Closed Species

[Warning: mature contents, 18+]"What else can I do for you?" Caira asked as she helped her boss lay on the bed"Help me up, I'll like to use the bathroom first" Mikel said. Caira walked him to the bathroom and was about turning back to leave when she felt him drag her back and pushed her against the bathroom wall, he placed his right hand high above her head and used left hand to grab her waist. He then placed his lips on her lips. caira's eyes widened in shock when she felt his lips on hers. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed every taste of his lips, but this got interrupted when she felt his hands beneath her thighs"Sir!... please stop" she stuttered as his touch brought cold shivers down her spine"I want you Zoey, I want you right now....What happens when a teenage girl from a poor home decides to work for her celebrity crush whom is nothing but a handsome Playboy with a heart of ice? What happens when the naive teenage girl gets pregnant for her Playboy who only wanted her as a sex toy and not a wife?

"Marriage was never meant to be a love story. It was simply a transaction. But the heart doesn’t follow the rules." Eliza Foster thought she had no choice. With a sick mother and debts swallowing her family whole, she sees a marriage to Maximilian Grey, a ruthless billionaire, as the only way to survive. Cold, calculating, and emotionally closed off, Maximilian has no use for love. To him, Eliza is nothing more than a pawn in his high-stakes game, a tool to further his empire. But as they begin to live under the same roof, something unexpected stirs between them. Eliza, initially weak and defeated, slowly uncovers a hidden strength that even Maximilian can’t ignore. He begins to see more in her than the fragile woman he thought she was—her tenderness, resilience, and the quiet love she offers without expecting anything in return. As Eliza begins to understand the layers of pain Maximilian hides beneath his cold exterior, questioning everything. Can she continue loving a man who may never return her feelings? Or will Maximilian’s painful past shatter what they are beginning to build? Their marriage was never meant to be about love—but sometimes, the heart has a way of rewriting the rules. Will Maximilian allow himself to love, or will his dark past destroy their chance at happiness? Read now to discover whether love will win or if Eliza’s heart will be left broken.

Immediately we walked into the pack house, he pulled me by the arm. "Welcome to hell, Darling." I tried to pull away from him, giving him a piece of my mind now that he had no leverage over my head. "Firstly, stop with the pet name-calling. It doesn't go well with your image." He pulled me closer, we were breathing the same air now as he held my eyes in his icy orbs. "My image? And what just might that be?" I responded with a shaky breath. "You know, arrogant, mean, insufferable." He took a deep breath, his head touching mine."Is that all?" His hand wound around the small of my back. His actions sent a pool of wetness between my legs. I knew he could sense my arousal, anyone for miles could. It was turning into an ocean as he pushed me into him. "Rude, ruthless, evil?" I stated breathlessly, nearly giving in to my desire. "Rude? I've been nothing but polite since we met." His lips were inches from mine. My eyes closed subconsciously as I waited for his lips to meet mine. …….. One curse, two mates, and the end of the world

⚠️⚠️ Not for readers under 18!!! Mature Content ⚠️⚠️ One Night. No names. No rules. Still raw from an eight-year relationship that ended in betrayal, Aria gives in to a dominant stranger to take her apart in a hotel room, hard, rough, and unforgettable. She gives him her body, her sounds, her shame… and walks away believing it’s over. It isn’t. Because the man who fucked her senseless the night before is her married, untouchable, and very much her strict professor. They swear to erase what happened. To keep their distance. To be professional. But lust doesn’t disappear just because it’s forbidden. Assigned as his teaching assistant, Aria finds herself trapped between her future and her hunger. Every stolen glance feels like a sin. Every closed door is a risk. Every touch could cost her scholarship and his entire career. As the affair deepens into obsession, Aria must decide how much of herself she’s willing to lose for a man who can never fully be hers... while Jason risks destroying the carefully crafted life he built for the one woman who makes him forget all the rules. Because this isn’t love. It’s control. It’s craving. It’s a secret that wants to be exposed. And once you taste something this dark... walking away is the hardest part.

A Deal made in Business. A Marriage destroyed by Betrayal. A woman reborn for Revenge. Olivia Monroe Castillo married billionaire Ethan Henderson for one reason: a business deal that would benefit them both. No love. No promises. Just power. But while Ethan climbed the corporate ladder and smiled for the cameras, Olivia was forgotten ignored, unloved, and quietly suffering behind closed doors. When she finally walked away, no one noticed. Not even him. Six years later, she’s back. Only now, she’s not the naive woman he once overlooked. She’s rich, powerful, and dangerous in heels. And she wants what’s hers. The world believes Ethan is married to someone else Jessica, the woman who stole Olivia’s name, image, and title. But the law still knows the truth: Olivia is the real wife. She doesn’t want love. She wants justice. And she’s about to use the very contract Ethan once used to control her to ruin him. But what Ethan doesn’t know? She left with a broken heart and a deeper secret he was too blind to see. Now, she’s not just taking her place back. She’s taking everything and Olivia is about to show them all you never betray the first wife.

After fifteen years of marriage, my wife, Tiffany Yarwood, who insisted on being child-free, wanted to become pregnant with her childhood friend’s baby. “Taylor’s grandmother is dying. Her only remaining wish was for him to have an offspring. I have to help him with this!” Unable to accept this, I went to my parents-in-law to reason with them. But they snubbed me with gentle yet cutting words. “Tiff’s womb belongs to her. She has the right to decide whose child to bear. “Don’t you love her enough to give your life to her? If you can’t even tolerate such a small matter, how can you protect her for a lifetime?” Tormented by grief, I had no choice but to compromise with teary eyes. “Fine! I agree to let you have a test-tube baby for him. But after giving birth to the baby, you can’t have any further involvement with them.” Tiffany, relying on my love for her, confidently refused. “Not a test-tube baby! Taylor’s grandma is traditional. She’ll only accept babies born naturally. “Besides, I will be taking care of the child after giving birth. I can’t let the baby grow up without a mother!” I closed my eyes and exhaled. “If that’s the case, let’s divorce. You can live with him as a family of three.”

His mouth found my throat, tongue tracing a hot path down to my pulse. When he closed his lips over my chest, swirling his tongue in slow, torturous circles, pleasure speared through me so sharply I cried out. My body arched into him, craving more, but my mind whispered: You’re giving him everything. There’ll be no hiding after this. ********* I was divorced for another woman. Three years of marriage erased with one signature...because my husband chose his mistress. I thought losing him was the worst betrayal. Then I met his boss. He is hot, powerful and dangerous in a way that makes my pulse race. A billionaire who looks at me like I was never disposable… only claimed too late. He shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t want him. But every glance lingers. Every touch is a warning. And every secret pulls us closer to ruin. My ex-husband regrets losing me. His mistress fears me. And the man I’m falling for is the one I was never meant to touch. My ex husband thought divorcing me would break me. He was wrong. Now the regret belongs to him. ****Trigger warning*Smut* Smut*Smut

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

A sacrificial mate. An exiled predator. A bond forged in silver and secrets. Brooke Lawson is the "useless" daughter of the Lawson Pack—a silent survivor in a den of monsters. When her father strikes a desperate deal to save their borders, Brooke is the currency. She is forced into a sacred, irreversible mating bond with the man the world calls a failure: Logan Pierce. Stripped of his title and branded a rogue, Logan is a man of shadows and scars. He is the beast whispered about in ghost stories—cold, volatile, and dangerously powerful. To the Lawson family, he’s a disgrace. To Brooke, he’s a mystery she was never meant to solve. But the "loser" she was forced to marry is a lie. Behind the closed doors of their neutral-ground apartment, the submissive scout vanishes. In his place stands a man with the gaze of a king and the hunger of a wolf who has finally found his prize. Logan isn't just a rogue; he is the secret Sovereign of the lawless territories, and Brooke is the only weakness he’s ever allowed himself to have. As the Lawson Pack prepares to humiliate them at the Great Lunar Gala, they have no idea that the man they mocked owns the very ground they walk on. Brooke was sold to a monster, but she’s about to realize that the most dangerous thing about Logan Pierce isn't his claws—it’s the way he looks at her like she’s his entire world.