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Leyla sacrificed her face to save Kristopher, only to endure three years of humiliation in a loveless marriage. Her last hope died when she learned the "vitamins" he gave her were contraceptives-and watched him lavish money on his returning first love. She demanded a divorce and walked away with nothing. Then her true identity stunned everyone: she was the cherished daughter of a royal-level dynasty, backed by three powerful brothers. On the very first day of her divorce, a limo picked her up. her second brother had worked his magic-her scarred face was restored to its former radiance. And at the first banquet she attended, she made such a stunning entrance that jaws dropped across the room. As for her ex-husband-the one who'd never given her a second glance-he was completely blindsided. For the first time in his life, Kristopher felt the sharp bite of regret. Now, he was desperate to win her back.

"Please," Isabella whispered, her eyes lifting to his, and he paused. She wanted him-Alexander could see it burning in her gaze, in the hand that grasped his chest, pulling him closer. Damn it, she probably didn't even know she was doing it. "Tell me, you don't want me right now and I will stop." His cock pressed painfully against his fly, against her, but he would back away-it would kill him, but he'd do it. "I... I-" She broke off, shaking her head as though she couldn't believe her own mind, her tongue brushing nervously across her lower lip. "I can't." "Can't?" he pressed, hope surging. "I want you." It was hushed, it was uncertain, but it was there. A groan ripped through his restraint, and his lips crushed hers with every possessive ounce of his being. "Lex..." she moaned, raking a hand through his hair as her other hand clawed at him through his jacket. "This kind of fun is worth fighting for," he rasped. ---------- Isabella Hawthorne wasn't looking for happily ever after-she just wanted to survive it. It was her brother and best friend's wedding, and happy as she was for them, Isabella couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Everyone around her seemed to have someone... Except her. One too many drinks later, she finds the perfect distraction: Alexander Bolton. He's dark, dangerous, and looks like he knows exactly how to make a woman forget her own name. ​The plan was simple: One night. No strings. No names. ​But when Isabella wakes up the next morning with the mother of all headaches and a ring on her left hand, she realizes "no strings" has turned into a legal binding. It had to be a nightmare... One she desperately needs to wake up from.

"Luce, I know you've been acting differently this past month. Look at me, darling, don't avoid me anymore." I stood on tiptoe and wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips pressed against his thin lips. For a moment, Lucien froze, but he finally returned my kiss. He pressed his lips against mine. His hands held me tightly. Suddenly, he jerked away and pulled back. He immediately shoved me, causing me to stagger two steps before finally falling. "What's happened over the past month is a mistake. Don't you dare repeat this dirty game! You act like a whore!" - Married, affectionate in public but strangers behind the scenes. That was Lucien and Serena's marriage. Serena stayed because of her debt of gratitude to Lucien's grandfather and her deep love for him. Until finally, Camille, Lucien's beloved ex-girlfriend, returned. Serena didn't want to be pushed further to the sidelines. She chose to walk away. She eventually divorced Lucien even though he opposed it. That's when the tables turned. Lucien began chasing after her, realizing that Serena was the one who ruled his heart. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

I sacrificed my career and endured agonizing IVF treatments, all just to give my husband's wealthy family an heir. But when I checked the smart ring app his company had launched, I discovered my personal profile was labeled as a "Temporary User"—all data automatically wiped every 90 days. And positioned right above me, the name of his junior employee, Katerina, was glaringly listed as the "Primary User," complete with a detailed log tracking her 24-week pregnancy. When I confronted him, Calvin didn't apologize. Instead, he brought his pregnant mistress home. He actually demanded that I act as her caretaker, while his mother sneered, calling me a disposable ornament and ordering me to leave the marriage with nothing. My husband had merely used my painful fertility struggles to beta-test his algorithms, while secretly using our marital assets to fund his new family. In this marriage, I was nothing but a temporary data point. They thought I would silently accept being treated as a disposable "guest." But I handed over the evidence of his severe data privacy violations to a shrewd, ruthless lawyer, and then decisively exposed the truth to the world.

Ariana went to celebrate _him_. What she got instead was betrayal - and not from just anyone. Her boyfriend chose her best friend. Hurt and furious, she did the one thing she'd never done before: she spent the night with a stranger to forget. He was dangerous, possessive, and infuriatingly unforgettable. One night was supposed to be enough to forget. It wasn't.The next day, her mother told her they were moving in with her new husband. No choice. No time to think. Ariana told herself it couldn't get worse. It did. The stranger from that night was standing in her new kitchen the next morning. Tall. Cold. He was her new stepbrother. Kian Mercer tried to stay away. He told himself it was a mistake, that he'd keep his distance, that she was off limits now. He didn't last long. Every glance, every accidental brush, every sharp word between them only made it worse. He hates that he wants her. She hates that she wants him back. But hate and want are dangerous things when you live under the same roof. And Kian's not good at playing fair when it comes to what's his.Betrayal broke her. He was supposed to be the mistake she forgot. Now he's the obsession she can't escape._Off Limits: My One-Night Stepbrother_ is a dark, possessive stepbrother romance with forced proximity, jealousy, secrets, and a love that refuses to let go.

Lyla spent her entire life dreaming of the day she would meet her destined mate. That dream becomes a nightmare during the Blood Moon Ceremony when the Moon Goddess chooses Alpha Kieran, the most powerful and ruthless Alpha in the northern territories, as her mate. For one breathless moment, Lyla believes she has finally found her happily ever after. Then Kieran looks her in the eyes and says the words that shatter her world. "I, Alpha Kieran, reject you as my mate." Rejected in front of the entire pack, Lyla becomes the laughingstock of the Silver Moon Pack. With her heart broken and her pride destroyed, she disappears into the forbidden woods. Everyone believes she is dead. But five years later, Lyla returns. She is no longer the helpless girl Kieran rejected. She is now a powerful Luna of the rival Shadow Pack, feared and respected-and standing beside her is Caelum, a dangerously powerful Alpha who would burn the world to protect her. But Lyla has brought back something else. A son. A little boy with silver eyes that are unmistakably Kieran's. When Kieran discovers the truth, he realizes the mate he so carelessly rejected was the woman he never stopped loving-and the child he never knew existed is his own flesh and blood. Now Kieran wants his mate back. Caelum is willing to fight him for her. And Lyla? She doesn't want either man's pity. She certainly doesn't want Kieran's second chance. She wants revenge. But when old enemies rise, secrets from the past begin to surface, and the bond between Lyla and Kieran refuses to die, she must decide whether to punish the Alpha who broke her heart... or give him the second chance he never deserved.

Waking up from an emergency appendectomy, Ana reached for her phone, expecting a comforting text from her boyfriend of three years. Instead, a trending video popped up, showing him passionately kissing her stepsister on an Aspen balcony. "She's just my assistant. Efficient, but boring. She'll get over it." His cruel words in the video revealed a calculated coup. Ana's 25th birthday was in three days. According to her father's will, if she wasn't married by then, her entire inheritance—millions in assets and the family company—would automatically go to her stepmother and this exact stepsister. They were deliberately keeping her unwed and bedridden to rob her blind. Three years of late nights and sacrifices for his career were all a lie. The betrayal hit her harder than the surgical pain. But the despair lasted only a second before morphing into a cold, sharp fury. She refused to let them steal her birthright. Yanking the IV needle from her bleeding hand, Ana ripped a photo of a rumored-gay playboy from a gossip magazine. She sneaked out of the hospital, determined to buy a fake husband within 72 hours. But in her pain-hazed rush inside a dimly lit private club, she approached the wrong man. She didn't realize the man she just proposed to wasn't a safe, harmless playboy at all. She had just accidentally married Austen Velez—the undisputed King of Wall Street, and her cheating ex-boyfriend's most terrifying arch-nemesis.

"For the honor of the fallen Nelson Pack, I humbly ask for Lady Kelli's hand." Demonte's voice echoed through the grand banquet hall as he knelt before the Alpha King. The crystal chandeliers blinded me, but it was the phantom pain of jagged silver blades piercing my chest that made my breath catch. I looked down at my smooth, unscarred hands. I was back. Reborn on the exact night of my seventeenth year when my life was bartered away like worthless livestock. Demonte played the chivalrous Alpha, pretending to save a "useless, wolfless orphan" like me. Beside him, his secret lover Baylee shed theatrical tears, playing the selfless martyr willing to share her man. In my past life, I believed their sickening lies. I let them use a twisted marriage rite to steal my pack's million acres and ten thousand loyal warriors, only to be locked in a dark dungeon while they slaughtered my remaining kin. My heart hammered violently against my ribs, but my blood boiled with cold, unyielding fury. Why should this adopted hypocrite be allowed to steal my inheritance and erase the sacrifice of his own pureblood brother? I refused to take Demonte's outstretched hand. Instead, I sank to the cold marble floor before the throne and demanded to fulfill an ancient honor pact by marrying his deceased brother, the fallen hero Edward Wiley. Just as the royal court erupted in mockery over my vow to a dead man, the heavy iron doors crashed open, and a terrifying, blood-drenched warrior stepped out of the freezing northern gale.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. BLURB: If you are easily triggered by raw, explicit, morally gray, or extreme sexual content - this collection is not for you. For those who crave scorching hot, unapologetic erotica with deep romance, intense kink, and raw passion... welcome to FORBIDDEN DESIRES. "Ride it while you recite your rules," he said, voice rough. Lena lowered herself onto the thick toy, breathing loudly as it stretched her. "No panties... when I'm with you..." she gasped, rolling her hips. Marcus stood in front of her, slowly stroking himself. "Louder." "No panties... daily texts... no coming without permission..." She was doing herself harder now, tears of frustration and pleasure running down her face. "I belong to you, Sir. My pleasure is yours." "That's my girl." He finally pulled her off the toy, bent her over again, and slammed his c0ck into her in one brutal thrust. "Arghh!" Lena screamed.

I was the Luna of the pack, but my mate, Alpha Hardin, chose to believe the venomous lies of my supposed best friend, Estella. She framed me with hidden wolfsbane and a fabricated miscarriage, playing the perfect victim. Without a second thought, Hardin looked at me with eyes of frozen steel and publicly rejected me as his mate. "I, Hardin Preston, reject you, Elara Gardner, as my mate." Stripped of my title and dignity, I was left to rot in a freezing, threadbare hovel. My inner wolf went silent, and I coughed up blood alone, clutching a small wooden wolf carved for the baby I would never get to hold. When the guards finally found my cold, lifeless body, Estella shed fake tears, putting on a magnificent performance of grief to win the pack's heart and seal my coffin with her fabricated generosity. I gave him my entire soul, yet he couldn't see through her toxic facade, leaving me to die with nothing but the agonizing snap of our severed bond. But the Moon Goddess didn't let my story end there. When I opened my eyes again, it was a full year later, and I was in the body of Kaitlin Padilla, a frail, wolfless noble girl. Looking at my new reflection, a cold resolve extinguished the last embers of my grief. And when a royal messenger arrived, forcing me to attend Alpha Hardin's new mate selection, my lips curled into a chilling smile. I am coming for you both, and I will take back everything you stole from me.

He ruined me once. Four years ago, Roman Ward disappeared without a word, leaving me to pick up the pieces of a night I could never forget. I convinced myself I'd moved on. Then he walked back into my life. Richer. More powerful. More infuriating than ever. Now every meeting feels like a battle. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch reminds me why forgetting him was impossible in the first place. Roman acts like he owns the room. Worse... he acts like he already owns me. Walking away should be easy. So why does every step I take seem to lead me right back into his arms?

Aria Bennett never imagined desperation would lead her into the arms of a billionaire. When her father disappears and her sick mother is left struggling to survive, Aria accepts Ethan Blackwood's one-year marriage contract. To the world, Ethan is the perfect man, wealthy, powerful, handsome, and untouchable. But Aria soon realizes her husband didn't choose her because he wanted a wife. He chose her because of her father. Ethan has spent fifteen years hunting the man he believes destroyed his family. Now, with Daniel Bennett finally within his reach, marrying his daughter is the perfect way to make him pay. Aria knows nothing about the revenge hidden behind her marriage. She doesn't know where her father is, what Ethan has done to him, or why her husband looks at her like he both hates and wants her. And the more Aria falls for Ethan, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because Ethan never planned to love his enemy's daughter. But what happens when the woman he married for revenge becomes the one person he can't bear to lose? When revenge demands her destruction, will Ethan choose the woman he loves or the vengeance he's spent fifteen years chasing?

LILA KING is somewhat notorious in her old wolfpack - as a child she led a rebel crew of delinquents who caused havoc in the reserve and fought vampires. She was one of the best fighters in the pack, but following her best friend's death at 18 she left the pack to live with humans. For her 25th birthday, she finally returns, but only to introduce her werewolf family to a human fiance. What no one expects, though, is that at the party her family throws...she will encounter her destined mate. He is no other than DARIUS CARTER - the new alpha of the biggest wolf-pack in the region, holding a bad rep for killing the former alpha to assume his righteous position. But there is much more to him than just a pretty face and a fabulous six-pack... Can Lila fight destiny? Does she even want to? And why are those vampires starting to appear again with her return?

Sienna Cole doesn't believe in wolves, mates, or love at first sight. She believes in rent, in her little brother's medical bills, and in the new physiotherapy job that finally pays enough to cover both. She does not believe that Killian Frost, billionaire owner and captain of the Iron Wolves, will grab her wrist on her first day and go still like he's been struck by lightning. She definitely doesn't believe him when he tells her, three days later, that she isn't human. Killian has spent six years burying his wolf under boardrooms and championship banners, holding his pack together through a truce that costs him more every year. He knows exactly what it means when a woman's scent hits him like a gunshot to the chest. It means she's his mate. It also means the people who murdered her real family fourteen years ago are still out there, and now they'll be hunting her too. He was supposed to marry someone else. A merger, not a mate. A peace treaty with a rival pack that thinks his blood should belong to them. Sienna was supposed to keep her head down, get her brother his surgery, and never think about the golden flicker she sometimes sees in mirrors. Neither of them planned on this. But the wolf doesn't ask permission, the ice doesn't stop for anyone, and the past that killed Sienna's family is about to walk right back into her life wearing a tuxedo and a smile. He claimed her before he even knew her name. Now he has to keep her alive long enough to learn it.

I was forced to marry a dead man. Deemed the "Ugly Kensington" because of my wolfsbane scars, my family sacrificed me to be the widow of the late Alpha Prince, Jude Montgomery. But the "dead" prince wasn't dead at all. Sneaking out one night, I used my secret medical knowledge to save a dying werewolf from severe silver poisoning, only to realize the man bleeding out was my husband. The next day, Jude returned to the castle in glory—with another woman in his arms. He publicly credited the beautiful Coraima with saving his life. While she played the devoted savior, Jude humiliated me in front of the entire court. He refused to acknowledge me as his Luna, but he also refused to grant me a Rejection, keeping me trapped purely as a political shield to silence his enemies. I was the one who cut him open and gave him my own blood to pull him back from the brink of death. Yet there I stood, the mocked and unwanted bride, watching him stroke the hair of the woman who had done nothing but scream during the surgery. But I wasn't the weak, ugly Omega they thought I was. I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly looked at my powerful Alpha husband and proposed a cold, unyielding contract. "Give me a private laboratory and unlimited funds for one year, and then, you will give me my freedom."

What would you do if you were given the chance to do something differently after losing your life and your son in the process? Me? I'd make sure you were destroyed and then replace you with someone else. So please, give me an exciting show, dear Husband. Remember, in every lifetime, I'm still the queen.

"Aria of Tauris Pack, you are arrested for the poisoning of the Lycan King's sister." For five years, Aria gave everything to her pack and her Alpha mate, Logan. She bled for them, served them, and loved them with all her heart. But in return, she was betrayed, accused, and branded barren for her inability to bear Logan a pup. After being replaced as Luna by her scheming, pregnant sister Natalia, Aria's world crumbled. Then the Lycan King's soldiers arrived, arresting her for a crime she didn't commit-the poisoning of the King's sister. Dragged to the brutal North to face the wrath and execution for her supposed crimes, Aria was brought before the Lycan King's throne. Chained and broken, her body pale from starvation, she stood ready to die. But when her eyes met the gaze of the Lycan King, everything changed. She realized he was her fated mate. And he claimed her. Not as his Luna, but as his slave.

My family had a sacred pact with the powerful Redwood Reapers motorcycle club. I was supposed to marry Jarrett Woodward, the handsome heir to the main family line. But my greedy father and my two-faced stepsister, Kia, had other plans. They conspired with Jarrett behind my back. He dumped me for Kia, and to get rid of me, they traded me like a piece of used property. I was locked in a stinking clubhouse room, given as a disposable plaything to Knox "Reaper" Woodward, the club's unpredictable, violent President. Kia put on a pathetic show of tears, claiming she and Jarrett were true soulmates. "I'm so sorry, Bethany, but we just love each other too much," she had sobbed. Jarrett turned a blind eye as I was thrown to the wolves. Knox was a reckless brute whose terrible leadership eventually got him killed, dragging the whole club down and leaving my family utterly ruined. I died a miserable, helpless pawn. I never understood why my loyalty was repaid with such vicious betrayal, why I was the only one who had to bleed for their twisted happy ending. Opening my eyes again, I was back in that dim, whiskey-soaked room. This time, I marched downstairs, slapped my cheating ex and my stepsister in front of the entire club, and publicly claimed the dangerous President as my own. Since they wanted to throw me to a monster, I would tame him, forge him into a deadly weapon, and burn their entire world to the ground.

If you're ready to soak your sheets, if you want your pussy dripping and your cock throbbing until you can't think straight, then keep reading. "Like what you see, little sis?" "It's... really huge." "Come here." He was supposed to be the older guy living under the same roof. The one who stood in the gap for my parents and taught me right from wrong. Instead, he became the man whose 10-inch cock I was completely addicted to. Thirteen days alone in the house with no rules and no boundaries. Just locked up with an off-limits stepbrother with a monstrous cock, and a stepsister who can't stop begging for it until she's shaking, soaked, and dripping on the couch. Dirty romance. Forbidden dating. And pure, unfiltered sex that leaves you gasping for air and dripping for more. If you're ready for your body to react the second you turn the page... Open the book.

Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ Vincent, a man shrouded in mystery, powerful, and dangerous with a stone carved face impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vincent Sullivan, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Aria is a young woman, with innocence and purity in her heart. Aria lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small life moments. She doesn't need riches to live happily; she only has a steady job to support them both. Her heart craves peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in peace, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Aria's innocence collides with Vincent's dark obsession, her peaceful world crashes. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language