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Nina and Yao, Yin and Yang, Gold and Gem. One ruled by the promises they must keep. The other ruled by their greed. Their history is bloodstained: former lovers and rivals under the same banner, co-conspirators and competitors. What began as a forbidden romance spiraled into a toxic, codependent power struggle marked by betrayal, manipulation, and a dangerous dance of dominance and desire. Will they make it or will they be the death of each other?

Jackson Wolfe is WoodVille Asylum's most notorious patient with a history of atrocious violence. The doctors and the nurses are aware of Jacks previous history. Jack is the ring leader in the institution. He is also charming, and manipulative. He wants something done, he gets it done. No questions asked. Riley Frazer is the hospital nurse who gets assigned as Jack's nurse. At first Riley is just curious about Jack, but soon curiosity gets the better of her and Jack maybe a bit infatuated with the nurse. And that's when the murders start. Someone is carving up the patients in the asylum. Could it be Jack getting creative? Jack In The Box All Rights Reserved 2018 - 2021 © KittyKash92

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.

My best friend, Sabrina Reeves, hates children. She wants a child of her own, but she doesn't want to give birth to her own child. So, she sought me out and asked me to help give birth to a child for her. She even claimed that her child would be my child, and that they'd take care of me when I grew old. I thought she was crazy. Also, I warned her that it was illegal to find a surrogate mother in our country. Out of fury, Sabrina cut off all ties with me and called me a shameless wretch. "It's just giving birth to a child! I can do that too!" But Sabrina started smoking, drinking, and bar-hopping a lot. She could never get pregnant no matter what. After that, her husband brought his mistress and illegitimate child home before kicking Sabrina out. "Even a hen is capable of laying eggs! I've married you for so long, yet you can't even get pregnant! You really are a loser! "I never said anything about you wanting your best friend to give birth to my child! But you can't even get that done! Isn't this all your fault?" Sabrina pinned the blame on me. She slashed my stomach open repeatedly with a blade. Just like that, I died from the sheer pain. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Sabrina asks me to help give birth to a child for her.

Mumbai. The city of dreams. Shining bright with impressive skyscrapers, glamorous filmstars, and glittering malls. Standing tall on the shimmering coast of the Arabian Sea. Everywhere Sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of the mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where an obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Kunal Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly, and cold-blooded. Samar Jagtap. Lalaji's ruthless and cunning protege. Indispensable, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well-oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high-stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart that refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Maahi. Full name Maahi Ranjan Vaghela. Kunal Vaghela's beloved baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Samar Jagtap's life.

Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning Explicit sex. Filthy language. Dark kinks. Possessive Alphas. Proceed at your own risk. You like it rough. You like it wrong. You like your pleasure soaked in power and dripping with sin. Welcome to The Alpha’s Smutty Library, a filthy collection of scorching werewolf erotica where the rules are simple: the Alpha takes what he wants, and you’ll be begging him to take more. These aren’t gentle mates or sweet romances. These are dominant Alphas who knot deep, ruin pretty little things, and leave them shattered and addicted. These are broken, angry, powerful women who swear they’ll never submit… until they’re bent over, dripping, and screaming the Alpha’s name. Every story is shameless. You’ll find hate-fucking that turns into dangerous obsession, revenge deals sealed with raw public claiming, drunken nights that become one-week contracts of total surrender, and orgasms so intense they’ll wreck you for any lesser man. Every scene is soaked. Every Alpha is feral. So if you’re tired of polite romance and you’re craving teeth, claws, knots, and filthy dominance… open the book, baby. Come get wrecked. The Alpha’s Smutty Library is now open. Lock the door. Spread your legs. It only gets wetter, darker, and dirtier from here.