First-Person POV Romance Web Novels & Arrogant Harem Stories

Inaya, a law student, the queen bee of her privileged world, where champagne toasts and designer heels are the norm but when her sister runs away on her wedding day, Inaya's life gets a major reality check. Suddenly, she is forced to marry her sister’s groom, a complete stranger and that stranger just happens to be her criminal law professor, the man she hated the most, Professor Marcel!!! They both wonder what this marriage built on hatred has in store for them.

This is a bold, no-limits collection of forbidden fantasies and boundary-pushing desires. Expect step-relations, possessive attraction, group dynamics, female/female encounters, dominant personalities, and relationships that cross every line society says should never be crossed. These interconnected stories are unapologetically intense, emotionally charged, and designed for readers who enjoy their fiction dark, daring, and highly provocative. There are no sweet fairy tales here. Only temptation, obsession, and characters willing to risk everything for what they crave. If you're looking for innocent romance, this book may not be for you. If you're looking for something far more daring, welcome inside.

Two hundred and twelve dollars. That is all I have to my name. I moved to Miami to save my ruined journalism career. Instead, I ended up sweating inside a forty-pound foam hockey mascot suit just to pay my rent and keep my press credentials alive. Then came the home opener. One empty locker room. Three dangerously elite men. Lucian Voss, the ruthless head coach with eyes like ice. Gavin Steele, the heavily tattooed, quietly terrifying goalie. Zane Cole, the arrogant star forward with a lethal smile. It was supposed to be a catastrophic, one-time mistake. A lapse in judgment I could bury forever. But now, I am staring at a positive test. Triplets. I thought the pregnancy was my biggest problem. I thought I could just walk away. But when a scandal threatens to expose me, these three men do not panic. They do not run. Overnight, they spend nine figures to buy the entire professional hockey franchise. They become my bosses. They lock every exit, terminate my old contracts, and slip a massive diamond onto my shaking finger. I thought they were doing it to protect their unborn children. I thought it was about the scandal. I was wrong. "There were no babies three weeks ago, Malia," Gavin whispers, cornering me in their private penthouse. "We bought the team so no other man could look at you. You were already ours."