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She was a forbidden fruit and he loved to claim forbidden things. He knew she is off limit but he couldn't let go of the attraction that emerald orbs ignitted on him, a burning passion, that only her writhing body can subside. "I don't let people go that easily after messing with me, flower. I don't fucking care who that person is as long as they get on my bad side. And you've been messing with me from the time we have met and don't expect an ounce of mercy from me, Jasmine." his words were like venom and she felt like dying just by hearing it. What has she gotten herself into? Is there any way out of here? Can she make it out of here alive? There are no possibilities and that scares her, completely. "You've awakened the monster inside me, Jasmine. Now deals with it!

In Elena’s past life, she was the hated Luna who did everything she could to please others, desperately chasing a love that was never returned. But in the end, it was her own fated mate, Alpha Killian, who betrayed her and sent her to her death. Blinded by lies, Killian believed she was trying to harm the woman he truly loved—Elena’s adoptive sister. What he never knew was that Elena died carrying his child. Fortunately, fate gave her a second chance. Reborn to a time before everything fell apart, Elena's love for Killian has turned into burning hatred. Now, all she wants is to escape him and make everyone who hurt her pay. But this time, the Alpha who once cast her aside refuses to let her go. Killian, once too proud to even look at her, now bows his head and begs her to stay by his side...

Kalias has lost everything. His family, his kingdom, his place in the pack. After being betrayed by the omega that was destined for him by the sages, the Alpha fell and with his fall came disgrace and pain. "There is still hope" someone whispered when their eyes no longer opened after the beatings "find the goddess who hides among humans. Find it and it becomes yours, you will be the great alpha that will unite all the packs into one". When Kalias finally woke up, without clothes, without a place to return - he made those words his anchor and now, he would do anything to find that goddess; he would make her his, destroy the traitors who took his place, Even if it mean burning the world to make everything real and in the end, that's what he did. Set Alice's world on fire. "You are the goddess of the moon" he said on top of the bodies of the humans that surrounded her "and now you will be mine".

⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with steamy, erotic, forbidden, or taboo themes, kindly exit now. "I'm sorry, but I now have a girlfriend", Eric said. " Just fuck me tonight Eric, please ", " Just tonight ". I cried. Lola, a college professor, just got dumped by her no-strings-attached sex buddy, Eric. She's pissed, frustrated, and painfully horny. Back in her office, she flips lazily through student assignments, the task was simple: *Write a short romance story of your choice.* But one freshman, Noah, took it way too far. Instead of a harmless love story, he wrote out his filthy, unfiltered fantasy. About her. His professor. Dive into Noah’s bold approach, Professor Lola’s burning curiosity, and a collection of sizzling short erotica that push every boundary. -------------------------------------- This book contains a collection of different short erotic stories.

Drawn by something I couldn't name, I closed the space between us… and kissed him. Hard. *** Things fell apart for wolfless Vine Davis the moment her mate, Drew, teamed with her best friend, Miriam and displayed her nudes on the large display screen after winning a hockey game. He didn't just stop there, he rejected her in front of the whole school. As a result, she is kicked out of her home, causing the walls of her heart to get built so strongly, she vows never to let anyone in. Ace Callahan is a brooding transfer student Hockey player who gets transferred to Silverclaw Academy the day Vine mysteriously gets a scholarship there. And he never believed in love. Not until he met her. And his past hate turns into a lethal obsession he couldn't control. As their past, secrets and missions collide, will it ignite their burning desire or diminish it?

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.

A gasp escapes me as my back hits the wood, and hands grab mine, pinning them high above my head, forcing me to look straight into the face I’ve tried so hard to forget. Kai. His scent filled my senses, spicy and dangerous and so damn soothing. His gaze burned into my skin and the amount of fury in them almost made me shiver. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap. He leans in, voice low and venomous. “You like cuddling up in another man’s arms, Virelle?” “Excuse me?” I hissed. “Ric is my mate. I can do whatever the hell I want.” His jaw clenches as his nostrils flares. “You think he can please you?” I glare at him, ignoring the heat pooling low in my belly. “Yes, I do, because he’s my mate and I can do whatever I want, I don’t owe you anything.” “Bullshit,” he growls and before I could blink, his lips crash against mine…hard. His lips are rough and angry, his teeth grazing mine with his tongue forcing its way in, like he’s trying to claim what he threw away. My mind is screaming at me to shove him off, but my body is traitorous and trembling, and is already responding. I could feel Nyzarelle howling in delight, as I clutched to him for dear life. I'd never felt like this with Ric A moan slips from my mouth but is swallowed by his tongue as his hand grips my thigh, trailing up until I feel them on my folds. He massaged my folds roughly, before stuffing his hands into my panties and pooling a finger into me. My back aches as he finger fucks me angrily, not giving space to catch my breathe.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"

…she will be his doom and salvation, both of them will end up burning each other and the dark blood of sorcery will run without end if they meet before she turns 18… The cloaked figure couldn’t hold back the tears as he dropped the child in front of the orphanage, “live a normal life child”, he said as he walked away from the child. The cute bundle felt the first drop of rain and let out a loud wail… ********* The fact that Aramina was Zach’s mate and suffers from hyperacusis is enough burden. She must prove to be capable of being the pack’s Luna and the bride the council wants for Zach. Alpha Zach had his demons, and he had learnt to fight then alone, until Aramina came along… Will he be able to give in to his heart and allow her fight alongside him or will he be swallowed in his fears and darkness and allow the only one who truly love him become a pawn for the overwhelming forces that have conspired to keep them apart?