Ad Misericordiam Fallacy

I knew there was no fighting it. I was done for. My father was a wicked man, and now that he was dead, I would pay for his crimes. I was taken from the south to the north by my father's Beta. I was supposed to be their Alpha, but they had plans for me, and being their leader wasn't a part of it. My father's Beta took me to the Alphas or the north, where my father was hated the most and left me at the mercy of mates I did not know existed. The worst part was that they did not want me. This is a dark romance book not for the faint of heart.

Adasha has endured seven years as the Luna of Woodshire, trapped in a nightmare of cruelty and control at the hands of her possessive chosen mate, Alpha Randy. Desperate to escape his violent grip, she risks everything, fleeing into the depths of the woods with nothing but a small bag and an unyielding resolve to reclaim her freedom. However, freedom comes at a cost. Captured by another powerful pack, Adasha finds herself face-to-face with a commanding and enigmatic Alpha who sees through her lies. Yet, instead of rejecting her, he is inexplicably drawn to her—for reasons she cannot fathom, she is his destined mate. Caught between the fear of being returned to Randy and the glimmer of hope this new pack offers, Adasha must tread carefully. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, her path becomes a delicate balance between survival and a chance at the life she has long yearned for.

People said the King appointed me his son’s Beta to stop my family from mutiny. Our wolves were like gods compared to the wolves of Aquilonia, but the King did not need to appoint me his son’s beta to secure our loyalty, nor did he need to fear a rebellion from my people. We owed him our lives.  King Nikolas should have turned us away or killed us when we arrived at the shore of a town in his kingdom. Instead, he allowed us to settle and multiply. The King appointed me as Mathias's Beta because he trusted me.  A trust I feared I would break because something had happened to me along the line. As cold-hearted as I was, his daughter, Jasmine, had caught my attention. It was a clandestine truth, hidden from the world. I had yet to decide whether I would act on this truth or not, but with each passing day, my determination to keep my distance from Jasmine waned. I found myself pondering how much longer I could resist the inevitable breaking point. WARNING: Matured themes are included for narrative purposes and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Books 1 and 2 In a world where it is almost impossible to find a fated mate and hard to reject them, Tamia finds herself in a bind when her husband suddenly finds his fated mate. From the loved and wanted wife, she faded into the shadows of his heart. The heartbreak is intense, yet she can't let go because of the ties that bind them, but she knows only true freedom can bring her peace. So when an opportunity to escape her husband's pack presents itself by virtue of sacrifice, she takes it and does not look back. Fate might have decided to rob her of her joy, her home and her happy ending, but Tamia takes destiny into her hands and decides to create her own fate with the Dark Alpha.

They say love at first sight is a fantasy. He turned it into an obsession…and then a contract. Drowning in debt and dodging loan sharks, Louis's only break is a one-time ad gig. He smiles for seven seconds, gets paid, and thinks that's the end of it. He's wrong. Across the world, reclusive billionaire Lorenzo Volterra sees the clip. A man who has spent his life never looking twice at another man suddenly cannot look away. In that fleeting glimpse, he finds his obsession. Within twenty-four hours, he's at Louis's door. His first words: "You are my husband now." Louis laughs. He's not for sale. But Lorenzo doesn't understand "no." Raised to believe money buys everything…including love…he's never been refused. Never been loved. He doesn't know the difference between possessing someone and caring for them. When he offers to erase Louis's debt, it isn't kindness. It's a transaction. The price? A year of Louis's life, pretending to be the husband of a man whose love language is ownership, and whose broken English hides something darker. Lorenzo has never wanted anyone like this. The gender should matter…but looking at Louis, it simply doesn't. The obsession doesn't care about labels. It only cares about him. Now Louis is swept into ruthless luxury, where every desire is anticipated and every move watched. Lorenzo surrounds him with everything money can buy…because that's the only way he knows to keep something precious. But is Louis a cherished partner, or a trophy the man on the screen simply took? Can someone never taught to love ever learn? And when Louis looks into those glacier-blue eyes…why does he feel like he's falling?

“Hands on the wall, and stick your perfect ass out for me,” Cole demands. I lean my sweaty palms against the concrete slab and step my feet apart, bracing myself, as I bend my torso until I’m at a ninety-degree angle with my ass and torso parallel to the floor. Cole lightly slaps one of my redden ass cheeks, and a flame of desire mixed with pain bursts through my body. Everyone is gathered around now, watching. “Fuck her hard, Cole!” Someone yells. “Wreck her little pussy!” “Fill the little slut up!” All the taunts and comments are making me blush with embarrassment while my pussy gets wetter. •°• What begins as a sugar baby deal soon becomes a whirlwind of rough spankings, wicked bondage, and pulse-pounding group encounters, threesomes, foursomes, even gangbangs that leave Jacqueline trembling, breathless, and begging for more. As a top physics student, Jacqueline never expected her reply to a sultry ad would drag her into Cole’s orbit, a cocky financier whose magnetic charm was a trap and whose control was absolute. Every lash of his whip, every ruthless thrust, and every scorching gaze pulls her deeper into his dark world—a world where secrets simmer and desire burns hotter than she ever imagined. Now Jacqueline is caught between the thrill of surrender and the fight for her soul. Will she rise from the ashes of her corruption, or will she give in completely to his iron grip? Content Warning: Packed with BDSM, free-use fantasies, edging, humiliation, tantalizing toys, double/triple penetration, and flashes of F/f heat woven into blazing M/f seduction, Punished by Passion is not for the faint of heart. This is danger, desire, and dark romance at its most addictive, enter only if you dare.

En el tercer año de mi matrimonio con Antonio Rizzo, Don de la familia Rizzo, él ya mantenía a una mujer más joven a su lado… y todos a su alrededor hacían todo lo posible para que no me enterara. Decían que yo era su primer amor, su debilidad, el tesoro que había traído desde Sicilia. Pero cuando se pasaba con la bebida, se reía frente a los suyos y lo decía sin vergüenza: —Amo a Elena… pero en la cama es un poco aburrida. Le falta… salvajismo. —Ya saben cómo somos los hombres —añadía con una sonrisa torcida—. Nos gusta algo de emoción. Como Caterina… joven, hermosa, y sabe perfectamente cómo divertirse. El chico que a los diecisiete años, había jurado en la iglesia que me amaría para siempre… ahora sostenía a una rubia joven y deslumbrante entre sus brazos, murmurándole al oído: —Mientras Elena no se entere… haz lo que te dé la gana. El día que me fui, todo parecía normal. Nadie notó nada extraño. Incluso la criada, Maria Russo, me sonrió con dulzura y preguntó: —Señora, ¿saldrá de compras? Le devolví una sonrisa leve y asentí. —No hace falta que preparen la cena esta noche. Lo que Antonio Rizzo no sabía… era que la “aburrida” Elena de la que tanto se burlaba, era hija de la familia mafiosa Santoro. Y las mujeres Santoro… nunca perdonaban una traición.

"Mau sampai kapan seperti ini, Ad? Papa tidak menuntut banyak kok. Jadilah anak yang BERGUNAAA! Kamu seharusnya malu sudah 25 tahun, hidup masih menjadi benalu di keluarga!" Kilasan ucapan itu terus muncul dibenak pria berusia 25 tahun bernama Adrian. Kehidupan penuh kegagalan harus ia lewati dengan berbagai tekanan. Hidupnya bagai bertopang pada ranting rapuh yang kapanpun siap terjatuh. “Ya Tuhan, pintaku hanya satu, hidupkan aku saat kehidupanku memiliki takdir yang bahagia.” Ucapan konyol yang Adrian katakan nyatanya bukan bualan semata. Akibat kecelakaan yang hampir merenggut nyawanya, jiwanya tiba-tiba terbangun di kehidupan yang jauh dari apa yang ia bayangkan. “Hahaha.. ini GILA!!! Bagaimana bisa aku terjebak di sini?!” Transmigrasi jiwa? ini memang gila, tapi itulah kenyataannya. Lebih parahnya lagi, Adrian bertransmigrasi ke tubuh seorang anak berusia 18 tahun. Tak jauh berbeda dengan takdirnya dahulu, sosok ini juga memiliki takdir buruk bahkan terancam berakhir dengan kematian tragis. "Jangan bermimpi untuk mendapat penghormatan, Ad. Harusnya kamu sadar mengapa orang diistana membencimu. Seorang pangeran tak seharusnya terlahir dari rahim seorang selir. Kedudukanmu dimata mereka tak lebih seperti rakyat jelata. Kau harus ingat ini, kau hanyalah aib istana!!" Dengan segala ketidakadilan dan bayang-bayang kematian, mampukah Adrian merebut tahta dan membawa akhir bahagia untuk sang protagonis sengsara? “Tak kusangka menjadi Adrian si pangeran terbuang lebih melelahkan dibanding Adrian si pengangguran. Sial! Kalau aku sudah kembali nanti, akan kupatahkan jari-jari laknat milik Kimberly itu. Teganya ia menggunakan namaku untuk novel setragis ini.”

"What am I to you? A trash picker?" I asked him sarcastically, looking at him from head to toe in disdain. "Lauren." he growled, clenching his fists tightly, glaring at me in disbelief. "Yeah, I know this is my name. You don't need to remind me, and please don't pop up in front of me like an unwanted ad in the middle of an interesting scene. You irritate me the most in this way." I scolded him, still with an ugly expression in disgust on my face. "So, now I disgust you, huh? Why didn't you disgust before when I." "Because I was a fool back then. I assumed a filthy rock as a gem and paid a heavy price for that." Before he could complete his sentence, I interrupted him, scolding him in a loud voice. His already widened angry eyes widened more in shock this time. I took a step forward while locking my gaze with him. "A scum like you who used me when he needed me and then slapped the divorce paper doesn't deserve even a glance from me, Gabriel. Never bother me again, or else what I will do to you, you can't even think about that." "Hey, babe. Why are you here?" I beamed when I heard his magnetic voice calling me from behind. I immediately moved towards him when Gabriel held my wrist. "You are making a mistake, Lauren," he warned me in a stiff voice. I yanked my hand from his grip and threw a disgusting gaze on him before walking towards the boy who treated me like a treasure. Gabriel’s devotion to his first love made me realize that loving myself is the only thing that can make me happy forever. I grabbed Vincent's arm with a beaming smile.

En el quinto año de mi amor por Gabriel, él heredó el título de Lord Vampiro de su difunto hermano, así como a su viuda, Chloe, la antigua Reina de Sangre y, por sangre y ley, mi pariente por pacto. Cada vez que regresaba de los aposentos de ella, Gabriel me abrazaba con dulzura y me susurraba: —Isabella, Chloe es solo mi Consorte Elegida. Una vez que conciba y dé a luz al heredero del Aquelarre Blazetooth, me uniré a ti mediante un vínculo de sangre. Decía que era la única condición que su familia le exigía para ascender como Lord. Durante los seis meses posteriores a nuestro regreso al Aquelarre Blazetooth, él acudió a su llamado cien veces. Al principio, una vez al mes. Luego, una vez por semana. Y todas las noches. En la centésima noche que pasé despierta esperándolo, Chloe concibió. La noticia llegó junto con otro anuncio: Gabriel y Chloe pronto quedarían unidos por un vínculo de sangre. Mi hijo me miró, confundido e inocente. —Mamá... ¿no decían que papá formaría un vínculo de sangre con la Reina de Sangre a la que ama? ¿Por qué no ha venido a llevarnos a casa todavía? —Porque —dije con suavidad mientras le acariciaba el cabello—, la Reina de Sangre a la que ama nunca fue tu madre. No importa —añadí—. Yo te llevaré a casa. A nuestro propio hogar. Lo que Gabriel nunca notó fue que como la única hija de un Rey Vampiro en funciones, nunca me había interesado en lo más mínimo el título de Reina de Sangre del Aquelarre Blazetooth.