Black Widow Sister

Augustus is her sister's husband, but she desires him. Wala sa plano ni Satana ang maghubad sa harap ng asawa ng kakambal niya, lalo na ang mahulog ang loob niya rito. Sinubukan niyang iwasan si Augustus, pero paano kung ayaw na siyang pakawalan ng lalaki? Paano kung siya ang piliin nito kaysa sa sarili nitong asawa? Nakahanda ba siyang traydurin ang sariling kapatid para sa lalaking umaangkin sa puso't katawan niya?

Cassie and her sisters were already wary about the upcoming Harvest Moon festival, but they had no idea what the fates had in store for each of them. Love, loss, hatred, revenge... and war.

“Wendy, are you absolutely sure you want to sign this document?” The Elder’s voice rang in my ears—cold, distant. “Once your bond with Alpha John is dissolved, you’ll lose everything tied to the Blackthorn Pack.” I gripped the pen so hard my knuckles turned white. “Yes. I’m sure.” But just as the tip touched the paper— BANG! The door was kicked open with a violent crash. Alpha John stormed in, eyes bloodshot, and wrapped his hand around my throat. “You dare?!” Blood slipped from the corner of my lips… but I laughed. Because I knew—he would never discover the truth. That his dear uncle, Alpha Vincent, was hiding in my closet at this very moment. And the fresh bite mark on my lower belly… still burned from last night. As if fate was mocking me, my sweet little sister Penny sent a message right then: “Sis, wanna know a secret? That miscarriage you had? John planned it. He made it happen.” Then the TV flickered to life with a breaking live broadcast— There she was, Penny, gently stroking her swollen belly as she smiled into the camera. “John and I are expecting our baby next month,” she announced proudly to the entire Pack. And Alpha John—my “husband”—stood beside her, lovingly kissing her forehead. Like I never existed. Like I wasn’t the Luna written in law. “Miranda,” my wolf snarled in my head, “Rip those traitors apart—now!” But I didn’t. I wiped the blood from my mouth, and dialed the number I hadn’t called in five long years. “Vincent,” I said calmly, “Come get me.”

My brother was a twisted, paranoid psychopath. When I was ten, my parents were murdered. Both my legs broke off while I tried to save my brother. I became his only family and also Achilles’ heel. Those who mocked me as a crippled would have their bones broken, and anyone who tried to hurt me would be smashed into a pulp. As he reclaimed our family’s fortune, he became “the Devil” in Amberwater, a man no one dared to offend. Yet, he alone spoiled me like I was a little princess. Everyone knew that Lucas’s sister was untouchable. He had sent me abroad to receive the best treatment. The day that I could finally stand up again, I received an invitation to my brother’s engagement banquet. “Veronica, we’re going to have a new family member soon.” I heard that his fiancee was the daughter of a wealthy family. She was gentle and virtuous. I dressed beautifully to meet her and planned to give her the jade bracelet that my mother had left behind. However, she had me kidnapped and taken to an abandoned construction building. “You lowly little witch. I’ll rip that face of yours since you’re such a seductress. I’ll see how you’ll steal my man now!” She crushed my mother’s heirloom, broke all my limbs, and ripped my face off. Then, she ordered a dozen men to torment me to death. In the end, she stuffed me into a gift box and sent it to my brother. “Dearest, this is your wedding gift. Do you like it?”

The tale of a widow's harrowing journey through grief and peril into the cold remnants of a dead world. Damon Sharpe had in part found victory, he believed, in his battle to unearth a truth obscured by time. By autumn, he was dead, leaving to his wife Anne a house of unfulfilled wishes, remnants, and the key to the enigma of his obsession, the Mourner’s Cradle. A journey through grief and peril delivers Anne Sharpe from her home in St. Charles to the faraway skeletons of a long-dead civilization where she will find the desperate answers she seeks…or die trying. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

Hadden's sister had merely choked on some water at the pool while she was swimming, and for that, he shoved me into the pool after tying me up. He left me with only a small hole for air that was barely an inch. He said I would have to pay double for every grievance Julia suffered. I never learned how to swim. There was nothing I could do but try my best to breathe as I sobbed and begged him to let me out. Yet all I received was a lecture. "You'll never learn if I don't teach you a lesson now." I struggled to stay afloat, but… It took five days before Hadden's anger dissipated and he put me out of my misery, but it was already too late. "I'll let you go this time, but you'd better not make the same mistake again!" I had already drowned to death.

My younger sister was in a bad mood and went drinking at a bar, only to be dragged into a room by a few men. Not long after, she ended up pregnant. My husband, to protect her, actually suggested divorcing me so he could marry her instead. "Brooke only went to that bar because of me. I can't let people talk about her. Don't worry—once the baby is born and the paperwork is done, we'll remarry." I refused, but he heartlessly abandoned me, seven months pregnant, on the side of the highway. With my swollen belly, I walked for over an hour before finally making it off the road. There, I found my husband and my sister standing together, mocking me in my miserable state. "You wouldn't even help your own sister. Serves you right to suffer like this." "Noelle, don't be angry. I'm about to give birth, and Jensen only did it 'cause he was only worried about me." At that moment, I finally gave up completely. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

WARNING: This book has strong erotica themes I had two goals for college, start afresh and forget the boy who broke me but on my first day, I grabbed a stranger's cock in a bar and the next morning, he walked into my classroom. As my professor. His name is Chance Black, tattooed, cold, and dangerous. He teaches literature like he owns the room. He looks at me like he already owns me. I should've stayed away. Instead, I begged him to ruin me. This is not just a love story, it's an obsession, it's sex, it's power and it's every dark thing you've ever wanted to feel.

WARNING ‼️ This book delves into mature and explicit themes, including graphic sexual content, taboo relationships such as forbidden affairs and sibling rivalry-fueled obsession. The characters aren't all perfect and sunshine! Tread carefully if these elements unsettle you, reader discretion is strongly advised. (18+) **** I’ve craved Soren my entire fucking life. My sister knew it—knew he was my obsession, my filthy secret. But Cassidy’s always stolen everything from me. Dad’s favoritism and even the spotlight in college. And then she framed me for something heinous, painted me as an aggressive jealous junkie, and ruined me. As if that's not enough, she walked down the aisle with him. Now she wears his ring. She carries his children. She parades the perfect life right in front of me. And I’m supposed to smile. Pretend it doesn’t shred me apart every time I see him touch her. But one night… one reckless, drunk scorching night after being fired…We had a nightstand. He doesn’t remember—but I do. God, I do. And I can’t stop craving more. Cassidy thinks she’s clever, dragging me back into her perfect little life, humiliating me, then hiring me to nanny her kids. She thinks I’m weak. But sharing a roof with Soren is pure inferno, his gaze burns trails over my curves, hatred simmering beneath raw lust. We shatter every boundary: stolen gropes in shadowed corners, frantic fucks against walls, his cock slamming into me in forbidden spots where anyone could catch us…. I know it’s depraved to lust after a taken man. Sick to yearn for your sister’s husband. Utterly taboo. But I don’t give a damn. Because for once in my life, I want to take everything from her. Even if it destroys us all. .