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Detective Quinn Hale has seen her share of clean murders. But the moment she steps into Victor Blackwood’s study, she knows this case is different. Because this one is meant for her. As more bodies surface across different cities, the pattern becomes impossible to ignore. The victims have nothing in common until Quinn digs deeper and finds the one connection that changes everything. Now, with a chaotic but brilliant profiler, Damian, constantly pushing her limits, and her composed, unreadable boss Mark watching every move, Quinn is forced to confront a truth she’s been avoiding. This isn’t just a case she’s solving, it’s a message. And as the past begins to resurface piece by piece, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear- The killer isn’t just watching her, they’re waiting for her.

Scarlett was the devoted wife, the perfect daughter, and the heart of her family’s successful business. But in one night, everything was stolen from her. Her husband, Damian, betrayed her. Her own father cast her aside. Her step-sister, Celeste the woman who had abandoned her child, returned to reclaim the life she had walked away from. Humiliated in front of powerful investors, Scarlett was left with nothing. Until Adrian Voss, a ruthless billionaire with a vendetta of his own, made her an offer. A contract marriage, a partnership built on vengeance. He would give her power, protection, and a chance to destroy those who wronged her. Scarlett signed both contracts, the divorce and the deal with Adrian. If her family thought they could erase her, they were wrong. She was no longer going to be their pawn. She would be their downfall.

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross. Book 1 of Descendants of Lust

“ Keep your eyes open for me, princess. I want you to see how this pussy of yours is dripping with just my eyes on you. I want you to watch as I suck on this juicy pussy and I want you to look and never forget the way I am going to fuck you so hard and rough that you’ll no longer feel anything but me inside you. “ This book contains high sexual content and is not for the readers below the age of 18. I had always thought that I had a problem. Not that I could not feel aroused but because I was always horny, my pussy always dripping for the very man I should never think of moaning to, my father’s Cousin, Tristan Desmond. I had many plans for the day, going out and getting drunk in a club since my parents were out of town but none included getting caught touching myself moaning Tristan’s name by the man I should call my uncle. I have always had this crush on him that made me wet and I ended up touching myself to his name. No one had ever gotten me this aroused, this wild the way he did without even knowing. Soon …., I had realized that this was more than just lust. It was Love. I was determined to be with him and I could be as selfish in love as I could get but what I did not know that ……. Tristan Desmond was not just a normal person who was my uncle. He had a dark past, many secrets buried alive. He was a monster who ripped souls out of peoples bodies. He was not a good man but …. I craved him more, and was determined to own his body and … his soul.

“It's only fair to have some fun as well” I muttered to myself, ready to leave my dignity behind as I cheerfully reached for the bulge in his pants, letting my fingers roam wild as I pulled out his already hardened d**k, teasing the tip with my tongue as I marvelled at his size. “Suck it and don't stop until I tell you to” he ordered whilst grabbing a firm hold of my hair, yanking my head backwards. “Stop” I muttered inaudibly, "you're gripping too hard". “What? Can't handle it a little rough?” He mocked, yanking me up by my hair, pinning me against the wall. “i have no intention of being gentle with you, so if you can't sit pretty and take it like a good girl, then you're welcome to leave, but making that decision might cost you your life, because I don't like it very much when women walk out on me, especially during intimacy” “so…what's it going to be?” I smirked lightly as I answered his question by shoving him to the bed. “Then it seems I have no choice but to please you tonight, you can use me however you see fit and I'll ensure to ride you like my life depends on it” I responded, my clothes slowly falling to the floor layer by layer as I got on top of him, smiling in satisfaction as I buckled his belt around his wrist, restraining him to the bed as I positioned myself, ready to take full control. Elisa darkhorse, betrothed to Damian Greyhound but is met in matrimony with him young uncle (Leonard Greyhound) instead. will Damian give way for their relationship to blossom? or will the relationship prove fatal as a toxic love triangle is formed?

"In the presence of the Moon Goddess and all members of the Pack, I, Damian, Alpha of Silvermoon Pack, officially reject Seraphina as my mate!” On the day of my Mating Ceremony when I was twenty, my childhood Alpha and Fated Mate, Damian, brought back an unfamiliar female werewolf, Vivian. He claimed that on the Night of Souls, the silhouette of the Fated Soul he had seen was hers, not mine. “Vivian has told me everything. You gave me a Hallucination Potion to make me believe my Fated Mate was you. Now, it’s time to correct that mistake!” The moment the words left his mouth, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through my whole body. Our Mate Bond splintered, inch by inch. I dropped to my knees, blood trickling from the corner of my lips as I clutched my chest. My other childhood friend and also the pack’s Beta, Ethan, just watched coldly. “There was never a Mate Bond between you and Damian. Enough with your pitiful act! The more you do this, the more we’ll despise you.” The mate I loved most, and the friend I trusted the most, teamed up to rub my nose in the dirt in front of everyone. Their words were like knives, gutting me open bit by bit. Staggering, I turned and fled from the pack. Once, it was a place that held all my happiness. Now, there was only coldness and betrayal. None of them cared, convinced I was just throwing a tantrum and would come crawling back sooner or later. It wasn’t until weeks later that they learned I had begun the Healer’s closed-door training. All ties must be severed, and complete solitude was required. I wasn't allowed to return for ten years. That was the moment they finally fell apart.

They say the happiest moment in a Lycan's life is meeting their fated mate. But what if you reject your fated mate to be with your chosen one, only to realize you made a mistake as your chosen mate betrays you? That's the dilemma Elara found herself in. After discovering she was pregnant with the child of her boyfriend and chosen mate, Elijah Reed, he rejected her and chose her step-sister, Fiona Arundel, instead. Little did Elara know, this was all a plot orchestrated by her step-sister and step-mother. They wanted to secure Elijah, the Alpha of their Forestheart pack. Since her mother's death and her father's absence, Elara had been slowly poisoned by her stepmother, leading to a miscarriage and her impending end. In her final breath, she uncovered the truth about her child's death and her stepmom's entire plan. "Even in your last breath, Elara, you remain naive. Too kind, just like your mother. That's why you'll die now without a fight." Fernanda smiled at her, covering Elara's face with a pillow. Helpless and unable to move her body, Elara had no chance. In her last breath, she vowed to seek revenge, to make those who tormented and belittled her pay. And as she opened her eyes, she found herself back in the past, a year before her death. There, she reencounters her rejected fated mate, Damian Raven Ashford, the man she would use to achieve her revenge. "Mark me and I will give you my body and my whole life. In exchange, help me seek revenge against those who have oppressed me." Elara saw the mischievous smile on Damian's lips. "If that's the case, start by making me happy using your body." They marked their alliance. a bond that would draw them closer to each other.

They were already married for three years when Alpha Damian Zeus’s long-lost first love, Lily, returned bringing along a five-year-old pup. Luna Ariana Volkstane slid the formal rejection request across the table. "Let's end this bond. It's better for you, me, and your first love." He just smirked. "You want me to reject you? You think you can break our bond that easily?" So she did. Ariana cut ties with him completely, poured herself into her career, and rose to global fame as a legendary healer, her knowledge of rare herbs, wolf anatomy, and ancient magic sought after across continents. The powerful suitors lined up. The Alpha of an overseas empire whispered, "Ariana, hurry up and perform the severing ritual. I can't wait to claim you." A powerful pack leader vowed, "I'll be there with you the day you break the bond." A legendary wolf attorney promised, "I'll handle your rejection case with the pack council myself." Ariana just rubbed her temples. It's not that she didn't want the split, she wanted it more than anything, it's just that the Alpha she was mated to refused to let go. Finally, she announced, "Whoever can officially get me rejected, I'll put you at the head table of my bond-breaking celebration." Not long after, Alpha Damian was served the official rejection request right in the middle of an emergency pack council meeting. That same afternoon, he was attacked by rogues at the gates of his own territory. When Ariana showed up at the pack infirmary with healing herbs, she repeated calmly, "Let's sever the mate bond. It's better for you, me, and everyone else." But the cold, untouchable Alpha pulled her into his arms, his eyes blood-red with fury. "You want me to reject you? Over my dead body."

When I stumbled into a Mafia run club seeking a job, I was looking for protection. Little did I know I’d need protection from him. Damian was exactly the kind of danger I was trying to avoid. He was gorgeous as sin with an accent hotter than Ronan, but that’s where the charm ended. He was also cynical, cold, and downright cranky. So, you could imagine my surprise when he gave me a proposition to marry him or lose my life. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve learned to do what’s necessary to survive in this world, and that includes marrying a mobster. Regardless of what he might say, it’s only temporary. It’s not like I’m going to fall for him, because that would be stupid, right?

Laura Valerie Alexander; A woman who is initially afraid will of blood, is forced into the mafia world when she witnesses her father and mother being killed by the head of the Italian Mafia. Laura who was taken away by her father's confidant when the war happens. Able to create a Mafia group and raise the war flag on the Mendrick family when he has succeeded in becoming the head of the Mafia. When the war drums have been beaten and when the plans have begun. Laura never thought. That she will enter into the life of a man who can put her in a dilemma between choosing love and revenge. The man was the son of the head of the Italian Mafia. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick; the little boy that Damian had brought with him when he killed Laura's father and mother.