Crimson Threads

Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit adult content, hardcore taboo, possessive dynamics, age gap, themes of obsession, control, and heat-driven mating. The “brothers” in this story are not biologically related. ~ Kyle, Hayden, and their hot stepfather, the Alpha of Crimson Pack who married their mother, share a house that was never meant to feel like home. Their stepfather stopped pretending the moment he caught the scent of Kyle’s pheromones. His touches lingered. His stares burned. And then he told them exactly what he wanted: both of them, together, under him. They should have said no. They didn’t. Now Alpha Daddy has them exactly where he wants them: in his room, in his bed, on their knees. And they’re not just letting him take them. They’re begging for it.

Seraphina Ashford never knew her family carried a blood debt—until the night before her twentieth birthday, when she's sold to Crimson Hollow Academy to pay for sins three centuries old. Trapped in a Gothic vampire academy shrouded in eternal twilight, Sera discovers she possesses a rare and deadly gift: Truthsight, the ability to see lies, curses, and death itself. While others see an elite school training vampire nobility, Sera sees something far more sinister—a black rot spreading through the academy, slowly killing everyone inside. She's soon caught between two impossible men: Caspian Noctis, the beautiful, calculating vampire prince who bought her debt and is hiding devastating secrets, and Raven Thorne, the warm but dangerous dhampir who's been protecting her family for longer than she knows. Both want to save her.

As a hopeless romantic and a trusting fool, I never saw it coming. The man who once swore he loved me to the bone ended up in bed with the very girl I had been supporting—a poor, sickly girl who played the part well. He didn’t stop there. He convinced me to donate my kidney to save her, knowing full well it meant losing our unborn child. Together, they wove a twisted plan to rob my family of everything, drowning us in insurmountable debt. In the end, my mother and I had nowhere to turn but the rooftop. The last thing I saw before jumping was a flood of crimson, and the agony that consumed me was unforgettable. Yet, when I opened my eyes again, I was back—ten minutes before I made the fateful decision to help that girl. This time, things will be different.

The company manager, Elton Baldwin, wants to promote my best friend, Lacey Donnovan, at work. In my past life, I, Giselle Ashford, told Lacey not to accept his offer. But after she realized that someone else got promoted in her place and even doubled her salary overnight, Lacey got extremely jealous. She conspired with her boyfriend, Xavier Pugh, to push me off the top of a building, cursing at me and saying, "You jealous bitch! You've always hated seeing me do well, and now you cost me such a good opportunity!" When I open my eyes again, I realize that my world is no longer a shattered one with crimson blood in my eyes. Instead, Lacey's inquisitive face appears before me. She asks, "What do you think, Giselle? Do you think I should grab this opportunity?"

“I want you, Your body. Your mind. Your obedience. I want everything to belong to me for a year.” Lia Morgan is barely holding her life together until her brother steals from the wrong man. Kade Valen isn’t just a billionaire CEO, he’s the cold and ruthless head of the Crimson Circle, a secret crime empire that buries its enemies without a trace. And now, he owns her brother’s fate. To save him, Lia is forced to sign a contract that sells her body…and freedom to Kade for one year, but what she doesn’t expect is that the man behind the cold, brutal mask would become Possessive. Seductive. Addictive. As desires twist into obsession, Lia is caught between hating and craving him…but she soon learns that in Kade Valen’s world, Love is the deadliest game of all.

Rhian Monteclara, a fun-loving and fiercely ambitious 25-year-old, is the face behind Glam Perfume—the brand that brought “One scent, one story” to life. Rhian only wanted to forget a heartbreak—but one drunken night leads to a pinky promise with a dangerously charming stranger in a crimson suit. She wakes up in his bed, wearing a nightdress she doesn’t recognize… and a promise she might’ve made to marry him. The catch? He’s not just any man—he’s Damon Damien Alejandro, a powerful mafia boss with secrets as lethal as his smile. And now, she might be his… whether she remembers it or not. But what if their meeting wasn’t random? What if he’s been watching her all along? And what happens when a bubbly dreamer finds herself in the deadly world of crime, secrets... and a husband who may be her greatest danger—or her only salvation?

"Fuck!" "Don't hold back, Annatoria." He kissed my back. "Cum for me. Lose this bet for me." ~~~ "I have to break you, little human spy. I will humiliate this rubbish pride in your eyes." ~~~ Agent Annatoria has a new mission: to locate the immortal Lycan King of the Wolves, who has tortured humans for years. She finds the Lycan... but loses a piece of herself. When she dramatically returns to the human realm, branded by a strange mark, the shadows of the werewolf world cling to her memory, leaving gaps often shrouded in terrifying nightmares. But the gaps in her memory could be the threads the wicked Lycan King uses to weave his grand and terrifying intention, making her a puppet in a game she doesn't even remember playing. Because, when she crosses paths with Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, her entire body and soul feel an undeniable, primal pull towards the man whose possessive gaze and terrifying familiarity she can't resist. Soon, the chilling truth dawns: the hunt never stopped. She has, inescapably, become the hunted. (Warning!: Don't read if you lack patience!)

A powerful witch. A cursed vampire. A castle built on blood. And a secret that could destroy them both. Delphine Ashwood has never fit in—not with her coven, not with polite magical society, and certainly not with anyone who prefers witches quiet and predictable. When she’s hired to repair the failing wards of the infamous Castle Thorne, she expects cold stone, ancient curses, and another lonely contract. What she doesn’t expect is him. Theron Valemont, vampire prince and ruler of the forgotten court, is everything she hates: brooding, controlling, and hiding far too many secrets behind those ice-blue eyes. He didn’t summon her—and he wants her gone. But the castle has other plans. As Delphine unravels the threads of the ancient spell holding the fortress—and Theron’s legacy—together, she discovers a power buried beneath the stone. A power tied to her own bloodline. A power that was never meant to wake. Caught in a slow-burning battle between duty, desire, and destruction, Delphine and Theron must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice. Because the truth isn’t just dangerous. It’s hungry.

Wait a minute? You…you mean you had an accident? And If the child isn’t his, who then is Ethan’s father5?" Alina Carter’s life was torn apart the night she lost everything her savings, her dignity, and almost her life in a car accident. Saved by a mysterious philanthropist and given a fresh start, she rebuilds her world, far from the people who shattered it. But when fate drags her back to New York, working with Damian Blackwood again, she’s unrecognizable literally and emotionally. He doesn’t know she’s the same woman who once shared a passionate night with him, then disappeared, or that the son she’s raising alone, Ethan, shares his eyes and his smile. Damian is drawn to her again, but as their paths cross in the high-stakes world of business. Alina must navigate the line between revenge and healing, while the truth about her son’s paternity lays beneath the surface. With secrets, betrayal, and a love neither of them ever expected, can they overcome the past or will the tangled threads of their fates tear them apart for good?

This book is authored by Kit Bryan. I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.