night the power goes out. Bored and curious, Tim pulls an old Ouija board from a dusty closet and asks the darkness if anyone is there. Something answers. She calls herself Serenity, a beautiful woman trapped between worlds. At first, she is gentle. Comforting. Everything Tim has ever wished someone could be, but every night she visits, Tim grows weaker. Serenity isn't looking for love, she's feeding.

I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory. I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years. I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news. But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me. After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me. "Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce." Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"

From a Billionaire Elite to a strategic survivor and Leader. Jasper for once thought it was paranoia he told himself but after giving it a second thought, He told himself it's preparation. The sky didn't warn them, it had only burned and within a single moment, the world collapsed. Jasper was supposed to come home back to his wife, Stacy and to his brother, Anthony to see everything normal but normal doesn't exist anymore not after the fire that fell from the sky or after the cities had turned into graveyards or signals died... only silence answered instead. Alone in the ruins, Jasper learns quickly that survival isn't about strength but about adaptation and the world he's walking through? It doesn't forgive mistakes. As days turn into a brutal fight for existence. Water became scarce and rare, pure gold, food too was gone and trust? dead and the living? Sometimes they're worse than whatever ended the world. But just when hope becomes a memory... will Jasper find them alive or dead? Now surrounded by a group that doesn't trust him...He is also hunted by enemies they don't fully understand...and weakened by a hunger that's slowly tearing them apart Jasper faces a new reality: Surviving alone was simple and surviving together? That's where people turn on each other. Because in this new world, every decision costs something and the deeper they go the clearer one terrifying truth becomes that the collapse wasn't the end. It was the beginning of something far worse. And just when Jasper thinks that he understands the rules of survival a night will prove him wrong because something is always watching, tracking and waiting. Now the big question isn't who survives only but who's willing to stay human when it's over. It's a story of how an ordinary man became a weapon of war as he sacrificed his humanity to save the ones he protects. Once you start reading, you won't stop.

Chapter 1 The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world went black just as his deep voice brushed my ear. "Relax, little spy. Let us show you what The Veil really is." My heart slammed against my ribs. The masked party in the Brooklyn warehouse had been loud with moans and music only seconds ago. Now everything narrowed to the heat of three bodies surrounding me in the private room. Strong hands guided me backward until my thighs hit the edge of a leather bench. Fingers-long and confident-traced my collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin black dress. I sucked in a sharp breath as cool ice suddenly pressed against my neck, melting instantly against my flushed skin. A second set of hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp with traitorous arousal. "Who are you?" I whispered, even as my nipples tightened painfully. The man behind me chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Tonight, we're the ones asking questions." The ice trailed down between my breasts, leaving a wet path that made me shiver. Then warm lips replaced it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just above my bra. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My hands were gently pulled behind my back and secured with something soft-silk, maybe. The restraint wasn't tight, but it sent a rush of heat straight to my core. Another hand-rougher, more commanding-cupped my ass and squeezed. "So responsive already," the voice murmured, approval thick in his tone. "Good girl." The praise hit me like a drug. My knees weakened. I hated how much I loved it. The ice moved lower, circling my navel, then lower still until it pressed against the lace covering my clit. I gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The cold burned deliciously against my swollen flesh. Fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them aside. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy right before a warm tongue replaced the ice, licking one slow, torturous stripe from entrance to clit. "Oh fuck-" My head fell back against a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright as the tongue between my legs circled faster, sucking lightly. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My thighs trembled. I was supposed to be gathering evidence, not melting under their touch. But God, the way they played my body-like they already knew every secret I'd never told anyone-made my mind spin. The man behind me pinched my nipple through my dress, rolling it between his fingers. "Let go, beautiful. We've got you." I came hard, sudden and shocking, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out completely, but they caught me, holding me between their bodies as I shook. The blindfold stayed on. My breathing was ragged. Then a calm, authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Take it off." The silk was removed. Three devastatingly handsome men stood before me-tall, powerful, radiating raw dominance. The one with icy blue eyes and sharp features stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. The playful one with warm brown eyes and a dangerous smirk licked his lips slowly. The third, broad-shouldered and intense, watched me with barely restrained hunger. The blue-eyed man tilted his head. "Your real name isn't Elena Voss, is it... Nova Kane?" My stomach dropped. They knew. Before I could speak, the door to the private room clicked shut behind us. The blue-eyed man stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We have a proposal for you, little journalist. One that involves a 90-day contract... and your complete surrender." My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers brushed my still-sensitive clit, making me jolt. "Or we can ruin your career right now."

A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him. To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home! Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée. 8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper. But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her! So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?

When her husband allegedly dies in a tragic accident, a grieving widow is shattered. However, her world turns upside down when she meets his supposed identical twin brother, a man she never knew existed. As she is drawn into his billionaire lifestyle, she notices hauntingly familiar habits. Suspicion grows that her spouse faked his death to assume a new identity. She must now navigate a web of lies and secrets to uncover the truth behind his vanishing.

After discovering her boyfriend and her best friend are having an affair, a devastated young woman decides to strike back. She approaches the campus's most notorious billionaire bad boy with a daring proposal: a fake relationship designed to shatter her ex's heart. As they play their roles to perfection, the line between performance and reality begins to blur. Can she execute her revenge without falling for the dangerous man she recruited?

After her fated mate, the future Alpha, publicly rejects her for another, Elena is left broken and humiliated. However, her life takes a shocking turn when the legendary Lycan King claims her as his own. Elena must navigate the dangerous politics of the royal court while dealing with her former pack's regret. As a hidden power awakens within her, she discovers that being the King’s consort carries a destiny far greater than she ever imagined.

After being cruelly rejected by her destined Alpha mate, a heartbroken werewolf struggles to rebuild her shattered life. Just as she begins to accept a lonely future, an unexpected encounter with a powerful stranger reveals a rare second chance at love. Now, she must navigate the dangerous politics of the pack and overcome past traumas to embrace a new destiny. Will she find the strength to trust again and claim her rightful place as a Luna?

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha. Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women. He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn't believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there's something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called "personal omega." He thinks I'm weak, fragile, breakable... but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud. I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul? Worse, he's starting to suspect I'm not who I say I am. Because I'm not just Christy, the omega. I'm a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

I was staring at the two pink lines on the plastic stick, trembling with the terrifying joy of carrying the heir to the New York underworld’s most ruthless faction. Then the intercom buzzed, and a voice splintered my world. "The little art student actually thinks I'm going to marry her? It was just a game to pass the time while you were in Europe, Estella." I froze. My boyfriend, Holden, was in the next room, laughing with the daughter of his rival. He explained that I was just a "clean civilian image" he needed to secure a business deal. Now that the deal was signed, he was dumping the "stray" to marry the "Queen." I tried to run, but freedom only lasted forty-eight hours. Holden didn't just break my heart; he turned my terror into content. He kidnapped me, tied me to a chair at the edge of a cliff, and forced me to choose between my life and his new fiancée's. Then, he pushed me off the edge. As gravity snatched me, I heard him laughing. I landed on a stunt airbag. It was just a "social experiment." A sick prank for his amusement. "Don't be so dramatic, Kenia," he called down. "It's just a game." He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a prop in his life. But he forgot that I knew his secrets. I dragged my injured body to a payphone and dialed the one number Holden told me to fear—the rival Don, Gael Simpson. "It's Kenia," I whispered, clutching the receiver like a lifeline. "I'm calling in the debt."

I lived in the shadow of the Randolph estate, a scholarship girl who spent years calling the heir of the family "brother." I thought the cold distance between us was my protection, a boundary that would keep me safe in a world of wealth and power. Then I woke up on the thick Persian rug of his private study, my body aching and my mind fractured by disjointed, violent memories of whiskey and his scorching touch. Panic flooded my chest as I scrambled to cover myself with a discarded blouse, desperately stammering that it was a mistake, a drunken lapse in judgment. But Hunter sat on the sofa, unbothered and terrifyingly sober. He watched me with eyes that lacked any hint of the haze that clouded my own. "I wasn't drunk, Herminia." The air left the room. He had been fully aware while I was lost in the smoke. Before I could flee, he caught me, his fingers digging into my waist with a grip that felt more like a claim than a rescue. A dark purple bruise bloomed on my neck—a mark of possession that meant my life was over if our mother, Barbara, ever saw it. Instead of letting me go, Hunter used my terror to tighten the noose. He manipulated Barbara into moving me to the East Wing, his private sector where no staff were allowed and every door was a dead end. I became a prisoner in a silk-lined cage, watched by bodyguards he hired to "protect" me from the very scandal he created. At breakfast, I had to sit in silence as Barbara planned his marriage to a wealthy heiress, all while his foot pressed possessively against my leg under the table. He wanted a perfect wife for the cameras and me hidden in his wing as his "common distraction." He even tasted the blood from my wounded finger, whispering that I was his. I looked at the high lace collar hiding my shame and the bars on my beautiful windows. My "brother" was a predator who had bought everyone I trusted, from the maids to my own assistant. As the florists began delivering lilies for his engagement party, I realized I was standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, and the only person holding the key to my cage was the monster who wanted to consume me.