Bloody Painter X Judge Angels

I watched as a smug smirk formed on the corner of his lips, my heart breaking into a million pieces as my enemy triumphed over my pain. He then stride towards a cloth, using it to wipe his bloody palm, he didn't give me a reply; not yet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of moments, he speaks up. “You would bear my heir” he replies as though it's the most casual thing to say. “And your opinion is irrelevant” ******* Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.

“You Whore! We both know that child isn't mine! Sign the divorce papers now, or I'll beat that thing out of your womb!” My husband roared as I lay dying on the bloody floor. What do you do when the man you loved becomes your worst nightmare? Beating you till you almost lose your unborn twins, then parading your sister as his new wife while you bleed alone? You don’t cry. You don’t beg. You leave and return as his worst nightmare and regret! It's more twisted when the sinfully handsome man who loves you will burn the world at the snap of your finger. And when your ex crawls back, begging. “Take me back, Aria. Your sister tricked me.” You look him in the eye and say. “Get lost, ex-husband. You're in my past now!”

Jasmine, a twenty- five- year old job seeker whose mom passed due to a domestic accident when she was only eleven. At twenty, she drops out of college for job hunting so she could cater for her younger siblings as her father later got stricken with partial blindness. Jason, a hot CEO of a s*x foundation, needs a marriage certificate to take up ownership of his father's modeling agency. Jasmine is suddenly sold out by her stepmother to Jason; a marriage bounded by a contract. After receiving a congratulatory message from the doctor, whispers of betrayal taint their union and pull them apart. Could the rumors about Jason be true? Will she ever forgive him? *** "Congratulations, Mrs. Jasmine. You are pregnant with quadruplets." The doctor said beaming. "I know your husband will not be able to contain his joy." "Huh?" I queried in surprise, my vibrating hands clutching on the paper tightly. "How's that possible? We only had a..." I held back my words, how could I have explained to him how we did it?

When Idrish is accused of killing an elven royalty, the female hunter is forced to join the winter arena in the king's favor. But as a commoner of Springgan, a country with a bloody history of slavery and hierarchy, can she protect the ones she loves...when she can barely protect herself? *** What happens when an elf is in possession of a power that's beyond one's social standing? Idrish Aeric is living at the bottom of Springgan's strict hierarchy, barely able to scrape a living for her younger siblings through hunting and foraging. Her simple life flips when she receives a legacy from a royal elf and she has to run to protect her family. In order to escape death, she's forced to enter the elven royal family through marriage and join the winter arena in the king's favor. But in a world ruled by power and slavery, is Idrish ready to step up her game to change the system--or will she wind up dead before the song of the winter solstice plays?

His tongue was still on her when she realized—she’d left the door unlocked. But it was too late now. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, her back arched off the desk, and his name—a name she was never supposed to moan—was already echoing off the office walls. He was older. Dangerous. Married. And he tasted like every bad decision she swore she'd never make again. “You’re playing with fire,” he growled, lips brushing the heat between her thighs. She smiled through the tremble. “Then burn me.Daddy” And just when she shattered—body, breath, soul— The handle turned. And his wife walked in. Step into a world where passion knows no bounds. This book involves explicit sexual content, BDSM, Reverse Harem, public s*x and more. Whether you crave the sweet ache of new love or the exhilarating sting of forbidden passion, one thing is certain. you'll be needing a therapist after this book. REMEMBER TO ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY

Hi, Your Majesty! Welcome to the world of forbidden lust that always has a tasty, desirable ending. In this book, there are over twenty smexxy stories. They aren't limited to one genre. One moment, you'd be reading a werewolf story, next thing you're reading campus romance or a stepdaddy x stepdaughter romance, and before you know it, you're reading about a perverted demon king and a feisty human warrior? Exciting right? You never know what genre or plot twists, or most importantly, how smutty the next story will be! But one thing is guaranteed, Your Majesty. Mindblowing sex scenes guaranteed to make you wish to swap lives with the characters. You are going to squeeze your thighs together. You are going to want to touch yourself. You are going to cum. Here, forbidden is delicious, the best. Kinks and fetishes? No problem. Intense kisses? Check. Big, fat, veiny dicks that deliver thrusts so intense that you'll lick your lips like no one's business? Guaranteed. So what are you waiting for? Turn to the next page to be blessed with creamy tales 🤤

My husband, Lucas Gabriel, and I were on our way to sell paintings when we got robbed. I used all my strength to fight off the robbers. I wanted to keep Lucas’s hands safe so that he could keep painting. However, he failed to escape. He threw his paintings on the ground and yelled at me, “This is all your fault, Aria! “If I had married Chloe instead of you, I would be the leader of the Lenza Group in Ros Aegeles by now! I wouldn’t be some poor, helpless painter!” Right before the robbers killed me, I finally realized that he never got over his childhood sweetheart, Chloe Lionel. That was why he never wanted to have children with me while we were married. When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to a time before our marriage. This time, we went our separate ways. I cut ties with him and left Ros Angeles to focus on medical research. Seven years later, I returned. Lucas was already the boss of Cosa. He had Chloe in his arms and mocked me. “I know you’ve loved me in both lives, but did you really have to stay single for me?” I ignored him and held my son’s hand. He lost it. His eyes turned red with anger as he demanded, “Whose child is that?! Didn’t you say you would only have my children?!”

Note- this is an omegaverse where men gives birth- A marriage signed in blood. A poisoner in a silk suit. And the lie that could burn an empire to the ground. Santiago Rivera is the cold-blooded Don of Rivera Global. He doesn’t do love, and he certainly doesn't do mercy. But to seize the North Atlantic shipping routes and bury the rival Cruz family forever, he needs a husband. When Eduardo Cruz offers up his most chaotic, scandal-ridden grandson as a blood-sacrifice, Santiago takes the bait. He expects a puppet. He expects a brat. He doesn't expect a man who tastes like danger and looks like a prayer. Lanka Cruz is living a dead man’s life. Forced to wear his cousin’s name and hide his own identity, he’s trapped in a den of wolves. To the world, he’s the "Devil of Coral Gables"—a drug-addled socialite with a trail of bodies in his wake. In reality, he’s a painter caught in a mafia crossfire, forced into a marriage with the one man powerful enough to execute him if the truth ever leaks. The rules were simple: Stay in the penthouse. Play the part. Never let the Rivera Don under your skin. But in the humid heat of Miami, the lines between a merger and a murder begin to blur. Santiago is hungry for the truth, and Lanka is starving for a touch that isn't a threat. As the Rivera family circles like sharks and the ghosts of Lanka’s past come screaming for blood, the only thing more dangerous than the lie is the heat between them.

After seven years of marriage, Marisol Speight's husband, Lucian Muller, is unpredictable and treats her with cold indifference as if she's nothing. She once believed that after marrying Lucian, she would one day win his heart and live a happy, fulfilling life. However, on a snowy anniversary that only she remembers, she finally realizes that Lucian and his family are happy enough without her. She'll never be anything more than an outsider who can't blend in. He hates her for making him break his promise to marry his childhood friend; their son mocks her for falling short in every way when compared to said childhood friend… Marisol is doubly betrayed by her husband and son. They're as intimate with another woman as they never were with her. She laughs self-deprecatingly at the mess that is her life. Then, she loses hope in them and asks for a divorce. She gives up custody of her son and leaves, later becoming a globally renowned fashion designer and genius painter—her work isn't accessible to just about anyone. Unexpectedly, her husband and son refuse to let her go despite her already giving up on them. Her son cries, "You're my mom! You can't hold other children!" Her husband, who has always been cold and indifferent, turns clingy and refuses to agree to the divorce. "You're the one who chose me, so you have to bear the responsibility for life! You want a divorce? Dream on!"

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."