Aromatic Flesh

Griffin's parents forcibly ended Griffin and Zaylee's relationship under the pretext of a quid pro quo that assisted Zaylee because her family's company had gone bankrupt. Griffin was willing to accept Zaylee as his secretary to exact revenge for his pain from being deceived by her. Their relationship was too complicated to explain, and the longer it had ended, the more it heated up due to past grudges. Griffin had a fiancée who was a friend of his father and a business partner from their respective families. Their arranged engagement was made for the benefit of both families' businesses. The night of Griffin and Frey's engagement event, he had to be disrupted because Zaylee appeared and declared she was pregnant. Griffin was the father of the unborn child in her womb, which made him even angrier as the situation worsened, not to mention his parents' anger towards him. Griffin was furious because Zaylee was so stubborn. He had tried hard to persuade her to have an abortion, as he saw it as the only easy and advantageous solution for both parties. However, Zaylee was unwilling, saying that even a lion wouldn't eat its offspring. How could a mother kill her innocent flesh and blood? Time continued to pass, Zaylee's pregnancy grew, and it became a looming issue for Griffin. It also had an impact on his company's stocks. Zaylee eventually gave up, choosing to isolate herself rather than seek accountability from Griffin, who accused her of various actions that damaged her reputation. Surprisingly, her departure led Griffin to discover a truth he had not known. His perspective on Zaylee changed, and he now admitted to himself that even after their relationship ended forcibly, his heart still belonged to her, regardless of his engagement and upcoming marriage with another woman.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

Nineteen-year-old Alex Raynot has never known peace. Between a sick younger brother, parents whose love curdled into daily war, and a cheating ex who turned violent, she’s learned that survival means never trusting too deeply, and never hoping too much. But when one night of terror drives her straight into the path of three dangerous men who look like sin sculpted in flesh, her world takes a turn she could never have imagined. Reed. Rhett. Rhys. Three brothers with eyes like night and power that hums in the air around them. They rule Denver’s underground. Their names whispered with both reverence and fear. Ruthless. Unreachable. Untouchable. Until Alex crashes into their world. A wrong door. A desperate escape. One encounter that should have ended in disaster becomes a collision course with fate. Because when her family is forced to relocate for her grandfather’s funeral, Alex discovers the unthinkable truth: those same three men, the ones who saved her, and branded her mind with fear and forbidden desire, are her step uncles. Now, she’s trapped inside their mansion, surrounded by luxury that feels like a gilded cage. Every hallway hums with tension, every look from Reed burns like a challenge, every word from Rhys teases the edge of danger, and every silent glance from Rhett feels like a promise of something she shouldn’t want. They’re older. Powerful. Untouchable. And yet, each carries a darkness that pulls her closer. But beneath the glittering wealth and cold marble walls lie secrets her father refuses to explain, secrets about why he left this family years ago, and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built.

(Fourth book in the Her Wolves series) Teagan van der Merwe knew at least one thing in this life, you couldn't trust anyone. Not even your own flesh and blood. Exiled from her pack at the tender age of nineteen by her parents, all because she loved the wrong person. Harland. Her mate. They were cast out. Left to fend for themselves. As if they had any say in who the goddess chose for them. Mates were forever, another lesson she had learned. Harland was the only one who saw her for her. Now, nine years later, she was forced to go back to that hell hole of a place. Forced to face the demons she had left behind. Alone. What she comes to discover would shake her to the very core. Teagan would find a second mate. The last person on this earth she had ever thought would be hers. Bellamy Johanness. The heir of Desert Sun. And the man she had been betrothed to. *** “For you? For you I would slaughter them all. Every last person that has ever made you cry. I would burn this world to the fucking ground if it meant you were happy. Maybe I am exactly the kind of person you thought I was. But maybe, just maybe, that’s the kind of person you need in your corner,” His fingertips reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. Beheld me with crystal clear vision. Saw through me. “Fuck all of them. So long as I have you.” I couldn’t stop myself. Felt my body moving forward, all on its own. The distance between us closed. Our eyes remained locked on each other. Everything stopped. Then his lips touched mine and everything fell right into place.

Zephyr stood with her head bent low and her hands clasped in front of her. His dark aura made cold sweat roll down her spine, and she felt herself trembling. She felt his ethereal dark gray eyes fall upon her, intensifying the urge to scurry away as he closed the distance between them. She tried to move backward, but her back pressed further into the wall, reminding her she had no place to run to. His larger frame towered over her as he placed one hand beside her head. Zephyr had seen many men, and she could confidently say none held a candle to Alpha Damon Alaric. Damon was handsome in every way, and if she didn't know better, she might have mistaken him for the devil. Zephyr shivered when his fingers grasped her chin and tilted it up to meet his dark gaze. "Zephyr…" Alpha Damon trailed off, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Her heart raced as his thumb gently caressed her lips. "Didn't I tell you you're mine? How dare you let another man touch you?" His voice remained calm, but his eyes spoke volumes. Zephyr's heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to her bottom, gently caressing the soft flesh and stirring sinful desires within her. "Or do you want me to take you to my bed and remind you to whom you belong?" Zephyr Cyrus was the lowest of all kinds; even the Omegas easily trampled her because she was a slave. She had accepted her fate, knowing that denying it would only lead to death. However, everything began to change when the Alpha's shrewd eyes fell on her.

Reylin has survived what most could not. Fierce, free-spirited, and unbreakably strong-willed, she’s one of the last humans still alive and free. She was only thirteen when the Lycans—monsters cloaked in flesh and fangs—descended from the shadows and took everything. Her parents. Her home. Her safety. Now, ten years later, Reylin is a warrior in one of the last hidden human settlements, with only her younger brother left to protect, she’d rather die than become a slave to the beasts who ruined her world. But survival gets harder by the day. The Lycans are not just strong. They’re fast, brutal, and natural-born predators. Since the Great War, they’ve established a merciless new order, one where humans are hunted, enslaved, or wiped out entirely. And Reylin’s time is running out. When her village is raided by Lycan soldiers, she risks everything to protect her brother only to be captured by the infamous Alpha of the North. Alpha Orion. Crowned in blood and forged in war, Orion is one of the ruthless Alpha who led the Lycans to victory. A cold and calculated killer, he sees humans as weak, defiant creatures undeserving of breath. He doesn’t hesitate to crush rebellions, burn settlements, and extinguish hope. Until her. The defiant human girl who won’t bow, who tried to kill him. The one his beast calls mate. Orion is disgusted by the bond, repulsed by the idea of being tied to a human, but his instincts scream to claim her, protect her, destroy anything that touches her. And when secrets from the war begin to surface, loyalty is tested, and bloodlines come into question, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: He may hate her kind. But he will burn the world before letting her go.

“I, Volvo Blackwood, Alpha of the Slaw crest pack banish you, Silver colt from the werewolf world.” Born under the shade of tragedy, Silver’s birth is considered a curse to her family–the death of her father and the pain of labour of her mother. She was deprived of her worth and foists to love as an Omega. Her joy is restored on her eighteenth birthday when she gets her wolf and finds her mate.  Although a tragedy happens as she is found in the act, tearing the flesh of Blackwood, Volvo’s cousin but like most Alpha heirs, Volvo rejects their bond, shattering all hopes of the weak young wolf. A sinister betrayal shatters her world. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Silver is banished to the human world, leaving behind the only life she has ever known. Just as she begins to rebuild herself, she stumbles upon a terrifying truth—Jackson Blackwood, the cousin she once killed in self-defense, is alive, thriving, and hiding dark secrets. When she uncovers a deadly underground society harvesting werewolf blood, Silver realizes she is their next target.   Haunted by her past and hunted in her present, Silver must make a choice: run, or face the problem at hand. With the help of the enigmatic Seth Coleman, a notorious wolf hunter, she unlocks the strength she never knew she had. But as she returns to reclaim her destiny, shocking truths come to light—her own sister, Amelia, has been pulling the strings all along, orchestrating Silver’s downfall for power and revenge.   She faces the ultimate test. Will she reclaim her place, or will she forge a new destiny?  Can she resist the pull of her past love, or will she embrace the future with the one who truly stands by her side? 

For eight years in a marriage devoid of light, I had abortions five times. Every time, Sam would grip my hand when I woke up, his eyes red, and promise to find the best doctors to help me recover. After the third miscarriage, he finally hired a team of top-tier nutritionists, ensuring that every single meal was planned perfectly. He always comforted me, "Don't worry, Penny. We're still young, so we can have another baby!" When I found out I was pregnant again, snowflakes were dancing outside my window. I wrapped my fur coat tightly around my body and rushed to the company, only to hear Wren's furious voice outside the VIP suite, "Are you insane? Those five babies were your own flesh and blood!" Sam replied coldly, "Nicole needs specimen for her experiments. All I'm doing is providing her with the materials she needs." His words dug into my heart like icy spikes, and I could even hear my own bones cracking. "As for Penelope…" He chuckled. "Do you think that our marriage certificate is the real deal?" Snowflakes stung my face like needles, and I finally found out the truth about our marriage. From the very beginning, I was nothing more than a living test subject for the woman he truly loved. Sam was right. Those unborn children never even had legal identities, and were worth less than a piece of paper, just like my so-called marriage. Glass shattered from inside the room, and I could hear Wren cursing, but I turned and walked towards the elevator. Since Sam's priority was Nicole and nothing else, I was hell-bent on making him pay the price.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

"You stupid whore," Jasper snarls, fingers bruising my arms as he shakes me like trash. "Name the bastard who touched what's mine or I'll carve that filthy seed from your womb and make you watch it die." ---- One reckless night of freedom. A shadowed stranger's fangs at my throat and his thick cock splitting me open while he growls filthy promises: “Cum on this cock, you lying little virgin bitch. Squeeze me like the greedy cumdump you’ve always been. I’m gonna flood your womb so deep you’ll carry my seed while you swear forever to another man.” ---- And my perfect mafia wedding shatters at the altar. I collapse and wake up pregnant. Shame ignites bloodlust. Families roar “puttana sporca,” “troia incinta,” knives flashing, abortion demanded. My body becomes a battlefield.. flesh to gut, erase, and own. When all hope seemed lost, the door crashes open and the room freezes. Jasper drops to a bow, whispering, “Father.” The monster strides in: Dax Blackthorne, untouchable werewolf alpha, empire-killer. He squats beside me, inhales my scent, voice low and lethal and ask, “Why do I smell my pup in you?” I stare from the stranger… to my husband bowing low… and horror slams home. I’m carrying my father-in-law’s child. One drunken, savage knot had produced an impossible heir. In a blood-soaked empire of werewolf dominance, mafia wars, and taboo claims, a fragile human girl must harden into venom or be devoured by the men who believe her womb, her body, and her fate already belong to them. One filthy mistake. One forbidden pup. And now everything burns.