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Elena Sinclair thought her marriage was perfect until a midnight call: "I think our spouses are sleeping together." The caller is Adrian Blackwood — the husband of her best friend Victoria. But it isn't just an affair. Victoria is a Blood Witch who has been draining Adrian's power and using Elena's husband Julian to steal Elena's dormant magic. Elena is the last Starlight Fae heir, her power suppressed by a cursed necklace. When Adrian offers her warmth in a garden snowing in August, a 500-year-old soul-bond snaps between them — if one dies, the other dies. They make a pact: fake date to destroy their exes. Two can play the fae game. But in the Winter Court of ice palaces and starlight trials, fake becomes real. Adrian is a possessive Winter Prince who falls first and hard. Elena must go from betrayed wife to unconquered queen before the Blood Moon, or lose everything. A fantasy romance about betrayal, revenge, and a love that crowns a queen.

RULES FOR SUBMISSIVE -𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥) What...! I close the folder and flip it over I'm really doing this? Me? I thought subs are slim? Maybe a tiny bit thick not a hundred and two kg woman! I've never been a small woman. My body announced me before I could and I've been told all my life to shrink it. But Banks looks at me like small isn't among the things he crave. So here I am, signing a contract to be worshipped by him while keeping a different identity for my escape. BANKS WELLINGTON : I heard her voice before seeing her, and knew I wanted her. Until I touched her, I've never felt a body so soft and mouth so ruthless. SOMNOPHILIA. BREATH PLAY.DUBCON. CNC.

In the middle of a small yet tidy room, Aurora lay fast asleep. Her pale skin, as well as her beautiful face, would immediately make one address her as Sleeping Beauty. It was ever so befitting of her because she actually answered the name of the fairytale character. The only odd thing in this picture-perfect tale was the way Aurora was restlessly writhing on the bed already downed in cold sweat. She seemed to be having a nightmare as her arms flailed aimlessly, and she groaned continuously. Her beautiful face was morphed into a frown as tears escaped from beneath her kids and trickled down the sides of her face. She was indeed a sorry figure, which was a far cry from the fairytale we all knew. Soon, her body froze before she jolted awake in a sitting position. She panted like she had just run a marathon, and her eyes searched the room frantically, looking but not seeing. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused as she seemed to not be mentally present. She soon regained her breath but kept staring at a blank wall facing her bed. She stayed in that position for what seemed like hours but was actually minutes. Ring! Ring! The alarm clock on her bedside drawer blared continuously, disturbing the eerie silence that had engulfed the room ever since Aurora woke up. That seemed to do the trick of snapping her out of her haze and reverie as she jolted, and her eyes finally cleared up. She shook her head and turned to the direction of her bedside drawer before reaching out and hitting the alarm clock. Silence.

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Cleopatra Sander watched her perfect wedding collapse in front of hundreds of guests. Just as she was about to say, "I do," the church doors swung open, and billionaire tech mogul Desmond Walton walked down the aisle with enough confidence to silence the entire room. Before anyone could stop him, he exposed her groom as a fraud, a man who had stolen millions from Walton Global and spent years living a double life with another woman. Humiliated, betrayed, and left drowning in debt after her family's savings vanished with the wedding, Cleopatra swore she would never forgive the arrogant billionaire who destroyed everything she had. Then Desmond offered her a job. Working as his financial manager was supposed to be temporary. Strictly professional. Just long enough to rebuild her life. But behind Desmond's icy reputation was a man carrying secrets deeper than the headlines ever revealed, and behind Cleopatra's gentle smile was a fearless woman who refused to be intimidated by his wealth or power. Their constant battles ignite an attraction neither of them can control. As dangerous rivals target Desmond's empire, Cleopatra becomes the unexpected weakness his enemies are desperate to exploit. At the same time, shocking secrets surrounding her late father's past begin to surface, secrets that reveal her family has been connected to Desmond's for years in ways neither of them could have imagined. But in a world where betrayal wears an expensive suit and love comes with a devastating price, can two broken hearts survive the truth or will the same man who ruined her wedding become the one who shatters her forever?

For seven years, Nadia McCoy has been dead. That's what Alexander Stone believes. Nadia made sure he believed it. She disappeared without an explanation, taking the biggest secret of their relationship with her: the son he never knew existed. She didn't leave because she stopped loving Alexander. She left because she had no choice. Seven years later, Nadia has built a quiet life for herself and her son, keeping her identity hidden and doing everything she can to forget the man she once loved. Then Alexander finds her. --- “Choke back those pathetic little tears, my kitty. Save them for when you're begging me to stop, because this everyday torment is your entire existence now.” --- The Alexander Nadia remembered was nothing like this. Now he's married, more powerful, and ruthless. After believing she was dead for seven years, he isn't willing to lose her twice. He wants answers, but he's no longer asking nicely. The more Nadia resists, the harder he pushes. He's determined to break through every boundary she puts between them. He's married. She knows she should stay away. But the man she loved is still buried beneath all that anger. Nadia knows why she disappeared. She knows who she was running from. Alexander doesn't. And she has no intention of telling him.

(18+ | A Forbidden Reverse Harem ) “Who are we to you, Lily? ”Jaxon’s voice is low and dangerous, his billionaire fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my tear-streaked face up to his cold, commanding gaze.“Say it,” Dante growls into my ear, his surgeon’s precision turned filthy, his grip bruising my hips as he slams deeper, each thrust shaking me to my core.“You’re… you’re my alpha daddies,” I sob, the confession shattering as he drives harder, making my suspended body quake. “You’re my protectors! ”“That’s fucking right,” Elias snarls, the whip in his firefighter hand cracking across my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a burning mark.I whimper from the sharp sting, my body bracing harder against Dante while my chained hands grasp desperately at the links for something or anything to hold onto.“And who are you to us? ”Jaxon demands, the cage fighter in him making it an unbreakable order.“Your baby! ” I wail.“Louder, baby girl,” he commands, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “Say every word we’ve taught you, every filthy truth we’ve waited years to hear fall from those pretty lips.”“I’m your Lily… your filthy little secret… I belong to all four of you and always have!” I scream as another orgasm tears through my chained body.“That’s a good little baby girl,” Elias praises, his rough hands tracing the fresh mark. ⚠️ EXTREME DARK TABOO FILTH ⚠️ Strictly 18+.

After her mother’s funeral, Katrina Bellini returns to a house that was never truly hers… and to a man she should never want. Gregory Romano is powerful, untouchable, and completely off-limits. But the more they try to keep their distance, the more the tension between them burns. One mistake is all it takes to cross a line that can never be undone… and in a world where secrets don’t stay buried, their forbidden desire could cost them everything. “I told you this can’t happen,” Gregory said, his voice low, controlled… but his hand still lingered at her waist. “Then why are you touching me like you don’t want me to leave?” Katrina whispered, her breath brushing against his lips. His jaw tightened. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for.” “Then make me understand,” she murmured, closing the distance just enough to make restraint feel impossible. For a moment, he didn’t move… and that hesitation said more than any confession ever could.

Kael Vance arrives at the academy with one goal: survive long enough to uncover the truth behind his family’s mysterious downfall. Cold, calculating, and fiercely independent, Kael trusts no one. In a place where alliances shift like shadows and betrayal lurks behind every smile, he quickly earns a reputation as someone not to be underestimated. But his carefully built walls begin to crack the moment he crosses paths with Lucien Draven. Lucien is everything Kael despises—privileged, powerful, and dangerously perceptive. As the heir to the influential Draven bloodline, Lucien moves through the academy with quiet authority and lethal precision. He sees through Kael’s defenses almost instantly, sparking a rivalry that quickly turns into something far more complicated. Their clashes are intense, both on and off the training grounds, each encounter laced with tension, pride, and an undeniable pull neither of them is willing to acknowledge. As deadly trials push students beyond their limits, Kael and Lucien are forced into close proximity, their survival depending on cooperation rather than conflict. Secrets begin to unravel—about the academy, their families, and hidden force manipulating events from the shadows. Kael discovers that his past is deeply intertwined with the Draven legacy, and Lucien is not as untouchable as he seems. What begins as hatred slowly transforms into a fragile, dangerous bond—one built on shared pain, unspoken truths, and forbidden desire. But in a world where emotions are exploited as weapons, loving the wrong person could be ultimate weakness. As tensions rise and loyalties are tested, Kael and Lucien must decide whether to cling to their pride or trust each other enough to survive darkness closing in around them. Because at Draven Academy, the sharpest blades aren’t always made of steel-and the deepest wounds are carved by those you dare to love.