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*******Feeling someone's eyes on me I turn to look at the blue-eyed stranger who has his eyes set on me. It feels like his eyes are staring into my soul. It is clear that he heard our conversation as he has a smirk on his face while staring at me. I lick my dry lips and shiver when his eyes move to my lips. I shiver and quickly turn towards Aztec as he pulls me in the direction of what I assume must be the dining room.**** Being an adopted child of the pack, Fenris has always felt like an outsider. Being rejected by his mate along with a murder case to solve, triggers Fenris to find answers about his past. He learns that his parents were murdered by a rogue. Meanwhile Sierra has fallen prey to that same rogue's tricks. Will Fenris avenge his parents death? Will he find his answers or will he lose his mate to the murderer of his parents?

“Strip.” He ordered simply, his eyes boring tentatively, “I'll not give you the liberty of picking up your clothes if you will not do as you're told.” “You married me to get revenge on me!” I spat, angrily. “You are not supposed to have any carnal knowledge of me, I won't let it happen.” He smiled. The same smile that cuts across his lips yet doesn't reach his face. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Isn't that what you mean by stripping?” I asked, confusion boldly written on my face. A loud, dry mocking laugh from him almost made me wish for death. “No wife.” He whispered, standing up from the bed towards me. “I don't want to see any of my properties on you in my house, I want you tattered and extremely void, I want to see what you will do when you're all bare before me.” I stumbled backwards at the hatred in his voice. “I want to see you at your lowest, Now strip!”

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.

An archer journalist who sneaks out of her office just to stalk some billionaire. She wants to snip dry of his secrets and those secrets will be a very big help to Karina. She's feeding four heads and bringing all of them to college. Being promoted to as the Archer Journalist is a big of help but still not enough. She needs something that will create her big break and her big break is this man, Allistair Montero. That billionaire who seemed to have no flaw, but nothing can hide from the seer personality of hers. She believe that even the most flawless person has a mole and if she can't find a scar in him, better find something like the littlest mole he has. After all, people will still be interested whatever it is that she will discover from him. Everything was smooth about her mission to stalk him but what she didn't expect was that the secret he was hiding wasn't anything from the past or anything important that could ruin his reputation but rather hers. He wasn't hiding a thing, he was hiding someone.

Synopsis After Lyra escapes from her abusive pack with her waning heart disease, she is taken hostage by the rogue king, Mason. Unbeknownst to her, the moon goddess has a plan for her as she unites with her second chance mate, Lumi, who is a hybrid locked up in the rogue king's prison. During the crafting of her escape, Lumi breaks out of prison at will and they escape the territories of Mason. Golden arrows, and a pool of dry blood. The memory is familiar to Lumi but he doesn't remember... Not until he gets a golden arrow shot in his arm. The men that shot him released their guard and called him the Alpha's heir, and that's when he remembers the truth of his identity. He's the son of the most powerful Alpha in the werewolves' world and the most daunting vampire in the vampires' world. He's a threat to both of these worlds because he's cross-bred. Will he be able to bridge the gap between both of these worlds? And most importantly, will his mate be willing to take on the world with him despite her weak heart

Everyone in the mercenary group knew just how deeply Liam Smith loved me and feared losing me. He even suppressed his dark desires to make sure I felt truly safe. No matter how dangerous the mission, he made sure to check in every single day. Worried for his safety, I hid my identity and secretly became his team’s hacker. However, after one mission, I overheard the others joking over the radio: "Chief was in such a rush to pick that lock and go after Wendy. What's so irresistible about her?" Through an unattended monitor, I caught Liam glancing at the camera with a teasing smile. "Didn't I tell you guys that she nearly wrung me dry the last time we did it?" It felt like I had fallen into an ice-cold abyss. My heart shattered, and I summoned the system. [I want to leave this world.] The cold, mechanical voice replied without delay: [Once you leave, all traces of the host in this world will be erased.] [Starting the countdown: Seven days left.]

I have a case of acute pancreatitis. I head to the hospital, but the doctors there refuse to treat me. Why? Because my husband is a doctor in the emergency room, and he's instructed everyone not to treat me. In my past life, he would show up with a single phone call. But, after his true love dies in an accident, he pushes the blame on me. On my mother's birthday, he poisons my whole family and repeatedly stabs me with a scalpel. "Does it hurt? Jackie was in much more pain before her death. If not for you, she wouldn't have gone out in my place. You killed her, so I'm making you and your family die for her!" When I open my eyes, I'm back to the day when I get acute pancreatitis after drinking the bar dry for his sake. This time, he runs to Jackie Morse without hesitation. He thinks he's made the right choice, but he later comes to me and grovels at my feet, begging me to take him back.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

BLURB: Lust & Thrust: Erotic Short Collections Summary For Mature Readers Only: 18+, Explicit, Extremely Sensual and Obsessive. This book is for those who crave domination. For those who want to be owned, ruined, stripped down, and fucked into silence by men who don’t ask for permission. Inside these pages are short, filthy, addictive encounters—each more dangerous, more consuming, and more deliciously wicked than the last. It contains graphic sex and dangerous lust that borders on insanity. If you’re looking for soft romance or safe happily-ever-afters, walk away now. But if you want to drown in sin, surrender to obsession, and moan through every chapter, then read on. This is not like your regular erotic books. It’s darker. So I warn you now, ESCAPE while you still can!!! Run very fast while you still can. But if your cunt’s already clenching, if your mouth’s already dry from needing more, if your fingers are twitching toward your panties right now… then spread your thighs wider. Because once these stories touch you, you’ll never stop screaming for more.