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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains scenes of psychological manipulation, emotional abuse, explicit content, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Not for the faint of heart. 🔞‼️ Cassandra Jenkins was blackmailed into marrying Trovian Blackwood to shield her sister from her father’s brutal brand of control. On the surface, she looks like a pawn. A delicate, obedient bride in a designer cage. But behind her silence is a woman quietly plotting. Trovian, ruthless and ice-blooded, believes Cassandra is her father's latest puppet. He wants vengeance, not vows. Every glance is a power play. Every touch is a calculated punishment. He makes her pay for sins she didn’t commit. But the more he watches her… The more he realizes that she’s hiding fire beneath her bruised loyalty. Their marriage becomes a battlefield of cruel words, broken trust, and tension so thick it borders on violence. Yet somewhere between the hate and the hurt, desire creeps in. Dark. Twisted. Addictive. When enemies from the shadows rise, Cassandra and Trovian must decide— Will they destroy each other? Or become the kind of monsters willing to burn the world down together?

Irene Harvey’s life comes crumbling when her mate rejects her on their wedding day and her father is arrested by her sworn enemy, Alpha Devon. This takes her back to square one, stripping her of every power she had as an Alpha daughter and turning into an Omega over night. To wash down the misery of being ruined by a man that not only arrested her father but had also killed her brother, she decided to go for a party. In that party, she meets a mysterious man in which she is attracted to. He takes her to his private cabin and they share a hot, steamy night. Irene Harvey’s life comes crumbling the second time when she learnt that the man she shared a steamy night with was Alpha Devon, the man she had always detested and the new Alpha of her Pack. —- “What do you want?” Irene spat, not bothering to flip the light on. His scent that she loathed with every fiber of her being announced him before his lips did. “You,” he replied softly, as if he hadn’t just snapped an innocent man’s neck for merely speaking to her. “You need to leave me alone, Devon.” Her voice crackled with frustration and fury. “You know that’s not possible,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Stop this madness! What more do you need from me? You took my family, stripped me of my title, forced me into an Omega’s life. You took everything. Just leave. Me. Alone. Please.” In a blink he was inches from her, breath hot on her neck. “You don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. This is do‑or‑die. Either I have you… or I kill every man who even breathes near you.”

"Get away from me, don't touch me" Angelina cried. As i pinned her to the wall, and watch her as she struggled to leave my arms, she noticed the huge grin on my face. " You bastard, I repeat, don't you dare touch me" An evil smile which was evident on my face, and i said. "Why don't you want me to touch you, am all yours remember" he whispered into her ears which made her weak he could hear her heart beat so loudly and watch her as she grits her teeth which made him press her the more on the wall "because you know I affect you so much" He is Xavier Knight, he is a god, he is not gonna obey a woman. Especially not the woman he want to have, as his own. HE IS XAVIER KNIGHT HE IS MEAN, HE IS CRUEL, ESPECIALLY, HE LOVES BREAKING FINGERS He is the next king of planet Jupiter, No one controls him. And the girl, Angelina, She's mine, and am for her. She's pure, am the evil, She's the light, am the darkness. She adds laughter to my world. As for me, i add fear to the hearts of those who my cross path. And am greedy for her, for bringing her to my world, which is full of darkness, which I know will hurt her. But remember!!! No one touches what is "MINE"

"I moaned, bringing my thighs wide, further. "Do you like it, Sienna?" I nodded like an idiot, forgetting the fact that he was my stepbrother. "I do like it, Soren." My breath caught in my chest as I felt warm juice spill through my punani, "I love it, Soren. Everything you do to me." ***** The confused, pleasure-hungry nerd who fell for her stepbrothers? That was me, Sienna Cruz. At first, I thought I'd be able to conquer the urge of wanting my stepbrothers but no, I fell more deeper—lost in the ocean of depravity and Sin. Simon is the calm one, we were close. He was soft hearted and I liked him. Whenever we talked, I would find myself staring at his bulge. His morning erection was damn beautiful. He would ask, "Sienna, are you okay?" I would nod, lying I was but deep down what I craved was every inch of him. All that wanted to break from my lips was "Bury your cock deep in my pussy. Break every wall of restriction." And Soren? He was the demon amongst the twin brothers. I thought I hated him until I found myself staring way too much at the photo mom forced us to take during summer. His Ocean Blue eyes pulled me in. The arrogant smirk on his face spelt more than it looked. He was way too charming. Who did I like more? Simon or Soren? I swear I do not know. Soren was a demon, yet I find myself crawling back to his bed and when Simon flashed that cute smile at me? It made me helpless. Soren's charm was more gripping. I fantasized a lot about his rod and all I wanted was for him to ruin me in the worst way ever.

I’m a Straight Police Officer, but I’m falling for a 19-year-old JOCK! Officer Langdon Never in a million years did I imagine that stopping a speeding car one morning would thrust me into a wild encounter that would change the trajectory of my entire life. When I pulled over Tristan, a 6'9 African American college basketball player who also happened to be a rich bad boy who had no regard for the law, I didn’t anticipate that his muscular frame that oozed sex appeal and deep voice would have me weak in the knees and questioning my sexuality. His flirtation and bribe to perform a naughty and forbidden favor for me if I ripped up the ticket, threw me into a world of unexpected passion, shaking up my mediocre, repetitive and mundane life. This steamy escapade pushed me to explore my desires in ways I never thought possible and awakened feelings I didn't know existed . There are just a few problems: 1. I’m still in love with my live in ex-girlfriend. 2. This Jock’s dad is a future politician and homophobe and extremely controlling. 3. My ex-girlfriend’s brother is my boss, The Police Chief. And now I have to decide, between by my ex-girlfriend, my children, my job, or Tristan.

Suddenly, in this lust-fueled frenzy between us, his blissful being was morphing into the same demon that was driving me insane; it didn't frighten me; in fact, I was waiting for this to happen. His eyes turned lava red, and his body twisted dangerously. "Sweet Teresa, I can not keep him any longer!" "Then, don't!" And in his rapture, he lost all control. He exploded inside of me with his throbbing enormous , sending me devilish vibes. His fangs were fully exposed, and his muscular torso was covered in white dazzling fur. I gasped, yelped for more, grabbed his fur from his back, begged him not to stop, and every movement was dominated by arousal spasms. Then, as the action reached its height, I sensed him getting closer, and I knew he would honor his promise to mark me. How did I know that? I simply knew! "Do it, Bash! Yes, do it"! So he sank his fangs not so deep in the hollow of my neck but enough to propel me to those craving peaks, all mixed with my own thrilling release. Now I was his. FOREVER! --------------- After the death of his father, Alpha Sebastian was left in charge of the Kielder Pack but away from his twin sister. Raising his pack in strength, his life changes radically when Teresa Bradley appears, an ambitious young photographer but with a past as gloomy as it is difficult to understand. Orphaned, chased by demons, with changes that occur one by one, Teresa is forced to accept her past and present, but is there room for Sebastian in her future?

"since you can't pay me back what you stole from me, I own your life, all of you," London Malik whispered with a deep smirk at the corner of his lips as he pinned Kimberly to the wall. It was then that her innocent life took a different turn.

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

Lydia Darnell died after betrayal. She was framed by her family, abandoned by her husband, and discarded like trash. But death wasn’t the end. She wakes up three months before her murder with one chilling resolve. Once bitten, twice shy. This time, she would never take the fall for her sister’s crimes. She would not stoop low to beg for her cold billionaire husband’s attention. Lydia sets out to dismantle the gilded cage they had used to imprison her. And she certainly will never let the so-called “gratitude” be used as a leash. Adrian Blackwell watches in stunned silence until the wife he ignored becomes the woman he can’t live without. Now that he is obsessed with her, he would do anything to win her back. But Lydia’s done playing victim. Her revenge is quiet, lethal, and flawless without an iota of empathy. Along comes Lucas Costello, a kind architect who shows her what real love looks like. And Adrian realizes too late that the woman he had been hell-bent on destroying is the only one who ever truly loved him. He wants her back again, but some second chances, they come too late.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.