Who Wrote 'Harvest Of Corruption'?

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

In every shadowed corner of desire, someone is waiting to take what isn't theirs. Loyal girlfriends. Starving wives. Forbidden mentors. Everything that should have remained off-limits. Resistance crumbles into desperate submission. Jealousy fuels every thrust. Predators from every walk of life slip in, seduce, corrupt, and own. This collection is an unrelenting taboo erotica exploring themes of cheating, power play, degradation, forced complicity, age gaps, threesomes, dark possession, and morally corrupt pleasure that pushes every boundary. Warning: Explicit, dark, and unapologetically filthy. Contains intense psychological corruption, taboo relationships, and no redemption. 18+ only. If safe love stories are your comfort zone, look away. If you crave the forbidden... dive in. There's no coming back.

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When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

Ten years ago, Rayden’s family was mercilessly slaughtered. He was left for dead, a mere shadow of a once-respected clan. In the eyes of the world, Rayden was gone. But in the darkness, he grew. Honing forbidden arts. Nurturing an unquenchable rage. Now, Rayden returns. Not as an heir, not as a hero. But as a sinner. A cultivator who has chosen a forbidden path for one reason—revenge. Beneath the veil of the modern world, cultivator clans hide their secrets, their artifacts, and their power. The Bramasta family, seemingly clean on the surface, is his first target. But the deeper Rayden infiltrates, the larger the web he uncovers, including a name that has haunted his every waking moment—Lucien Dorne. Every step Rayden takes will challenge the laws of cultivation, uncover old betrayals, and test his own moral limits. Because to destroy a monster, sometimes, you have to become a greater one.

For years life for Krystal Dunn has consisted of medication and needles with no end in sight. After another failed treatment, hope for a life outside the hospital's walls evaporates completely. Krystal must face the cold reality of death with open arms. But just as she welcomes the darkness, Krystal is transported to another planet to participate in a secret event. An event that will end with her being made to mate whoever chooses her. Let the Harvest begin.