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“I'm not just the vampire king of tales, Ellie. I'm a talented artist.” Vanchure said with every stroke he made on the canvas with his paintbrush. “So you can either be the one posing on my couch, behind the canvas, or be the one whose blood I will use in replacement for paints.” In a mystical world named Shirlon, there was a division of two powerful mythical creatures, two great kingdoms, with two great rulers. Speaking of which were the Black Pack, the werewolves, and the Thorx Coven, the vampire with the respect of law and order. These two kingdoms had a ball of symbiosis where they worked hand in hand to maintain their stable world. The werewolves were considered as the soldiers, the ones left to do the tough and dirty jobs within both kingdoms. While the soldiers had the day and night to themselves, the vampire blossomed in the dark. The vampires were also known as Royalties. They've been known to have ancient riches, making them superior to the soldiers. In these two kingdoms, they had their kings. Eamonn, Alpha of Black Pack, and Vanchure, king of Thorx Coven. They had maintained the order of peace and had always set their boundaries between each other until Ellie came along. Ellie was born of the soldiers, just a commoner that the Alpha of her Pack proclaimed as a mate. Ellie was set on a path to rescue her missing sister from the hands of the vampire king, Vanchure. But on her first encounter with that handsome devil, her whole life takes a different turn.

I check on family businesses in the countryside with my girlfriend, Mildred McClure, in tow. At noon, we stop by my uncle, Barron Cortez's, place for a simple lunch. Just as we are getting ready to leave, his new wife, whom he married just six months ago, Hilda Ross, rushes out and demands that we settle the bill. "Elden, you two just had the Supreme Farmhouse Set Meal, which is 1,888.80 dollars, and your girlfriend picked three organic, pesticide-free tomatoes in the garden. That's 199.80 dollars. "With an 80% service charge, your total comes to 3,800 dollars." Mildred is stunned. "Elden, do we have to pay to eat at your uncle's place?" I start to feel embarrassed, and my expression darkens as I look at Hilda, my supposed aunt, who's barely any older than me. "I've grown up eating at my uncle's place and never paid a single penny. Besides, your prices are downright outrageous!" Hilda calmly whips out a price menu and righteously declares, "That's all ancient history. Now, we're running a farmhouse business where all prices are clearly marked, so everyone pays the same rate. "Barron said you're some big boss in the city. Surely you're not going to stiff us over a little bill, are you?" She steps in front of the gate to block the exit with her body and shoots me a contemptuous look. "Even family settles their accounts. If you don't pay up today, don't even dream about stepping through this door!" While Mildred panics, I laugh in disbelief before taking out my phone and dialing Barron's number. "Uncle Barron, Hilda wants to settle accounts between family, so don't you think it's time we settled our accounts too?"

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

HOW MUCH CAN YOU PAY FOR A SINGLE NIGHT... The only offense Emily Lee seemed to have committed was being a human among werewolves. As a result of this ominous hatred, Emily fought to earn the love of her family, especially her shady half-sister, Samantha, who despised Emily's beauty. A one-night stand with the powerful CEO, Don Nick, which was a clever plan of Samantha, cost Emily her relationship with Tyler. Emily was blackmailed into giving in to Samantha's cunning demands, and she paid a heavy price, which included losing her beauty and leading a deplorable life as luna. AGAINST HER WILL SHE BECAME A LUNA, BUT FOR LOVE SHE WAS MADE A MONSTER Emily's life as the luna was nothing like the popular fairy tales would have you believe. Samantha was the Lady of the Pack and Emily's young princess, Mila Xavier, lived in ruins. Emily Lee is currently a luna without the love of her alpha and a monster confined to a dungeon. In spite of this, Samantha hunted for the last drop of her blood. In Emily lies the answer Alpha Xavier sought, and she alone can bring Lycan Ryder, the vicious Dragon Lycan King, to his feet. However, Emily is held back by fear. What was worse was that she was ignorant of the power she possessed. One thing kept Emily going. And that was the hope that she would one day give her daughter, Mila Xavier, her most cherished desire, the love of her father.  

The Silver CEO’s Bound Lunar In a world where shadows hunt and power is the ultimate currency, one secret could destroy a billion-dollar empire—or unite two souls destined by the moon. MAYA THORNE is a sharp-witted private investigator who doesn't believe in fairy tales, let alone monsters. When she’s hired to recover the "Silver Moonstone," a stolen relic from the private vault of the world’s most reclusive tycoon, she thinks it’s just another corporate heist. She doesn’t expect to be cornered by a man whose presence feels like a thunderstorm and whose eyes flash with a predatory gold. CILLIAN VANE is the "Silver-Backed" Alpha of the North Ridge Pack and the billionaire CEO of Vane Global. For years, he has used his fortune to keep his kind’s existence a myth. But when a human investigator tracks down the very stone that anchors his pack’s power, his world begins to crumble. The moment Cillian catches Maya’s scent—rain-soaked cedar and wild mint—his inner wolf roars one word: Mate. Maya has the evidence to expose him. Cillian has the power to silence her. As rival packs emerge from the dark to claim the stone, Cillian must decide: will he protect his empire by getting rid of the woman he is biologically driven to claim, or will he sacrifice everything to make her his Luna? The hunt is on. The moon is rising. And this time, there is no escape.

For Adults+🔞🔞🔞 Only..Gracie never wanted to come back home—but the summer traps her in the house with the one man she both fears and craves: her stepfather. Cold, ruthless, and dripping with quiet disdain, he’s made it clear for years that she is nothing but a burden. Yet his every glare ignites something forbidden in her, a hunger she’s never dared confess. Now, every moment alone with him feels like a test of control. The brush of his hand, the gravel in his voice, the way his eyes linger too long—Emma can’t tell if he wants to destroy her… or devour her. The secret she carries inside burns hotter each day, pulling her closer to the edge of obsession. This summer, masks will shatter. His cruelty hides something darker, and her longing hides something even more dangerous. Between hate and desire lies a line they are both desperate to cross—where punishment tastes like pleasure, and love is twisted with sin. A raw, heart-pounding tale of forbidden lust, dangerous secrets, and the irresistible pull of the man she was never meant to want. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation.

Carina Sullivan believed in fairy tales…until hers shattered in the most humiliating way possible. She was abandoned by her fiancé just days before their wedding, Carina is left broken, jobless, and drowning in shame. One reckless night with a mysterious stranger was supposed to be her escape. But that man, He disappears like smoke…leaving nothing behind but a memory and a secret growing inside her. Two years after, Carina is barely surviving as a single mother working two jobs. When a powerful billionaire suddenly walks into her life, she realizes he’s the same man from that night…the father of her child. But he doesn’t recognize her. Dante Moretti is ruthless, rich, and dangerously attractive. He’s back in New York to claim revenge on the woman who once cost him everything. What he doesn’t know is that the woman he wants revenge on... isn’t Carina. As their worlds collide in passion, secrets, and betrayal, Carina is pulled into a whirlwind of emotions and lies. Love isn’t just a risk…but it’s a war. And Dante may not be the hero she needs... he might just be her greatest lesson. She gave him one night. He gave her a child. But can she ever trust him with her heart? Heart-wrenching. Fiery. Addictive. This is a story of pain, secrets, and a woman rising from her ruins to find her voice, her power, and maybe... her second chance at love.

Twelve Tales Of Lust: A Dozen Cocks & Cunts - Series, Book 1. “Tell me, who owns this dripping needy p***y?” he growled, driving her wild with his fingers, her legs shaking as the pleasure hit hard “Answer me, Lina!” “You…” she cried ecstatically. “Not good enough.” He grunted, pushing her skirt higher and landing a stinging smack that made her gasp. “Say it like you mean it.” “You… you own every inch of it, Daddy. Please… please don’t stop.” He’s the alpha—dangerous, untouchable, and whispered to be gay because he’s refused to take a Luna. Forced to go undercover as a professor at the prestigious college he owns, he never expected to be consumed by the fiery, irresistible new student who walked into his class. What he doesn’t know is that she’s on a mission—to kill him. To her, he’s the dangerously sexy professor whose touch left her aching for more after their first forbidden encounter. To him, she’s the seductive temptress he can’t get out of his mind—the one with the curves that drive him mad with lust. But as their passion ignites into something uncontrollable, neither realizes the deadly secrets they’re hiding are about to explode. Once their true identities are revealed, will it destroy them both, or fuel an even more dangerous desire?

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.