Anakin Burned

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Bad things happen to good people. That's what Luna Sharon found out the painful way. Falsely accused of a crime she didn’t commit, scorned by her Alpha,betrayed by her own pack and sentenced without mercy, Sharon was tortured and burned alive under the cold gaze of the moon. But when her cries of innocence reach the Moon Goddess she is given a second chance, at a huge cost, but she is willing to pay it. With a new face,new name and old desire for vengance, Sharon will make sure those who wronged her will go down as she did, in a prye of tears and blood.

He was my mother’s obsession… Her billionaire lover. The man who shattered my perfect family. I swore I’d make him pay. I'll seduce him, make him crave me, without ever letting him know who I was. But between business trips, one bed, and kisses that burned too deep… I forgot the most dangerous rule of revenge— Never fall for the man you’re meant to destroy.

~BOOK ONE OF THE LOVE SERIES. Love’s darkest spark. ❧ To my darlings who wants to be owned and dominated, here is a perfect chance to get on your fucking knees. ❧ Love didn’t save them, hate did. Nicole Daniels never imagined her world would fall apart so violently. Betrayed by her husband, backstabbed by her best friend, and left grieving a child she never got to hold. She's done pretending to be okay. When Rhett Otis, her ex-husband’s cold and infuriating stepbrother, offers her a contract marriage with an offer she can’t refuse, she accepts without hesitation. It’s not love, It’s not hope. It’s survival and revenge or so she told herself. Yet she didn’t fall for him. She crashed, burned, and never recovered. While Rhett told her they were just business but he kissed her like she was his. He was supposed to stay away from her but he married her instead. She was forbidden, but he craved her destruction— hated her for slipping under his skin and hated himself even more for needing her to stay there. What began as a business arrangement becomes a brutal tangle of secrets, yearning, and something neither of them dare name. Enemies. Pretenders. Liars. That’s all they were ever meant to be. But sometimes, pretend hate burns too hot and love becomes the darkest spark.

18+ Warning!!! Listen, this book does not play nice. Expect explicit sexual content, bursts of violence, and enough emotional chaos to make your head spin. The characters? Oh, they'll frustrate you, make reckless choices, and probably leave you yelling at the page. Reader discretion is advised… but let's be real, you're still going to read it just to see what these beautiful messes do next. ★★★ He left her in the flames… never knowing she carried his child. Elowen Thorne was once a forgotten maid in Morvain Pack, until Alpha Alaric Veylor of Dravenmere Pack made her his mate-- but love turned to ashes when betrayal struck. Accused of a crime she didn't commit and replaced by her envious stepsister, Tazira, Elowen vanished... burned, broken, and pregnant. Five years later, she returns as the long-lost daughter of the noble Velmira Pack Queen, known for their healing ability. Her power was feared, and her heart locked away. Her only focus is to retrieve the Drezova Moon Relic to stop the Vampires and Witches before war consumes them all. But fate is cruel! To find the relic, she must work with three powerful Alphas. One is her ex-husband, Alpha Alaric, who betrayed her… another is Sylion, the mysterious guardian of the relic who once saved her life and wants her now… And the last is Alpha Drazien Veythar, the calculating political leader whose alliance she must secure, even if it costs her freedom. Claimed by the three Alphas, bound by duty, and fated only to the Alpha King-- her greatest battle will be choosing which heart survives the war.

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.

I was supposed to be a bride. Instead, I was abandoned at the altar and humiliated as the man I loved ran off with my best friend, taking my fortune with him. In one night, my world shattered. I thought my story ended there, but Tony James appeared. He was the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about. A mafia boss who claimed my ex had betrayed him too. He offered me a deal: help him track down the traitor who ruined us both, and he’d give me the revenge I burned for. What began as reluctant partnership twisted into something an erotic romance. Tony was everything I shouldn’t want. He was dominant in bed looking for his submissive, powerful and intoxicating. He taught me to fight, to be sly, to wield allure like a weapon, and in return, I gave him TRUST.

Blurb;    Reena Walters was possibly the worst spy to have ever existed. Recruited by the FBI to infiltrate the stronghold of a dangerous man, Reena decided that seduction was the way to go. Dressed in the ridiculous yet most alluring way possible, Reena Walters succeeded in infiltrating the dungeon like mansion for the biggest and most exclusive ball of the year. Armed with her glittery mask that helped her blend in with several others, Reena finally got her hands on a Thorne brother and did what she knew how to do best, seduction, and charmed the secrets out of him by winning a game of wits. Unknowingly to her that the dominant and ridiculously attractive silver eyed man beneath her was none other than the younger Thorne rumored to be crazy and volatile, and worse, he was playing a game with her, a game she was not aware of. Charming the secret codes and location out of him, Reena continued on her mission, shaking off the nagging feeling that it had all been too easy. Finally getting her hands on the highly sought after flash drive, Reena could not resist the urge to blow an obnoxious kiss to the face of the startled yet crazy eyes that stared at her in the dark. And that split second was all it took for a dangerous obsession to take root and grow in the mind of the older Thorne. Caught like a bird between two dangerous men, Reena must place all her stakes in one game by recklessly choosing the one she deemed lesser of the two evils, but what she did not know yet, and what she would soon learn was that hell was not hot at all, it was freezing cold, and yet burned hotter and brighter than an inferno.

Although their marriage was not based on love in the beginning, Elena gave her heart to Damian, the man she once believed was her forever. She loved him with a devotion that burned through every storm, but when false whispers and cruel betrayals poisoned his trust, their love began to unravel. Now abandoned in her darkest hour, Elena clings to life as she fights to bring their fragile child into the world alone. Every cry of pain is a reminder of the man who should have been by her side but instead handed her a divorce agreement through a lawyer’s cold words, yet even as her body breaks and her heart bleeds, Elena cannot kill the love she feels for Damian. It lingers, haunting her, making every memory both a comfort and a torment. He was her first love, her only love; and perhaps her greatest mistake, but when tragedy and love collide, sometimes the cruelest ending is not deatth, it’s surviving with a heart that will never be whole again.

Valerie was the love of Brian’s life but she saw his devotion as manipulation and despise him. After the tragic loss of her mother, Valerie felt she had nothing left to live for and vanished without a trace. Her step-sister, Jane, reveled in her disappearance. Seizing the opportunity, she wove a web of lies - accusing Brian of murdering Valerie. She whispered poison into his parents' ears, claiming they had been lovers before he turned violent. To her delight, they believed her over their own son. Now, Jane had one demand: marriage. To silence her and "protect" their family's reputation, Brian’s parents forced him to agree. But behind his cold obedience burned a deadly resolve - he would kill her before their honeymoon ever began. On the wedding day, Jane stood at the registry in her lavish gown, triumphant. Brian was ready to leave the house with his family, his heart steeled for vengeance. Then, a stranger appeared. A woman no one expected, with a pair of twins in her arms. Secrets will unravel. Blood will spill. And before the night ends, someone will die. Will Brian get his revenge… or will the lies destroy him first?