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Keller has turned eighteen and is eager to meet his mate. He is ready to leave his lascivious ways to commit a lifetime love with his destined one but unfortunately, all the tales of meeting-your-mate-is-a-wonderful- thing he has heard from his family shredded his fantasy. His mate denied him for reasons that were unbeknown to him. But he wasn't having it. He refused to be denied and was determined to claim her for himself, no matter what it takes. With his ex-girlfriend breathing down his neck and a psycho human added to the mix, he's in for a chase of a lifetime.

In the remote Arctic, where the nights stretch for months and air crackles with ancient magic, werewolf packs emerge breathing life into the cursed cold. With time, humans migrate, sharing an uneasy harmony with the pack. Fiona Ashford grows up with soon-to-be alpha Jason Frostwood and is ready to stand beside him to usher in the new era and bind the two powerful packs. Two nights before the wedding, she learns of his infatuation with Lena, a human girl. She is too late to intervene and it culminates in a public rejection that shatters her world. While Jason faces the wrath of his pack and the terrifying possibility of losing everything for a love that society deems forbidden, Fiona must navigate her shattered heart while wrestling with the idea of punishing Lena for Jason's betrayal.

Delilah thought she married the perfect man. Charming. Respectable. Devoted. But then she discovered the man she trusted was a fraud — cheating behind her back, controlling her every move, and secretly stealing from the people who once believed in him. Her marriage wasn’t love. It was a trap. And when she lost the child she was carrying, alone, abandoned, and broken in a cold hospital bed, everything shattered. That’s when he returned. Thorne Weston. The estranged, adopted brother her husband never spoke of. The boy who once made her college life hell — cruel words, wicked smirks and relentless taunts. He's her tormentor. Her shadow. The one who looked at her like he wanted to ruin her… and maybe always did. He disappeared after graduation. Vanished. Forgotten. But now he’s back — colder, richer, and far more dangerous. And he’s watching her. And when she breaks down in the hospital, barely breathing through grief, he corners her in the shadows and makes her an offer that freezes her blood — and sets her body ablaze. “You want revenge? I want you. Be mine… and I’ll destroy him for you.” She should scream. She should hate him. But hate doesn’t explain the fire curling in her belly every time he whispers her name. Hate doesn’t make her knees tremble when he steps too close, smelling of smoke, leather, and sin. And hate isn’t what makes her crave the rough, twisted salvation only he can give. Because Thorne Weston is no longer a cruel boy with a chip on his shoulder. He’s a man forged in violence. Obsessed. Possessive. Unhinged. And he doesn’t just want her — he owns her. Body. Soul. And every shattered piece her husband left behind.

"Goodbyes, Richard," he whispers, his voice dripping with pride. "No! No! What have you done?!" I scream, consumed by grief as helpless, indescribable pain crashes over me like a roaring wave. "You're Richard's niece, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and rough. I remain silent, unable to form words. "And my mate, it seems," He grasps my chin tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, and leans in close. His scent hits me like a tidal wave, and I'm shocked by how intoxicating it is. I try to look away, but my gaze is trapped by his. 'Mate!' my wolf growls in excitement. It’s the worst thing that could ever happen to Jessica as the same man that wiped out her family is given to her by the moon goddess, as her mate. She wants revenge, wants to hurt him in all the hurtful ways she could think of but she’s no match for her mate. She’s dragged to his pack and forced to be his personal maid. It’s pure torture as she has to fight off the mate bond no matter what. But her alpha mate had other ideas as he wants to own every inch of her not minding the fact he could destroy her along the way. It’s a fight from pleasure, a plea for revenge, a world full of misunderstanding. Only the truth could sincerely set them free. Would she stick to her plans of revenge or give in to his pleasure, even if it’s by force?

"You're an insensitive Bastard," I say. I want him to say something to do something, but he just leans against the wall staring at me. To my horror, I feel the telltale sign of tears, but I blink it away aggressively. Max walks towards me and cups my face "You've no idea," he says, leaning in. I don't know what I hope for, but I lift my head to face him anyway. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity when he whispers "Do you think I'm not tired Callista, you should know by now that I am an addict and you are my addiction, I know I should back away, but these days when it comes to you, it seems my body doesn't obey my commands. I close my eyes, and i see you. I breathe, and your scent fills the air. Every day, i crave a taste of you. You everything to me. " His nose caresses my cheek, and he takes a long inhale, and I realise he's breathing in my scent. He then puts his forehead to mine, and his lips brush mine when he says "I'm never going back to how I was before, am I?" When I open my eyes, he's gone.

"Do you miss me Bella...mia" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen looking at him with wide eyes. "W..what.." she tried speaking but immediately closed her mouth breathing hard. She glared at him HARD while a handsome smirk appeared on his face. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she said,his eyes moving across her body especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow" he asked. That was actually the first thing he noticed when she stepped out of the bathroom with a red towel wrapped around her tiny frame. "Why should I tell you that. I owe you no explanation" She said feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinized gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean blue eyes. She hates to deny it but he grew much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. " Let me ..go.. now" her voice hoarse. " I hate repeating myself Lexi. You might wanna start talking" Lexi Thompson, a retired cop, is trapped in a toxic game of cat and mouse with Antonio Saint Claire, a ruthless mafia kingpin. Lexi Thompson thought she'd escaped Antonio Saint Claire's toxic grasp but his obsession runs deep. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she find a way to break free, or will their twisted love consume them both ?.

"What do you mean by that?I won't let you blackmail me into doing something I don't want to do." "What if I decide to expose your father's sins? I would tell the world what he had done and I'm sure the outcome would be very disastrous to his company. And it would be your fault for not helping him when you could." I sighed breathing in deeply, looking up to meet his eyes with a scorn on face. "Give the paper to me. I will sign it, but I'm changing this to a year and nothing more." "Oh my little flower. You would be mine forever, mine to tame and own." "I hate you so much. And I would make sure you pay for this."

"Aasif," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. He didn't reply. He only held me tighter, his strong arms a band around my waist. His kisses grew more intense, all I wanted was him, His touch, his scent, him inside me. I was teetering on the edge, yet he held back. He held us back. He pulled away; his breathing as erratic as mine. His voice was rough, filled with an intense battle of restraint and desire   "This is just for curiosity's sake, right?" His voice was deep, husky, a sensual murmur against my skin that made my pulse race even faster. Gabriela a young nurse from a small Mexican town, shoulders the world as she strives to provide for her ailing mother and little sister, Maria. An unexpected opportunity emerges when she's offered a job at a prestigious hospital in Al-Qamar. Thrust into the vibrant but unfamiliar world of the Arabian desert, Gabby grapples with her new reality. But Gabby's life takes a dramatic twist when she crosses paths with a charismatic yet arrogant billionaire Sheikh. Their worlds collide in a whirlwind of opulence and high-stakes power dynamics, their association marked by the Sheikh's emotionally barren, benefit-based approach towards relationships. A tragic accident abruptly turns the tables when the Sheikh suffers memory loss, casting a shadow of uncertainty over Gabby's future. The once arrogant billionaire stands before her, a man without a past, unraveled and vulnerable. As Gabby is pulled into a vortex of caring for the man who once saw her as a mere commodity, she grapples with the strange affectionate ties that emerge. With a newfound bond budding and the Sheikh's memory threatening to return at any moment, Gabby is walking on a tightrope of emotions, what happens when the Sheikh's memory returns?

His breathing kicked up a notch, his fist are in tight balls while he eye fuck her bareness. His manhood fought between his robes. He caused with all the demons taking possession of his body...he was a priest. Before he could inwardly remind himself over again, Camila rushed to grabs his hand, while she subconsciously direct his fingers in exploration. Starting from her right breast lump down to her harden nipple. "You can't deny you don't want this Father." She said in between frustrated moans. He hardly could look away, breaths cut short in anticipation on where her exploration takes his fingers to. But she only sucked on them, grinding it in her heat moistened saliva from root to the peak. All his body was in a sizzling heat now while she sucked on his bare neck and worked on doffing his rob from his shoulders. Her sex locked him close to the wall. To hell with the Devils, he needed this. He needed her right now. Never had she been his to own and explore but each ceaseless day always riled him up with the pleasure to have her, snatch her away from his vindictive drug lord Father and savor her with all manners of canal desires. Is this simply just lust of the flesh or fulfilling his deprivation of being acknowledged and loved. • • • • • Rated 18 guys.... Don't say I didn't Warn you, well except you can take the spice🤤

Roxana!!" A man in mask said as he danced with her in the palace, Roxana why are you doing this to me huh?? Roxana gritted her teeth and looked deep in his beautiful eyes!" Lord Adrienne I fell in love with you but you killed it Although it was my tribulation, Am aware you knew my tribulation didn't complete and our fate was predestined!". Adrienne I can never Love you again' surely not in this life! Not in this life!" Everywhere went quite for Roxana and Adrienne' Her soft word pierced his soul and cut through him!" The amount of pain he felt was nothing compared to the punishment given to him by his father Lucifer, Roxana said it to him but she felt immense pain and was choking up with tears but gained her poisture. Roxana you can't marry my best friend Ramiel!! I will and be his wife!" I won't let such happen while am alive!" He said looking into her eyes and breathing on her neck. Adrienne I'll fight you to the end" Either way one of us must die". He held her hands to the chest and grabbing her waistline ". Hook line do you really hate me this much???That you can't stand me by your side " he said sadly and felt his inner burn as a tear droplet escaped his eyes. Adrienne I hate you to the core of my being!! Even though am your Dragon and beast.