Dread Heads

“You were more cooperative the other day when you had my face buried between your thighs,” he smirked at me, a victorious glint in his eyes while my blood chilled to ice, “if I remember correctly, you even begged for more.” I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't think of anything. All I could feel was dread and more dread. This wasn't happening. "It's... This is a lie." "Which one?" He looked so triumphant, "the fact that you've shattered multiple times around my fingers? Around my cock? That you've cummed countless times on my tongue?" He moved closer to slowly trail his finger over my face, a dark look in his eyes, "Or that you were always swallowing my cum like a needy slut?" ******* Scarlett is a sheltered mafia princess who's expected to be prim and proper and no one knows the dark fantasies that live rent-free in her head. It’s a secret she’d take to her grave and would keep confined to the pages of her journal until a mishap happens and she loses the journal. It ended up in the hands of a stranger who blackmailed her and got her to live out one of her fantasies and she found herself going back for more. Unknown to her, the stranger is no one other than Damien Hunter, the heir of a rival mafia group and her brother’s sworn enemy. ******* This is a very dark romance novel with twisted male leads. They do questionable things and they pursue their love interests in dark, twisted and unconventional ways.

"I really miss you. It feels like a dry throat that longs for water. All this time, without you realizing it, you have disturbed my life. And now it's my turn to do that with you. Even if that feeling has disappeared in your heart, then I will make that feeling come to the surface again. I will make you fall in love with me again. Until finally, you gave up and were willing to accept me," said Gladwin confidently. "It's not that easy, Uncle. I can't be with you. It's better to give up all the intentions and plans in Uncle's mind. I can't be with you forever. I already have a promise that I will love Eijaz." Flavia answered weakly. ***** Abigail Said : "Chase him, defend him. Because love is not sitting still and watching but moving and fighting, if he is passive, you become active. If he's not a pervert, you are. Yes, it's okay to fumble a little. Just taste before you buy." Jonas Said : "Love, indeed, makes stones look like sponges. Bright heads become stupid. And makes perfect people blind and deaf."

For seven years, I thought Declan was just an ordinary Beta. That was until I secretly traveled a thousand miles to his pack, wanting to surprise him. Only to find other werewolves calling him Alpha. And more importantly, he already had a Luna. The wolves around me started whispering. “Is that the Alpha’s secret lover?” “The nerve of her, showing up here… so shameless.” I wanted to argue, to tell them they had it all wrong. I was his real girlfriend. His Fated Mate. But then, a woman in a gorgeous dress walked over. The wolves bowed their heads respectfully. “Luna.” She was on the phone, her voice a sweet, playful pout. “The blessing ceremony for the heir is about to start, and the Elders are getting antsy… I know you’re busy, but this is our child. You have to be with me.” The man’s voice on the other end was deep and gentle, a voice I knew better than my own. “I know, my Luna.” Just a few nights ago, he had whispered loving words into my ear with that same gentle voice, his body moving powerfully inside mine, holding me so tight. It was my lover, Declan.

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

The moon goddess made her special right from Birth but her pack and her cruel alpha considered her an omega, the lowest rank 'I'm not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say "we don't want your broken parts" ' To her the pack and the alpha was the worst nightmare anyone would have in broad daylight ' I've learnt to be ashamed of all my scars' Alexandra woods was the most powerful alpha blooded werewolf and witch but still she was treated like trash. ' "Runaway", They say. No one will love you as you are' She was the one prophesied about but they didn't recognize her. ' but I won't let them bring me down to dust, 'cause I know there's a place for me' "THIS IS HERS" John Wilsonville is a billionaire and the Alpha king 'Yes, I know there's a special place in HELL for me...... It's called a throne' He was ruthless and feared, every female wanted to be with him 'I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in blood. I have no problem going out the same way.' Vladmir.... the ruler of the creatures that roamed the night wouldn't let the light to his darkness just go..... 'They asked him, "how is your life?" ' Even if she is mated to another... 'He smiled and answered, "She's fine"' Chaos is scented, as anxiety flows through the veins of both gods and man as Fate is said to have made a mistake.... but then again..... did it? *-*-*-*You can dread it, You can run from it. . . But destiny still arises. . ' . . And now it's here. . , Or should I say, I Am. *-*-*-*.

“I can't stay married to you anymore, Nolan. You bring out the worst in me, you treat me in the nastiest ways. You don't love me. You don't even like the presence of me…” I winced slightly while trying to hold his gaze. His eyes darkened as they fell on my open thighs in the night dress I was wearing. “Your mouth says one thing Alanna but your body wants another thing. I can feel you already getting wet.” He put his lower lip as he moved his mouth closer to my ear to whisper something to me. Alanna has been humiliated, and disgraced by everyone. Married to a man who doesn’t love her. Hated by her family, she has no choice but to get a divorce and leave. Alanna is back now as a CEO and she determined to make everyone pay, especially her Ex-Husband. The man who onced despised her is falling heads over hills in love with her. Can she forgive him? Or will she go ahead with her revenge and make him pay? Knowing he is the father of her kids.

After a car crash, I wake up without a scratch, but my girlfriend, Elena Reed, has amnesia. What shocks me the most is that I can hear my late grandma's voice in my head. "That shameless woman is feigning amnesia to trick Rowan! If I were still alive, I'd break her legs myself!" My eyes fly wide in disbelief. Grandma's voice keeps raging in my head. "Rowan, in your past life, Elena ruined you. You had miserable years with her and nearly died of a heart attack while she was out celebrating Miles' birthday! "Your grandpa is about to have you choose a bride. Don't pick Elena. Pick Piper. She's a good woman!" A second later, Grandpa and the elders walk into the hospital room and spread out photos of heiresses from the four great families, asking me to choose a bride. I don't even hesitate. I choose Piper Alden, the one I've been butting heads with for as long as I can remember. I've always listened to Grandma. If she says that Elena doesn't love me, then I don't want her anymore.

️ CONTENT WARNING ️ This book is a filthy best-friend’s-dad / massive-age-gap / gay-awakening erotic romance with explicit, raw gay sex. If extreme taboo is not your cup of tea or these dynamics upset you, close the book now. >>>>>>>> Asher Vale has been turning heads since the day he learned to walk. A tall black-haired blue eyed stunner with a deliciously sinful body. Yet, Asher has never cared about sex or women because for twenty-two years, he's never gotten an erection. Until one drunken night when Asher stumbles downstairs and sees his best friend's father, Nico, fucking a man. Asher didn't mean to watch, and he definitely hadn't meant to grab out his cock and masturbate to the sight. But he couldn't help it. But now he can’t unsee it: and every time Nico walks into a room, Asher’s cock remembers exactly who it belongs to, leaking in his jeans every time Nico so much as breathes near him. Finally, he's found someone he wants and it’s the one man on earth he’s not allowed to have but some hungers don’t care about rules.

Dean Romero is not your average Tiger Shifter. He is the king or the Neta of the Island Stripe Pride, operating out of Manhattan. Wanting to avoid the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, this Neta elects to spend Christmas at his newly built cabin in a remote section of the Pine Barrens just outside of Maccon City, New Jersey. A town notorious among supernaturals for its Shifter ties. Violet Martinez is a nail technician stuck working on the holidays. Asked to make a house call she has no choice but to drive to an important client’s house on Christmas Eve. She’d much rather be at home curled up with her favorite mug full of steaming spiked hot chocolate and a marathon of old black and white movies to keep her company. Resigned to her fate, she heads out in the wintry weather which has made the drive nearly impossible. Halfway there, Violet’s car spins out on a lonely stretch of road and she slams into a tree, hitting her head on the dashboard. Passing out in the cold with a head injury was not on Violet’s Christmas list, but good thing there’s a Tiger king who just happens to be out for a run nearby. When Dean gets a whiff of Violet’s sugar cookie scent all bets are off. This Neta wants her for his own, but will the dark-haired beauty accept him and agree to be his bride this Christmas?

Hilda Oakley, the charity case Mom and Dad take in, steals my family right out from under me. She slips drugs into me, driving me into a bipolar disorder. She turns me into someone who snaps and screams at Mom and Dad without meaning to. She paints me as someone rotten inside, as the bully at school, and as someone who'd shove her down the stairs at home. And because of that, my whole family turns on me. Mom calls me a bad seed. Dad says I'm no daughter of his. Then, they adopt Hilda and throw me out in the dead of winter. My bipolar flares. Naked, I sprint onto the rooftop and jump to my death. When I'm reborn, I realize I can make the thoughts in other people's heads audible. So, at the dinner table, I let Hilda's thoughts spill right before Mom and Dad. 'I kept that witch Valerie drugged for three years. She finally broke! They still don't suspect that Alex isn't really her brother. He's Susan's son. Once we poison Valerie's parents, the Coopers' fortune will belong to us.'