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"You're going to take it, aren't you, little lamb?" Dominic's voice is low, teasing, dark. A hand grips my throat, just enough to make me gasp, make my pulse hammer beneath his fingertips. I whimper as Dominic's fingers slide between my thighs, teasing, parting, finding me already soaked. "Fuck," he groans, rubbing slow, torturous circles over my clit. "She's dripping. You feel that, Ash?" My body trembles, caught between pleasure so intense it borders on pain. "Cum for us, little lamb," Dominic commands. **** Caught between two brothers... One my best friend, the other my deepest desire. Dominic was everything I dreamed of-hot, charming, and completely unattainable. Especially with a girl like Cassie already by his side. Then there was Ashton-my childhood best friend, my safe haven, the one who had always been there. But one reckless dare changed everything. The night I was dared to kiss the Alpha, marks the beginning of my ruin. And just when I thought things couldn't get more complicated, Ashton confessed his feelings for me. Now, I'm trapped between two brothers-one who's always been my heart, and one who might just break it. How do you choose between love and desire when both could destroy you?

When a billionaire Victor Huxley sets his eyes on Olivia Hayes, a young artist, it’s not just her beauty that captivates him, but an undefined desire that borders on obsession. Victor is a man used to get what he wants, and from the moment he first sees Olivia, he knows she must be his, at any cost. Olivia, on the other hand, is determined to make it on her own terms, and the last thing she wants is to be tied down to a man like Victor who is ruthless, domineering, and possessive. But when Victor uses his power to force her into a contractual marriage, Olivia finds herself trapped in a world of wealth and darkness, where escape seems impossible. As Victor's dark desires unravel, Olivia becomes both a captive and his obsession. She fights for her independence, while Victor struggles with his own conflicting feelings—torn between his dark need to possess her and a growing sense of genuine love. What starts as hate evolves into a twisted form of love as Olivia slowly begins to see cracks in Victor's cold demeanor. But as their relationship grows more complicated, dangerous forces and hidden pasts threaten to tear both of them apart. Will Victor be able to let go of his control, or will his obsession consume them both? And can Olivia ever forgive the man who stole her freedom, even as he becomes the only person who can truly save her? What will happen?

When my sister, Amelia, and I are waiting to be adopted at the orphanage, a man and a woman come to visit. Ambitious as ever, Amelia instantly sets her sights on the elegantly dressed woman named Charlotte Evans, while I end up being chosen by the man in plain, unremarkable clothes. But to my surprise, the man turns out to be a discreet billionaire. After adopting me, he publicly announces my identity for everyone to see. Meanwhile, Amelia is taken in by Charlotte, who's so harsh it borders on cruel. She constantly scolds and punishes her. Moreover, Amelia is bullied at school and even gets doused in dirty water by her classmates. While she stands there trembling and humiliated, I walk away with friends crowding around me. Consumed by jealousy and resentment, Amelia waits for the perfect moment and pushes me off a tall building when I least expect it. The next time I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day we are supposed to be adopted. I watch as Amelia chooses the man without the slightest hesitation. It's obvious she's come back to this day, just like I have. On the day we part ways, Amelia gives me a knowing smile. "From now on, I'm going to live the high life. If you ever go hungry, maybe I'll spare you a bite or two." Outwardly, I look angry, but inside I am over the moon. In this life, Amelia can enjoy her luxurious life, even if it means living comfortably in a gilded cage.

There were five things I was absolutely certain I wouldn't miss even if I became blind: -The first one was the fact that I was a slave and my life would never go back to the way it was. -The Second one was the Duke who bought me was a dragon hiding his identity for a reason I didn't know. Weren't dragons supposed to be powerful and all? Using his race might give him a huge advantage in politics. -The third one I was certain the Duke was hungry for me and I started to love him. Furthermore, he was cursed and the cursed ones didn't live for more than a year. Conquering him was a lost cause; a battle with less than 50% of success. However… Was it really necessary to label numbers on everything that was happening? -The Fourth one: Was it really necessary for Dotoria, the human land, to curse the other races existing within its borders? I wasn't confident about the statement. Nonetheless, everyone was looking for a wish granter gem. The nine kingdoms collided eying the gemstone like a prize for dominion. -The Fifth one had the magic of belief in it; Do you work on your dream or stay back hiding behind a smoke of mist fearing failure? I wanted to escape but I gradually lost interest in it. The world was a mystery in my eyes and I was taught to never engage in a battle with less than 50% of success. Do I even have a dream because the only thing I wished for was the reason I was a slave. People were driven by dreams and goals and I didn't have one yet.

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.

Aria Moonclaw was the cherished daughter of Alpha Mason Moonclaw, leader of the Silverfang Pack. After losing his beloved mate, Mason poured every drop of love and hope into Aria, training her to become something their pack had never known a female Alpha. The elders scoffed, the traditions forbade it, but Mason’s faith never wavered. Aria would prove them all wrong. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday the night before her awakening , Aria longed for one final taste of freedom. Slipping beyond the pack’s borders, she chased a white rabbit into the forest, unaware that fate was luring her into darkness. Beneath the silver light of the moon she once adored, her life shattered. A stranger emerged from the shadows powerful, ruthless, inhuman and in moments, her world was torn apart. Broken but alive, Aria stumbled back under the cruel gaze of the moon, her body bruised, her spirit splintered, and a mysterious crest glowing faintly on her wrist, a mark bound to destiny itself. What she thought was a human attack hides a deeper, older truth her assailant was no mortal, but a creature of royal blood. Soon after, Aria’s reality unravels again when the man she calls father reveals a devastating secret she is not his blood, nor the child of Silverfang by birth. Now, with betrayal in her veins and a mark she doesn’t understand, Aria must rise above pain, prejudice, and prophecy. For the Moon Goddess has chosen her not just to lead, but to face the darkness that claimed her… and to uncover who she truly is.

Mikkel Solar has been living his life as a drifting shadow at the borders of his pack for the past 11 years. His only companions being his parents. His 'condition' has rendered him an outcast of society, a being they see as a curse. Upon reaching the age of maturity, the supernaturals of Europe are deemed worthy of entering the land of Rhodes, a place that refines the finest warriors, witches, healers and leaders. Aged 22, Mikkel finally finds himself the opportunity to escape to the land of neutrality where legally he was free to abide in without the threat of being harmed. However, will he pass the entrance exam and will the Land of Rhodes find him worthy of enrollment? Meghaal Singhe a studious human who just wants to get her degree has been housing at the Cosmic moon pack for the last month. Mikkel finds in her the friend he never had. The friend he always wanted and needed. The Two best friends fight their way past figures of Authority and superstitious stigma that stand against them as they force their ways past the gates of Rhodes. But what they do not know is that a storm is brewing. A storm that links the two of them to everyone and everything that plays a part. Betrayal, negligence, broken hearts and newfound love are the cups of tea they're in for. This story does not only focus on Mikkel and Meghaal. It just starts out with them. There will be 3 other protagonists who will have their very own story within it. Each one of them will have a problem of their own, and each one of them will be connected to one other. T/W This story contains mxm, mxg, gxg, mxmxm, depression, suicide, mental health, and rape.

Four years ago, my twin and I planned to run away from the pack together. She never showed up, so I took off alone. Since then, I often venture near the borders to check if I would see her, but I've had no luck. Just when I decide to disappear and never go near the pack again, I meet my mate. He's none other, but Alpha Jett, the new leader of the Night Storm. The same pack that I escaped from. I'm not under any illusion that he could make me Luna of the pack he snatched out of the hands of my monster of a father. Not even when he willingly reunites me with my twin. But when I attempted to reject him to be free from the bond, I did not expect to get labeled defiant and be thrown in prison. Then, his Luna-to-be tries to kill me. Now, the full moon has passed, which means waiting another twenty-eight days for Alpha Jett to release me from the mate bond. I refuse to wait in prison and be tormented by the scent of my fated mate on the she-wolf who tried to kill me. So I plan another escape. With help from those whom I believe are on my side, I gain my freedom again. When the time comes for us to break the bond, Alpha Jett will surely find me. He always does. But one of us will die before I let him take me captive again to his accursed pack!

She’s a princess. She’s a weapon. She’s the illegitimate daughter no one was supposed to need. For millenia, peace between supernatural kingdoms has been maintained by a brutal tradition: the Bride Swap. An elven princess for a foreign king. Ten years of marriage to buy one hundred and ninety years of fragile silence. This year, the elves must give a bride to the werewolves. Princess Alicia Sunblade was never meant to be the chosen one. Wild, sharp-tongued, and dangerously gifted by both the goddess of war and the goddess of love, she lives in quiet exile from a father who rules with manipulation and fear. But when her king threatens the one person she loves most, Alicia is forced into an arranged marriage with Alpha Rocco Silvermane — the powerful, feared King of Wolfsreach. Elves and werewolves are natural enemies. Their borders bleed tension. Their histories drip with blood. Rocco is everything Alicia was raised to despise: dominant, ruthless, physically overwhelming — and politically untouchable. Yet he has his own kingdom to protect, his own factions to appease, and his own reasons for accepting the swap. Two rulers. Two unwilling sacrifices. One treaty balanced on a knife’s edge. But Alicia isn’t a lamb being led to slaughter. She is a strategist. A seductress blessed by divine persuasion. A warrior hiding behind silk and ceremony. If her father thinks he’s sending her away to be controlled, he may have just delivered his greatest weapon straight into enemy hands. Because if Alicia is going to be traded… She won’t just survive the wolves. She might just make their king kneel.

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---