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She was just a girl trying to survive school. He was a man built from secrets, scars, and power. At eighteen, Aera Summer Santiago never expected to be married—especially not to Hans Calix Devraux, the billionaire with a reputation for control and cruelty. Driven by power and obsession, Calix would do anything to possess her—whether through force… or persuading. Forced into his world, trapped in his mansion. She’ll learn that love with Calix isn’t soft. It’s sharp. Brutal. Addictive. And once he’s claimed her— he’ll never let her go. .... DISCLAIMER This story is intended for audiences 18 years old and above. It is entirely fictional, created purely from imagination. Names, places, events, and characters are not based on real people or incidents. This genre contains dark romance, obsession, and possessiveness, with themes of violence and emotional tension. If you are uncomfortable with stories involving such content, this narrative may not be suitable for you. Read at your own risk.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

Lily Williams and Rose Williams, the twins who are never afraid to speak their minds, always seeking something adventurous. Their wish finally comes true when an old enemy of their father returns but so does the dangers and threats of being born in a mafia family. They have always been prepared for situations like such and are ready to enjoy this rollercoaster ride, but what they were not ready for, were the two handsome men who have taken a sudden interest in them. Not to forget they just happen to bear the names that sends shivers and fear down everyone's body. Vincenzo De Connor and Dante De Connor. One is a gang leader and the other is an assassin . Together they are the best partners in crime ever known to the world. So what happens when the two unite again? What happens when both have set their goals on getting something they want? More like someone. Bullets are fired, secrets are unraveled, fear is established, pain is felt, but most importantly..... Love is discovered.

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.

Christiana Haven attends the Moon Calling of her pack’s future Alpha with curiosity and a gossipy hope of witnessing destiny unfold—for someone else. She expects to leave knowing the name of the next Luna. Instead, fate names her. Before the Moon Goddess, the shaman, and the entire Celestial Moon pack, Christy’s wolf hears the Moon's call and claims Alpha Alec as her mate. Tradition demands he answer in return. He doesn’t. Alec’s public rejection brands Christy as delusional, turning her life in the pack into a quiet ritual of humiliation. Choosing survival over shame, she leaves and finds peace in the human town of Oslow, where love comes not from fate, but from choice, in the form of Rowan Hale. But mate bonds do not forgive defiance. When Alec’s bond awakens at last, fierce and incomplete, it drags him back into Christy’s life, demanding resolution. Only this time, the choice is hers.

"Sir, the divorce agreement from the safe." On their fifth wedding anniversary, in a dimly-lit restaurant, Xavier Hampton's secretary placed the divorce papers in front of him. Five years ago, on the day Elizabeth Eaton and he registered their marriage— She had loved him deeply. So deeply that she had prepared the divorce agreement in advance, signed her name, and locked it away in the safe. If she ever betrayed him, all he had to do was sign. Xavier picked up the pen and swiftly signed his name. Across from him, the empty seat seemed heavier than any presence. His gaze dimmed. "Send the divorce papers to Attorney Harvey," he said, his voice calm, almost detached. "Then book a hotel and have the wedding venue set up in advance." The secretary hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, "Whose names should I write as the bride and groom?" "Elizabeth Eaton and Connor Walker."

Marcus Adrian Lee. Adrian. Just saying your name makes my heart race so fast that I could barely breathe. I never wanted to fall for you...but I did. It was a cliché really, but I just couldn't help myself. I'm not sure if was your subtle charm or that certain sadness in your voice that drew me to you but all I know is that you're a habit that I could never kick. Will you ever see me the way that I saw you? Will I ever have the courage to finally admit my unrequited feelings? And will the day ever come when I'll finally be able to hear the words, "Madison Rain Rivera, I am in love with you, too."? Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Omega, in about an hour, you’ll feel warm, dizzy, and overcome with hormones in your body.” I paled. “What happens after it takes effect?” “Then an alpha in the surrounding area will react to your scent.” After an hour, the nurse popped her head in. She had a strange look in her eyes and I didn’t like it. “So he is out there?” The nurse’s smile fell, “No, not one.” My eyes widened. “two?” “No, you have four mates.” I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible!” She sighed and opened her phone. “Your mates are as follows; Colby Mcgrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, and Jade Johnson.” When she said the first name I started to feel faint but then the nurse kept rattling off all the names of my tormenters for years. How could I be tied to all of my brother’s friends? My panties got wet, I refused to accept that this was a hormonal reaction.

I dislike vampires because they killed my parents. I called them with different kinds of names… monster, scoundrel, devil and creatures that deserved to be in hell. Nevertheless, I didn’t foresaw myself falling for a vampire- a creature’s ancestor who was the reason behind my loved one’s death. "Listen to me, woman," he muttered in terror. "You should stand now and clean my room to pay for your debt and as a sign of respect to your master. Now that you're in my possession, all you need to do is follow what I say, never oppose me, and refrain from digging or talking back until I say so. Did your tiny, little brain get it?" I told myself I’d kill him, but those dreams I awaited to execute began slipping off my mind as the anger I had to their origin turned to a poisonous love which shouldn’t have existed. All of these started the moment he uttered the words, “Mine…”