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"You..should reject me, this is wrong," I rasp out between his powerful thrusts, wanting to push him away but my wolf is totally against it, making my body betray me and becoming even more welcoming to him by squirting in abandon. Calhoun's sweaty brow raises in amusement as he hooks my legs around his hard, naked waist, "we were made mates for a reason, I cannot throw that away," "I don't want to hurt my mother, not anymore .." my last word ends up in a quivered moan because he is going at a full speed now, making my eyes travel into the back of my head. No, this is wrong! "You already started hurting her on the night you parted those legs for me," Calhoun voice supress my moans as he pounds hard into my dripping wet honeypot. *** It all started the night I turned twenty-one. I was dared by my friends to hook-up with a total stranger. Tipsy and determined to be a badass, I approached the most powerful man in the club and had hot steamy sex with him in the back seat of his car. The following day, I traveled for my mom's wedding and came to find out that the stranger I hooked up with is to be my stepfather. And as if that isn't enough, we are mates.

The sequel to The Snow Storm tells the story of Owen, the son and brother of the infamous killers at the now well known motel, dubbed the Murder Motel. Owen is just trying to live a normal life, thinking that he has finally managed to put the past behind him, when a new string of disappearances seem to suggest that he is carrying on in his late father's footsteps. But when a copy cat killer goes so far as to frame him for the murders, he needs all the help that he can get to clear his name. That is where journalist Kate Lyston comes in. She believes that he is innocent and works along side of him to prove it. Will they fall in love at the Murder Motel, or will she be it's latest victim?

Trouble has come knocking on the Hatherleigh family door and the one to shield it off is no other person but Elise Hatherleigh. First in line and renowned as a world class fashion icon. Elise is dragged into a world of greater luxury, contempt and betrayal. Carl Blackburn, whose brooding and dark nature sends shivers down her spine both with fear and desire. To anyone, sacrificing Elise as a bride for the Luna Stone was more than appropriate. She was the perfect candidate and hence, the answer to the question on 'who will bell the cat' fell on her shoulders. The fate of Elise now depends on her decision! All Rights Reserved! This entire book or any portion of it thereof.. should, and must not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the Writer/Author. Copyright 2022 THE LUNA STONE

After I get pregnant with my second child, all the pets in my household start viewing me as their biggest enemy. The tabby cat who once loved clinging to me now poops in my nutritious meals every day. The parrot who only knows how to repeat "hello" begins cursing at me to suffer from a miscarriage. "Die, Leanne Foster!" When I feed the goldfish, they protest against my efforts by quitting food entirely. The next day, they are all dead. Even the terrier I've kept with me for ten years lunges at me like a mad bitch the moment she sees the baby clothes in my hands. After I almost suffer from a miscarriage, I plan on giving the pets away. But my daughter, Harper Steele, hugs the terrier and the cat as she pleads to me sadly, "Mommy, please don't give them away!" My husband, Adam Steele, is worried about my unborn baby, but he also doesn't want to hurt Harper's feelings. In the end, he comes up with a compromising solution. "Honey, there's still one month left till your due date. Just endure the pets for a month, okay? I'll lock them up in their crates and make sure that you're safe." Eventually, I agree to that solution after giving it some thought. But unexpectedly, on the day my water breaks, as soon as I dial Adam's number, the pets rush out of their crates simultaneously and begin tearing at my stomach with their claws and fangs. In the end, I close my eyes weakly from the sheer pain. I can never understand why my pets hate the unborn baby in my womb that much. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I find out I'm pregnant with my second child.

Eve Bloom is not the type of woman to open her legs for any man she comes across, but the billionaire Henry Richards was a different treat. After being kicked out from her ex's engagement party, she has a One-night stand with Henry Richards, the Billionaire who has an invincible wife no one has ever seen. Eve Bloom hates cheaters and is determined to reveal to Henry's wife that he's cheating on her—except she actually doesn't exist.

Blurb Smoke. The same scent that long to the bed sheets the night I died, only this time when I opened my eyes the smoke wasn't from fire but from the Alpha's cigar and the reflection in the mirror wasn't mine. Pale skin and golden eyes, a frail Omega trembling under the dim light of the room stared back at me. “Lyra?” A voice snarled. “You still exist?” His hatred sliced through my soul and I winced and touched my stomach. I had died carrying a child once, I won't die again.

“Spread your legs wider. Let me see how wet you are for someone you’re supposed to hate.” One hundred nights. One hundred different men who know exactly how to ruin you. This isn’t romance. This isn’t love. This is the kind of filthy, depraved shit you think about when you’re alone with your hand between your legs and nobody’s watching. Stepbrothers who corner you in the shower. Priests who bend you over the altar. Mafia dons who take what they want and leave you begging for more. The coach who swore he’d never touch you - until he did. Every forbidden scenario you’ve ever fantasized about, raw and unapologetic. No soft touches. No gentle whispers. Just rough hands, dirty words, and the kind of orgasms that leave you shaking. Fair warning: This collection doesn’t hold back. Choking. Spanking. Public degradation. Forced orgasms. Breeding kinks. If you need your erotica sweet and romantic, this isn’t it. But if you want to be fucked six ways from Sunday by men who don’t ask permission - they take it… Pick a night. Any night. You won’t be the same when it’s over.

“Spread your legs for me, Lily. I want to see your heat. I want to touch every inch of you until you are nothing but spent.” My legs parted before my head could even process it, pussy dripping wet from hearing him speak that way to me. Being the Alpha’s good girl is all I have ever wanted, and now I was going to prove to him, just how well I could take his cock and be his good girl at once. * After my parent died, I was lucky to be taken and sheltered by the Alpha. Living with the Alpha, my job was to be a good girl and listen to the Alpha’s instructions and I didn’t have much objection—only that I wanted to be the good girl who took his cock, and the one who knelt for his filthiest, most sinful commands. I have spent the last four years desiring a man who should be just my Alpha. And he? He had spent four years drowning in denial. But not anymore. It all started on the night of the heat. Rough hands, hard moans, dirty words. Now, All I do is take Daddy’s cock while being his good girl. Note: This book contains high sexual elements. It is not for readers younger than 21.

After my sister's appendectomy left her without both kidneys, I took a scalpel and held an entire hospital hostage. I locked twelve doctors and three patients in the morgue, announcing to the world they'd all been infected with HIV. With only three hours until the treatment window closed, the doctors, trembling and begging, swore that they knew nothing. I started a live stream, flashing a blood-stained scalpel. "You have three hours to find my sister's kidneys." I didn't care if they were already inside someone else.

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”