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You walked into the wrong room… just in time to see his towel drop. You weren’t supposed to be there. You stayed anyway. That’s exactly the kind of bad decision this book is built on. Dark Drippy Desires is an unapologetic collection of explicit erotic stories about strangers who shouldn’t, married men who do, rivals who cross the line, and every reckless moment where deep desire wins over common sense. No fade to black. No holding back. Every story stands alone. Every chapter goes deeper than it should. This isn’t soft. This is the kind of book you read with your door locked. Explicit adult content throughout. Read at your own risk.

After the 100th failed fertility treatment, my husband, who had been previously diagnosed with a low sperm count, spoke coldly. “Lucy is very fertile. She gets pregnant after our first time, unlike you. You just can’t conceive.” Lucy was my adoptive sister. While holding her hand, he laid out three options for me. I could either ignore their affair and retain my title as the CEO’s wife, take the ten million dollars and disappear, or walk away with nothing at all. The whole town knew how proud I was. They also knew how deeply I loved him. They surely expected me to be mad with jealousy and choose honor over compromise. But I neither cried nor made a scene. I calmly slid the check back across the table. “The child will call me Mom. I’ll stay and be Mrs. Carter.” After all, this was my third time to live such a life. The first time, I chose to leave with nothing but my dignity. The second time, I took the money, but had to live in shame. Both decisions ended in tragedy. For the third time, perhaps three of us could just... make it work.

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

“I’m giving you one last chance to Run, Ven. I’ll count to five and I’m going to chase you, if you pass these woods and the pack’s boundaries before I catch you, you are free to go from there, back to the human world you love so much.” “What happens if I can’t escape? You’d chain me up here forever?” I folded my fists in anger. “If I catch you before you reach the boundary, I’ll mark you, I won’t care if your answer is yes or no, you will be mine, and the gods help me, Little mouse, because I won’t mind breaking every Will power and walls you’ve built until you accept it, you will belong to me, Every. part. Of. You.” **** After being betrayed by her best friend who she slowly began to develop feelings for, Venetta runs off to the human world for a new beginning but fate pulls her back into the wolf pack she ran from. Will she be able to forgive and fight the obstacles being thrown at her or would she run, like she always has

Xiao long, is a regular high school boy. To have activities like any other schoolchildren, such as school and play. At the age of 18, he was stabbed to death saving a young boy who was about to be kidnapped by a big, fat thug. Before he died, Xiao Long saw a few people dressed in robes with all the lights around him. And after that he realized that saving that little boy was the best choice he had ever taken, because that choice changed him from ordinary men to immortals who conquered all with the knowledge of the gods and power of darkness. This is the continuation of Xiao Long's story in Successor of the Gods. Continuing from chapter 26, you have to read the first novel with the same title before reading this.

WARNING: Contains Hardcore BDSM, forced proximity, gruesome sex scenes, forbidden romance and uncensored vocabulary. “To the public, you are my Luna, but while in this Packhouse, you will be reminded that this union was just one of convenience. You shall abide by my rules with obedience and respect, for our bond is one of necessity, not passion. I want you to keep this in mind till you die. I will never love you, Jennita.” *** Finding solace and unexpected love in Jamal, the Alpha of the Rogue wolves, after a heartbreaking betrayal, Jennita must confront her past when her Ex-husband and Alpha returns, reigniting a dangerous game of desire, loyalty, and the haunting shadows of the moonlit night. *** Update Schedule: 1-2 Chapter(s) daily *** Book 1 Of The Hybrid Legacy Series

Maybe I made a mistake in my past life and that's why the moon goddess cursed me with muteness and also becoming the object of obsession and attention to the ruthless mafia lord, the alpha of the scarlet pack. He massacred my entire clan and took me as payment for what my father owed. I vowed to take my revenge on him but when love and affection comes knocking, it threatens everything we both believed in and what I thought was the truth was just a little drop in the ocean.One word: fuck!!

"We can't do this Ethan". I jerked away, my back hitting the wall. "And why can't we?" He asked watching me with his intimidating eyes. "Because I'm...." The words caught up in my throat when he took slow steps towards me. "Don't you dare say that word" he muttered colliding his lips with mine. ** He is her employer She is his employee He is Single She is a Divorcee

“Our pathetic engagement is done, so don’t ever show your miserable face around me again. I’ve been disgusted by it for years! You are dying soon anyways, your disease has no cure! RIP in advance.” Francis, my fiancée spat cruelly, each word like a wound to my already broken heart. Not bothering to know how deep his words were hurting me. And didn’t care I was already drowning in pain.

My first day back home and my husband's secretary was already flexing her muscles, trying to grab my antique right out of my hands. Before I could get a word out, she smacked me across the face. Twice. She sneered at me with a look that could freeze fire. "This piece caught my eye, and I'm being nice to you. Better apologize and thank me, pronto!" I moved to confront her, but before I knew it, her bodyguard had me pinned to the ground. She looked down at me like I was nothing. "Trying to challenge me? I'm Mrs. Collins of the Collins family here in Riverton City. You're nothing! One word from my husband and you're out of here!" Passersby started chiming in: "Aren't you going to bow down and beg? She's the apple of Mr. Collins' eye." "Play your cards right, and maybe you'll still be scrubbing toilets in Riverton City." I was ready to set things straight when her title hit me like a ton of bricks. The Collins family of Riverton City? When did Eric get another wife? I dialed Eric's number and laughed calmly. "Eric, since when did you secretly marry someone behind my back?"