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Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?

All I wanted was a normal life but when my mother died, I was forced to join my stepdad in the Whitmoore estate, a place that would never feel like home. Now I’m stuck in a world of wealth, secrets, and dangerous temptations. And my stepdad’s best friend? Jamal Adams? He looks at me like he owns me. He’s older, powerful, off-limits and the one man I should stay away from. But I can’t. Because once you taste danger, nothing else compares.

⚠️*WARNING: 18+ Explicit Content “Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough. Her legs moved before her mind could protest. In seconds his mouth was on her breast, hot and demanding, while two thick fingers thrust deep inside her, drawing out a slick, shameful rush of need. He pulled her onto his lap, ripped her panties aside, and drove into her with one savage stroke—stretching, claiming, ruining her in the dark. Jessy clung to his shoulders, gasping, moaning, breaking apart as pleasure tore through her like fire. He fucked her harder, deeper, whispering filthy praises against her skin until she shattered around him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Still joined, his cock twitching inside her, he brushed damp strands of hair from her tear-streaked face and smirked. “Now tell me your name again… Jessy.” Footsteps clicked down the marble hallway. “Jessy? Sweetheart, I’m home.” Her aunt’s voice—warm, loving, and far too close. Terror and forbidden desire twisted in Jessy’s chest as she sat there naked, impaled on the man who was never a stranger. His cum was still leaking down her thighs when he flexed his hips, pushing deeper, and whispered hot against her ear, “Be very quiet, little girl. Wouldn’t want Mommy to discover how hard her precious girl just came on a stranger's cock.”

He was the one man she was never supposed to desire. For years, she buried the feelings, playing the role of the perfect daughter while secretly craving the one person she could never have… her stepfather. But one reckless night changes everything. When she stumbles home drunk with another man on her arm, she expects indifference but instead she meets jealousy. Dark. Possessive and Unforgiving. The kind that exposes every hidden truth. Now, the line they swore never to cross begins to blur. Every glance lingers too long. Every accidental touch burns. Every moment alone feels dangerously close to something neither of them can control. He knows it's wrong. She knows it's forbidden. But when desire finally breaks free, will they fight it… or surrender to a love that could destroy everything?

The CIA sent Caleb Doherty to infiltrate Devil’s Playground — Brighton Fall’s most powerful, most secretive, most untouchable establishment — with one objective. Find the killer hiding behind its gilded walls. The one they call The Devil. Get the job done, earn the mission he actually wants, and never look back. Simple enough for a man who graduated top of his class. What nobody accounted for was the green eyed boss who watches him from behind walls, who stands him up on the first day like Caleb isn’t worth his time, and who somehow finds his way into Caleb’s bedroom at night — touching him like he already owns him, calling him Princess like it isn’t a threat. Caleb has one rule. One. He does not bottom. Not for anyone. Not for any reason. Not even for the most dangerous entity in Brighton Falls who seems to have made breaking that rule his sole personal mission. Caleb needs this job. His real mission — finding the mob that took everything from him — depends on it. He can’t afford distractions. He can’t afford whatever this is. He especially can’t afford to beg. But Remy Templeton didn’t get to where he is by losing. And he wants Caleb on his knees.

I fall in love with my father's friend, an Alpha 20 years my senior. I'm only eight when I first meet him. It happens at a banquet for the upper echelons of the werewolf pack. My father brings me with him. Layson Romanov instantly catches my eye. He stands tall at six feet and two inches, and his toned figure shows through his black suit. He exudes a natural dominance. My father introduces me to him, and he caresses my hair with a smile. Then, he gives me a pink dress adorned with pearls and pink diamonds. "You'll look beautiful when you're old enough to wear this." Back then, I didn't understand what he meant. … Ten years later, I put on that dress and enter his room. He's drugged after falling into someone's trap, and his wolf is out of control. His usually calm eyes are filled with mania. I know that he'll go insane—even lose his life—if he doesn't have an antidote. So, I give him my pure, untainted body. I become his antidote. We later marry, and he loves me as my father would've done. However, when I'm four months pregnant, I discover that his personal secretary, Grace Parker, is also pregnant. "I'm sorry to have put you through this, Grace. Everyone knows I only married Charlotte out of duty. I'll make sure our child is my only heir," he says. It all makes sense now—no wonder Layson refused to mark me despite us being married. Grace is the one he loves. I'm heartbroken. I ingest a large amount of wolfsbane, leading to a miscarriage. I ultimately die of blood loss. Intense regret washes over me as I breathe my last breath. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been reborn. I'm taken back to the day Layson is drugged…

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Getting a job to work as the agent of a top artist in the country, Lyron is excited for the extra pay to cater to his siblings' needs. But when his boss, Amil and him find themselves on a rollercoaster of feelings harbored towards each other, starting with dislike and hate, they both do not expect to be bound by these feelings especially when Amil is betrothed to marry the daughter of his family's friend. Lyron is pregnant but emotionally broken. Amil keeps denying his sexual orientation and feelings for Lyron. What happens between these two lovers when fate comes into play?

Warning? ⚠️: For 18+ and above. Bastian Lockhart is a sad billionaire with a lot of traumas. He fights his desires for Lilith wanting to protect and not give in to his darker desires. He vowed within himself to protect her. But who will protect him from his darkest desire? Teaser: "You are playing with fire, Lilith." I tried warning her again. "Let me burn daddy," she said. I knew right there that we would both be burning and not just her. Warning ⚠️ this is pure dark romance vibes for my girlies with lots of explicit scenes for 18+

“…I and my son wanna bend you over that stuff pier table worth $ 4.6 million and fuck the decency out of you!" Mr. Reagan naughtily rasped, with a stern grin on his face. ••••••••••••••••••••• Gabrielle's POV I was compelled to sign a sinful contract with a powerful man, Mr. Reagan, the fifth wolf. Furthermore, he forcefully engaged me to his drop-dead gorgeous son, Hidalgo Massimo Reagan. Both father and son wanna have me and they both trapped me, Caged me. Imprisoned me. And possessed me. I was more like property to them, and there was no escape! I am their adorable plaything —and they are my wildest fantasies. They are my pretty distractions. And They are my commanding kings! •••••••••••••••••