Apocalypse Hunter

After her Vampire mate died, Marina became broken but determined to avenge the death of her lover. Memorizing the faces and scents of those young vampires who killed him, she began her quest to avenge Dante's death. Every night she took one underling's life, starting with the weakest first. Before each killing, she would question them on where she could find that underling that left his father behind that night. Some didn't answer willingly so she took great pleasure in torturing them till they gave her the clues she needed to begin her search. She made sure to kill the underlings in the same fashion as the first: by ripping out their throats and draining them of their blood. she was emotionless except for her anger and grief as she watched them die. Her only satisfaction came from seeing the fear that crossed the remaining underling's faces when they discovered their fallen brother's bodies on the steps to their lair. After many years later, will there be any hope to find love again? Join me in this epic, steamy and thigh tingling vampire erotic series/sequels and enjoy the ride.

Elok Puspa Keinan menikah dengan Damar Wira Nugraha atas dasar kesepakatan kedua belah pihak orangtua. Badai pernikahan datang semakin kencang ketika Damar memadunya. Elok ingin bertahan. Namun, cinta baru yang manis datang menawarkan kehangatan untuknya.

She belongs to a wolf. She's married to the hunter. To the world, Elira Malven is the villainess who stole a princess's betrothed. But her gilded marriage to the legendary war hero, Kael Rennar, is a cage, and her husband has a deadly secret: he is a Wolfhunter, the sworn enemy of her kind. “Why?” The word was a crack in her composure. “Why did you push for this marriage? What do you want from me?” He didn’t turn. A faint, hollow smile touched his lips. “I don’t know why I insisted,” his voice was barely a breath. “I don’t know why I didn’t kill you the moment I suspected what you are.” Her only hope seems to lie with Thane, her true mate, whose touch awakens a primal bond in a dusty library. But he is the one who shattered her heart. “Then why leave?” she asked, raw and painful. “After I begged you—” “Because I was protecting you!” The words tore from him. “You were nobility. The Wolfkiller's wife. And I— I was nobody.” Torn between a hunter haunted by his mercy and a mate haunted by his sacrifice, Elira must choose: remain in a marriage built on a tragic mystery, or risk a love that demands a price neither of them may survive.

Terbangun tanpa sehelai benang pun di pelukan seorang pria Belanda, Cempaka tahu aib itu akan menghancurkan segalanya. Apalagi, dalam tujuh hari ia akan menikah dengan bangsawan pribumi. Lebih parah, pria itu bukan kompeni biasa, melainkan kepala pengawas pelabuhan yang baru ditunjuk kerajaan, sosok dengan kuasa yang bisa menjeratnya kapan saja. Di hari pernikahannya, ia mendapati kenyataan pahit: bukan hanya cintanya yang hilang, tapi juga kebebasannya. Terjepit di antara gairah terlarang dan permainan kuasa, Cempaka harus memilih—tunduk pada takdir yang dipaksakan, atau melawan meski risikonya bisa menghancurkan seluruh hidupnya! More info: IG: @yoruakira

Ibu mertuaku tidak pernah puas dengan jatah bulanan yang suamiku berikan. Dia menganggap anak lelaki harus berbakti untuk membayar penderitaannya di masa muda dengan membahagiakannya. Aku lelah, tapi meninggalkan suamiku di bawah manipulasi ibunya pun aku tak tega. Lihat saja, akan kubuat suamiku sadar kalau berbakti tidak harus dengan tumpukan materi!

Maya had been searching the busy streets of Hungary in hunt for jobs under the scorching sun. After so many turn downs. She finally gave up her dream of becoming an accountant. She was wandering the streets after the last turn down when she saw a billboard with a job ad. The job was totally different from what she wanted to do but she had to survive. By hunting down predators. They called it. 'What kind of predators? Dangerous ones?'. She thought. She frowned at the ad as she read the tiny inked letters, her mind was running faster than her brain. A pain jolted through her fragile body due to overstressing herself She shook her head then retraced into the crowd after taking note of the address. 'they won't make us do things that'd hurt us'. If only she knew that wishes don't come true.

Demi menguasai sendirian rumah yang dijanjikan oleh mertua mereka, Rika si istri kedua, menghasut Ronny untuk mengusir istri pertamanya, Risma. Namun, ternyata, apa yang Rika dapatkan sangat berbeda dengan harapannya.

Karena terjerat hutang yang sangat besar, Livia di minta menggantikan kakak tirinya untuk menikah dengan seorang bos mafia terkenal dengan kekejamannya. Tidak ada pilihan lain, karena itu adalah satu-satunya yang bisa menyelamatkan kehancuran finansial keluarganya. Setelah menikah, sifat asli Ravco tidak menakutkan seperti yang Livia bayangkan sebelumnya. Menurutnya, Ravco adalah orang yang sangat peduli, rupawan, dan berwibawa. Tapi tidak tahu jika di dalam kebaikan itu, ada sesuatu yang tersembunyi di baliknya. Dalam pernikahan yang dilakukan karena sebuah transaksi, Bagaimana kehidupan rumah tangga mereka? Bisakah Livia bertahan dengan kehidupan seorang mafia? Apakah kehidupan Livia akan selalu aman?

私は五体満足だった。ある事がきっかけで『障害者』になった私は……。 自分の欲望の為に『殺人者』に変貌していく。 これは私がまだ『普通』の時の過去の話。 私の性別や、表現は君たちの好きなように想像してもらったよい。 『快楽』の波に君たちを誘おう

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.