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The soft lapel gently slid off the shoulder, deftly showing off the heavenly charm. Her beautiful little feet are decorated with extremely delicate jewelry, that foot of hers is placed in a pair of hands. When she took her crown off, it fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before finally coming to a halt. She finally opened her eyes, her gaze resting on the man who knelt in front of her. "Are you still as in love with me as you were when we first met?" The concubine who was receiving the emperor's favor suddenly questioned her knight. The other knight looked up at the concubine, his beautiful red eyes containing only her image. He bowed his head, planted a respectful kiss on the concubine's feet, and answered the question seriously. "I love you, with all the love I possess. No one in this world will love you more than me." The concubine's red lips curved into a beautiful curve. The knight's answer made her feel very comfortable. She wrapped her arms around the knight's neck, replying sweetly. "I love you too with all my heart beating in my chest." Together, the two of them. The image of the two lovers was visible under the silver moonlight of a cool summer night. She is the most favored concubine of the vampire king. He was the knight closest to her. The construction of a secret plan is underway. It won't be long before the days of tranquility are gone, and this place will be overrun by chaos and suffering.

"I want you to feel every sensation I give you tonight. Every touch. Every shiver. Everything." His lips traced a path of fire from the plane of her stomach to the hollow of her throat, finally claiming her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue sought hers, a slow, deliberate invasion. And then, he introduced the cold. A sharp, shocking block of ice met her parted lips. He held it there with his own mouth, the searing heat of his kiss a stark contrast to the biting frost. The cold stole her breath, a small, exquisite pain, but under the relentless warmth of him, the ice began to yield. Meltwater, cool and clean, trickled between their joined lips as he kissed his way down the slope of her shoulder, his face finally finding refuge in the tender curve of her neck. A helpless, shuddering moan broke from her. "Yes, ma reine," he murmured against her pulse, the endearment a dark caress. "Let me hear you." --- Driven by a fierce desire to wound the Alpha who bound her in a loveless, forced marriage, Magdalena sought solace and revenge in the arms of another. She never imagined the captivating stranger in the dark was her husband himself, concealed by a potent glamour and his own ruthless cunning. But what happens when the mask slips? When the thrilling, secret lover she surrendered to is revealed as the very man she vowed to despise? Can she flee from the web of his deception, or has her treacherous heart already made its choice, binding her to the one who is both her tormentor and her destiny? H

After getting raped by her uncle at the age of 10, pearl Wilson's life never remained the same. She had to live with the stigma even after her uncle Richard was sent to jail. No one knows about the case except her family and her three friends, but despite that fact, she felt eyes on herself everywhere she went. Pearl grew a deep-seated hatred for the male gender afterwards, even her own dad. She's rebellious and obstinate. As she grew, her hatred grew with her, up until college. Everyone in Legacy college knows Pearl the male hater who throws shit on the faces of every boy she meets. Pearl's male hatred met an unexpected hitch when she had an encounter with the silent one, her department's quiet boy... Ronnie Banks. Ronnie is known for his greek-god-ish calm exterior and cool personality. He only talks when necessary, but what Pearl is unaware of is that he has had eyes on her since her first year in the school. He has been watching her from a distance, and now, she willingly walked into his lair. She's caught! What happens next? When the two opposites clash... When secrets huge enough to break several hearts started coming out like. when bloodshed and unexpected events hit the ground. Are you already feeling the heat of the dramas? Damn! You don't wanna miss out on this Dark College Romance, do you? Don't you dare!

​"I hate that I want you." ​Those are the words Alpha Kaelen whispers against my skin when the fever takes him. ​To the world, I am just Elara, the disappointment, the maid, the shadow of his perfect Luna. To him, I am a temptation he cannot explain and a sin he cannot confess. ​He married my twin sister. He marked my twin sister. But his wolf knows the truth. ​Now, a mysterious "wasting sickness" is killing him, and his wife's touch only makes it worse. I am the only one who can bring him back from the edge. ​Every night, I am forced to enter his bedroom. Every night, I have to touch him to keep his heart beating. ​It starts with a cool cloth on his fevered brow. It ends with his heavy body pinning mine against the door, his hands rough and desperate, his nose buried in the curve of my neck. ​He thinks he’s hallucinating. He thinks I’m a test. "Why?" he growls, his hips grinding against mine with a hunger that terrifies me. "Why does my body scream for you when my mind chose her?" ​I am his shameful secret. His midnight addiction. He thinks he can use me to survive and then return to his wife in the morning. ​But the heat is rising. The bond is snapping. And soon, the Alpha won't just want to touch me. He’ll want to devour me.

"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now." I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior. "One night," I told myself, "just one night." But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did. By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut. The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city. And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?

I was vacationing in St. Moritz, Switzerland with my mother when Vivian from the Valenti family office sent me a photo. The woman in it lay on the cold marble floor of the estate, her coat stripped away, her body covered in blood. No one stood near her, as if she had already been set aside like a problem to be dealt with. It was hard to tell if she was still breathing. A voice message followed, her tone sharp and controlled. “Elena, don’t assume that marrying the Don and being called Donna means your small-town family can step onto Valenti property.” “The lakeside estate Mr. Valenti just acquired is a family asset. Letting someone like your mother stay there breaks rules.” “I act on the Don’s behalf. It is my responsibility to remove people who should not be there.” “This is what happens when someone crosses a line.” I went still. Then I looked up at my mother sitting across from me. She held her tea, calm as ever. I lowered my eyes and enlarged the photo. The moment I saw the woman’s face, my chest tightened. It was not my mother. It was Luca’s. I called Vivian immediately. “Have you lost your mind? That’s Luca’s mother.” She gave a light laugh, her tone cool and distant. “Mr. Valenti has always been clear. Your mother is yours. His mother is his.” “The Valenti family does not take in outsiders.” “You may be Donna, but that does not mean your family steps inside with you.”

Hope is a seventeen year old Omega. And for as long as she can remember, she has been moving from one pack to another with her widowed mother. Hope is a loner and all she longs for is to be accepted, to have friends and not be bullied. But coming to Crescent Manes, she meets her greatest nightmare in the form of Blake Parker, soon to be the Alpha of Crescent Manes. But Blake the tormentor carries a scar, a burden that no one knows. He holds a dark secret, one if unleashed might just spell doom to the entire race of wolves. ***** "Say it, Hope," he says, his voice dangerously low as he traps me against the cool tiled wall. A shiver runs down my spine and I have to close my eyes. His voice is pulling me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asks. "No." I try to slip away but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. He presses his hard body against mine and I stifle a gasp, aware of every inch of him that is touching me. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet." He slides his hand up my skirt even as his lips trail from my neck to my collar bone. And lower. I can feel my resolve weakening as his hand reaches its destination. "Say it," he orders. I moan, dipping my head back. I want to say it, I really do. But I know that if I give in and say the words, there will be no going back.

"Hell Gabby I'm such a douche." "I know." "I'm sorry." What defenses did she think of again? Were they even up in the first place? The dull pounding in her heart had better be the early stages of a heart attack. She moved then. Not to him, but away from the door. Seeing him in the flesh like something molded from her deepest desires and darkest fantasies, wearing a tapered black suit that practically worshipped his tall frame, an unbuttoned shirt that brought awareness to his hard chest and broad shoulders making her wonder how many buttons she had to open to see him in all his glory, she'd seen enough of him to compel her to not think. She was a healthy woman after all. Gabrielle Lot or Gabby as she loved to be called was one of the leading names in the Fashion industry, but she didn't do it in just one day she had to work and fight for it. Even if it meant disappointing her parent. Everything was going on well for her, with the success of her business waxing stronger and her name getting acknowledgment from different spheres of the fashion and business world. It changed when she met the one who broke her heart, Tan. Would she risk her heart being broken again or would she forget about the business proposition brought to her by Tan.

Irina Volkov has three most important rules: no emotions, no real names, and never meet in person. For two years she has survived on those rules alone — running romance scams on wealthy men, funneling every stolen dollar toward the crushing debt her abusive stepfather signed in her name before she escaped. She is not greedy. She is desperate. And she is very, very good. Until she targets Nikolai Dragunov. What Irina doesn't know is that Nikolai has known about her from the beginning. He created the perfect bait — a lonely businessman with money to burn — and waited for her to find him. Because in a world Nikolai controls down to the last detail, Irina Volkov is the only unpredictable thing left. He wanted to see how far she would go. Now the game is over. The con is exposed. And Nikolai isn't asking for his money back. He's keeping her. Trapped in his penthouse with nowhere to run and a Bratva boss who looks at her like she's both a puzzle and a prize, Irina has to survive the most dangerous mark she's ever made — and somehow stop herself from falling for him in the process. She's a liar. He's a monster. And neither of them expected to fall. "You took my money, Malyshka. Now you belong to me."

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"