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“As within, so without, as above, so below, as the universe, so the soul.” - Hermes Trismegistus. This philosophical perspective outlines the idea that who we are on the inside will be created in the world around us. This Principle embodies the truth that there is always a correspondence between the laws and phenomena of the various planes of being and life. But what happens when your fate isn't sealed, instead, it was altered. The holidays are a hectic time but are also supposed to be a time of joy. What happens when the ghosts of Christmas lead you straight to Hell? Demons and Angels each have a specific time on Earth to find their mates. Once Damon and Misha find one another, a threat emerges that could alter their fate. Learn how Damon and Misha evolved to deliver a Christmas in Hell that no one would ever forget.

One night. One drink. One wrong turn. That’s all it took to lead Ashley Kingsley straight into the arms of the man who once shattered her life into pieces. Years later, her ex-husband Dante Montclair, heir to Montclair Group, returns to the country and they end up spending one unforgettable night together. The next morning, she vows to forget it ever happened. But Dante has other plans. When a family crisis puts Ashley in an impossible position, Dante makes her an offer: he’ll save the person she loves most, if she agrees to be his again. Torn between pride and survival, loyalty and love, Ashley must decide if this second chance is destiny… or the most dangerous mistake of her life.

He ruined me once. And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it. Else how do you explain this? The one man I should never see again is everywhere. In my head. In my bed when I close my eyes. In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years. That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. People run from danger. They run from pain. But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it. Or worse—like it’s running toward me. Roman Ward. The bane of my existence. And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

"Stay away from me!" He growled ferociously, so ferocious that it almost made my heart stop. Although I hesitated at first, I moved closer to him and lightly touched his arm. "I can't and won't leave you. Ever." My words made something in him snap, he pushed me against the wall and his silver eyes were looking straight at me. "Then why don't I show you why you should.” Nesta, a reckless and young she-wolf, got herself in a situation where she had to use her powers to save the world of werewolves. She was doing alright by herself but her world changed when she met him. The beast.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After her death, countless pack members questioned Dad about what he had said. Someone even offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But he remained silent. Until the day of my mate ceremony, Dad showed up. He walked up to my fiancé and whispered something...

"You drugged me and fooled me into your room. I know exactly what you want." Oh, honey, if only he knew the chaos that paraded through my mind on a daily basis. But I swear on my bank account that I have done no such thing. Drugging him? Oh no, I’d drug people for their money, but not for their dicks. -- "I don't think you can pay off your family's debt, even if you work day and night, for the next ten years, Ms. Lane." "What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following." "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." He leaned in close. His hand lifted my chin, so my eyes looked straight onto his.

Five years ago, Elena lost everything. Betrayed by her fiancé and her own sister, abandoned by her father, and shattered by her mother’s death, she made one desperate decision… a night with a stranger for ten million dollars. By morning, he was gone. And so was the life she once knew. Now, Elena is back. Stronger, Colder, and with a secret, her four-year-old son. But fate is dicy. Because the man she once spent the night with is none other than Dominic West, the ruthless billionaire who now stands at the top of the city. And worse… She unknowingly walks straight into his world. When Elena takes a job as a nanny in Dominic’s mansion, she never expects the dangerous pull between them. Or the secrets that lies in their encounter.

When the heat becomes unbearable… desire ignites. Rival firefighters ripping off gear in a steamy locker room. Straight best friends trapped in a scorching sauna, sweat turning curiosity into raw hunger. A powerful boss bending his eager intern over the desk during a city-wide blackout. Frat rivals claiming each other roughly on the moonlit beach. Roommates, mechanics, coaches, werewolves, and strangers — all surrendering to filthy, no-limits passion. Twenty-five explosive M/M shorts packed with sweat, dominance, desperate moans, and throbbing need. Hate sex. First times. Forbidden touches. Primal releases. Each story is a fast-burning blaze — quick to light, impossible to put out. ⚠️ Extremely explicit. Graphic M/M action. 18+ only. Dare to feel the burn?

Flora Amor thought she had found her fairytale in Dixal Amorillo, the man who made her heart race with every whispered breath of her name. But her dreams collapsed when she discovered that her marriage was built on a cruel bet. Her world crumbled further after a tragic family secret left her with no memories of the past. Seven years later, fate brings them together again through her mischievous, brilliant child, leading Flora Amor straight into Dixal's powerful construction empire. Now a changed man, Dixal is determined to fight for the wife he once lost. With the hidden enemies, family betrayals, and long-buried truths threatening to tear them apart, Flora Amor found the courage to hold on to the healing power of love

The lab blew, and my girlfriend—Beatrice Whitmore—didn't even glance my way. She bolted straight for Joseph, wrapping herself around him. When the dust settled, she climbed into the ambulance with him. I was still on the ground, bleeding out, and she didn't spare me a look. Eighteen years raising him, and apparently, that was all the space her heart had left. My coworkers dragged me to the hospital. ICU, barely breathing. When I finally clawed my way out, throat raw, I called my advisor. "Prof. Beaumont, I'm in. I'll go. Even if it means disappearing for five years, I don't care." That was supposed to be my wedding month. Not anymore.