Alien Abduction Marks

On the day of my birthday, my best friend, Bella Johnson, gifted me a polaroid camera. I took that to the zoo. I took some photos of the animals in the zoo. In my past life, I took the polaroid camera she had gifted me and happily took photos for my whole family. Unexpectedly, after a week, my mother got into a car accident and passed away. My father suffered from a stroke, which left half his body paralyzed even after treatment at the hospital. The company that I was managing ran into problems and almost went bankrupt. In merely a month, my hair had gone gray. There were wrinkles and red marks on my face. I gained a lot of weight due to the stress. My boyfriend felt that I was jinxed. He claimed that it was my bad luck that had caused my family to fall apart. He broke up with me. I was ranting to Bella when I accidentally discovered that she had suddenly become a millionaire. Her parents, who were hospitalized, suddenly became healthy again. It was as if they had not been sick to begin with. I almost lost my mind when I found out about that. On my way to the hospital, I was run over by a car and died. After I died, I found out that everything had happened because of the polaroid camera that Bella had gifted me. She had already been having an affair with my boyfriend for a long time. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day Bella gifted me the polaroid camera.

“I promise you my dear mate, now that we've found you. We'll make sure you never leave our sight till you start to beg the Moon goddess you never met us.” He growled into my ears, his huge hands wrapping around my neck, while his brother nibbled and left bite marks on my skin, expecting me to shiver, from the heat building up between my legs. Instead, I let out a scoff, “Get your filthy hands off me, or I'll connect my elbows to your jaws like last time.” — Anastasia grew up knowing her family wasn't squeaky clean even after her mother remarried. Being on the legal side of the mafia business, they were totally unaware that their daughter had joined a secret organisation in charge of monitoring the syndicates. However, after a successful mission where she faces the Vasilev brothers and barely escapes with her life, she comes to discover the marriage contract she had agreed to was tied to a family that sat at the top of the mafia world. She walks into their world anxious but glad, knowing she’s there to give her parents peace. What she didn’t expect were the two men doubled as the Lycans brothers after her life. Despite this, she remains bold, oblivious of her connection to the brothers, their enemy and the werewolf world. How would a feisty human and two unshakable dangerous brothers ever live as couples?

After the college entrance exam, the school's reigning beauty dragged me into a wager over our scores. "Only the girl with the higher marks is worthy of being Eric's girlfriend." Eric Lowell scoffed. "That's enough, Jocelyn. My relationships aren't yours to dictate." Then, in front of everyone, he confessed to me. I mistook it for the answer to a long-held crush. With the crowd egging us on, I flushed and said yes. That night, he took me back to his place. From then on, we hardly spent a night apart. Before application season, I went to his house, hoping we would apply to the same university. Instead, I overheard part of a phone call. "Jocelyn, everything's ready: the photos, the videos. Just like you asked." Jocelyn's laughter drifted through the receiver, light and pleased. "You must've gone to so much trouble~ Then let's wait until the school assembly the day after tomorrow and stream it to the whole school. I'm curious to see how Tessa plans on applying to those top-tier universities after that." "Eric," she added casually, "you're not having second thoughts, are you?" He hesitated, then answered, "Why would I? If anyone's at fault, it's her for not knowing her place. What right does she have to keep scoring higher than you?" I set the custom ring down, opened my email, and accepted the Oxford offer that had been waiting for me for a week.

Eira Thornwind has spent four years hiding the most dangerous secret in the shifter world—her wolf, Veyla, awakened at fourteen, two years earlier than any shifter in recorded history. Ancient, powerful, and carrying memories that don’t belong to this age, Veyla marks Eira as a prize any alpha would wage war to claim. Only her parents and a pair of trusted elders know the truth, and they intend to keep it that way. Now, with Eira’s eighteenth birthday approaching—the age when shifters can finally sense their fated mate—the annual Summit of the High Packs arrives on Crescent Fang land. Politics, competition, and centuries-old grudges simmer beneath the surface. Among the visiting delegations is Kalen Draven, the newly risen Alpha of the Ironshade Pack. Ruthless. Respected. Scarred by a past that forged him into a weapon. He expects manipulation, strategy, and power plays. He does not expect the Alpha’s daughter to strike him like a bolt of silver fire. Eira wants nothing to do with him. She doesn’t trust the cold Alpha with predator’s eyes, and she certainly doesn’t trust the way her ancient wolf stirs whenever he enters a room. Their packs are enemies. Their futures are already tangled with responsibility. But fate has its own design. Something old stirs beneath their feet. And a bond forged in silver flames may be the only thing that can save—or destroy—the shifter world. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers shifter romance filled with prophecy, danger, forbidden power, and a connection neither of them is ready for.

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.

In the Santoro family, there was one rule: the heir marries a daughter from another powerful Family. But Alessio Santoro was crazy. He wanted to marry me, a nobody from a flower shop. He knelt in the family chapel for ten days straight. He even took a bullet fired by his own father, the Don. All just to walk away from his title and run away with me. I held him, crying, begging him to stop. He just smiled and kissed my eyes, wiping my tears. "Don't cry, Thea. As long as I can marry you, it's all worth it." In the end, the Santoros relented. But they had one condition: Alessio would still produce the next heir. Just not with me. He had to have a son with Aurelia Rossi. So I endured. I endured listening to them through the wall, night after agonizing night. I endured the smell of her perfume on his skin, the sight of her marks on his neck every time he kissed me. A year later, Aurelia got pregnant. It was a girl. Alessio begged me, his eyes red. "Just a little longer, Thea." So I waited another year. Finally, news came. Aurelia was pregnant with a boy. I thought we could finally leave, finally be free. But then disaster struck. Aurelia’s daughter had a sudden, violent allergic reaction. Everyone blamed me. They threw me in the cellar and left me to die. And Alessio? He believed them. This time, I was the one who gave up. I walked away from everything.

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his cock—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he fucks my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but fuck, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and cum, red rooms equipped for flogging, bondage, edging, and total power exchange. Expect graphic, immersive scenes of throat-fucking, ass-pounding, breeding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

Elara Reed has endured years of abuse as her pack's omega—the lowest rank, treated as less than nothing. When the arrogant Alpha heir Kai Thornwood discovers she's his fated mate, he's revolted. In front of the entire pack, he publicly rejects and humiliates her, then marks another she-wolf as his chosen Luna to solidify his disgust. But Kai made one fatal mistake: underestimating Elara. During the rejection, Elara's wolf breaks free, revealing what was hidden her entire life—she carries True Alpha bloodline, a power thought extinct for centuries. That night, she vanishes without a trace. Three years later, Alpha Kai's world is crumbling. His pack is failing, his chosen Luna is barren and bitter, and mysterious enemies are picking off his wolves one by one. Desperate, he tracks down the one person who might save them: Elara. But the broken omega he rejected is gone. In her place stands Alpha Elara Reed—confident, powerful, and leader of the fastest-growing pack in the territories. She's thriving, happy, and definitely not interested in helping the man who destroyed her. Oh, and she has three-year-old twins. His twins. With Alpha powers that shouldn't be possible at their age. Now Kai must grovel, fight, and prove he's worthy of a second chance—while enemies close in on Elara's rare bloodline, traitors sabotage from within, and a rival Alpha offers Elara everything Kai failed to give her: respect, partnership, and love. The clock is ticking. The bond may be severed, but the danger is just beginning. And Elara holds all the power now. His biggest mistake might cost him everything—including his life.

(MATURE CONTENT) She was exceptionally beautiful and I wanted to make her mine. Tugging on her jeans, I pulled it off and she gasped when I knelt down in front of her p***y. The milky complexion of her thigh was entrancing and I kissed it before sucking down on it harshly, over and over again, leaving countless kiss marks on her thigh as I worked my way up. Her moans were increasing in volume and I smiled as I watched her bite her lips and thread a hand through my hair, gripping tightly as she tried her hardest to keep her moans in. “Why do you smell so sweet, huh?” I murmured, my lips brushing over her lace underwear. “Do you know how insane you're driving me right now?” I kissed her straight through her panties, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. ——- ——- ——- “I offered myself to save my brother. Now I’m his captive—his slave. But the longer I stay, the less I want to run.” When Tamara witnesses her boss’s brutal murder, she never expects to end up in the hands of Leon Guerra—the ruthless mafia responsible. To save her brother from Leon’s wrath, Tamara strikes a desperate deal: Offering herself, in exchange for her brother’s life. She expected pain. She didn’t expect passion. Now she’s caught in a web of obsession, danger, and forbidden desire—and falling for the man she swore to hate.