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It was the tenth year of the Mechanical Civilization. My girlfriend, who always spoiled her brother to an unreasonable extent, orchestrated my death. Luckily, I was reborn seven days before the arrival of the machines. I bought a heavy-duty truck and evolved the strongest mecha. Close-combat mecha, long-range mecha, weapons, shields, funnels, modules… This time, I wanted the best of everything. My name is Victor Wild. Born to be a victor, born to be wild.

Yet to find his Luna, Alpha Ephraim, at the behest of the Alpha King, helps secure territories that have been overrun by rogues. One such territory has him organizing the entire departure of a rogue-built nation. However, he finds a remnant from the previous pack, a wolf who has guarded the forest and not allowed the rogues to hunt or even step foot into its territory. The moment he meets the wolf , he realizes that this wild wolf is his fated mate. A she-wolf who lost her memory of ever being human, locked in her wolf form, finds an instinctual draw to Ephraim. Slowly, the two build a bond and a friendship despite their inability to communicate. Ephraim tries to find a cure and a way for his fated to shift. She tries to help him by protecting his pack from rogues that have started to zero in on his pack. ~ The Wild Luna is a fated mates, slow burn, story of building friendships, while they work to save each other from outside forces.

"Can you be my puppy? Your fur is so soft." What began as an innocent childhood encounter became the spark of an ancient prophecy—one powerful enough to shatter the fragile peace between humans and beasts. For centuries, the two realms remained separated by an unbreakable boundary. Humans stayed in their world. Beasts stayed in theirs. No one crossed the line. No one challenged fate. Not until their encounter. She never knew that the beast she adored was destined to become the most feared Alpha in the Beast Realm. Years later, cast out by her own people, she unknowingly crosses into the forbidden land of monsters—straight into the path of the "puppy". Bound by a forgotten prophecy, divided by two worlds, and drawn together by a desire neither can explain, they must choose: Obey fate and remain enemies... Or risk a war between humans and beasts for a love that was never meant to exist.

Please be advised, words and scenes can be very, very steamy. This book is a collection of wild erotic adventures and fantasies. Adventures to some and fantasies to others. Sex is delicious. No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise. So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix.

Condemned as a witch. Thrown into a bloodsport. Hunted by beasts who want to claim, break, or kill her. Branwen Mosswood spent her life serving pints and saving every copper to escape the Walled City's cruelty. She dreamed of a quiet cottage. Freedom. Peace. Instead, she stabbed a nobleman who got too handsy... and was sentenced to the Wilder Games, a brutal forest arena where thirty "criminals" are forced to survive thirty days while being hunted by five savage shifter Warlords: 🦁 Hadrian Ironpaw - the prideful Lion King 🐺 Fenrick Bloodhowl - the feral Wolf beast 🐻 Torren Brokenbone - the berserker Bear 🐆 Zarrk Shadowprowl - the stalking Panther 🐅 Nythor Frostbite - the northern White Tiger prince If they catch her, they can claim her, body, blood, and soul. Branwen has no intention of becoming anyone's prey. She'll fight. She'll bleed. She'll unleash every forbidden spell in her bones. Because she won't just survive the Games... She'll bend the beasts to their knees Tap in! Updates multiple times weekly! This is the first in a series!

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.