Easter Eggs Tangled

"Gentle isn't my thing...but tonight, I can make an exception." He whispered in my ears, wrapping my legs around his waist.----Mia is the oddball that nobody likes in the Dark Fang Pack. Her mom, a prostitute, ran off right after having her, leaving Mia to grow up hated by her Alpha father and Luna Helena. To make it worse, she never got a wolf. When she turned 19, Luna Helena told her she'd be sent to the border to become a military prostitute. Just when things seemed hopeless, the King of the North, Alpha Draven, showed up with an offer – become his exclusive plaything and no one would ever bully her again. But she must never fall in love with him. Mia signed the unfair contract and followed Draven to his kingdom. There, she'd become his most cherished woman and get tangled in even more danger and chaos. She'd uncover the truth about her mother, finding out the hidden power that she possessed. In the end, will she get to be with the noble king? Or is her destined mate actually someone else?

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

BLURB: 18+ Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content warning ⚠️ This collection contains graphic sexual content, including rough sex, big age gaps in relationships, and subjects that are considered taboo or wrong. If you are easily upset by dark, shocking, or extreme topics, this book is not for you. He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television. His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere. My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me. He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out. I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair. He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

In the Bloodmoon pack, omegas had two choices; breeding or death. Elena Graymoor managed to escape this fate by staying invisible. Until her 18th birthday, when the Montclair Alpha claimed her as his grand prize. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. Lukas Montclair is everything she fears, and the only thing standing between her and certain death. There's no lengths she wouldn't go for freedom, and that includes playing his game. But there's someone else…. Damien Montclair— The runaway prince, the shadow Alpha. And when their paths cross, she feels something she shouldn't have. Lukas doesn't share, especially not with a little brother who should have been dead. Every secret meeting with Damien risks both their lives. And every night tangled in Lukas's bed pulls her deeper into a web she can't escape. And when she finds out that her whole life has been a lie, that she was never an omega and her blood holds the power three packs would kill for, she has to choose; The Alpha who owns her, The shadow who wants her, Or the queen she was always meant to be.

Madison Suarez is a general surgeon in one of the biggest hospitals in the country. Her mother died after she was born and she was raised by her father in a country side and a far away town. After deciding to travel to the city to study, she left her father alone. When she was a child, she was forbidden to go outside of their house. Her father didn’t let her to play or even go to school. She was isolated from the world. When she decided to study medicine, she traveled to the city even though her father was against it and since then they never saw each other. Aleister is a 500-year-old superior vampire. His kinds are the ones who protects humanity from the immortal beings. He is an actor and also the son of the superior vampire leader. Meanwhile, Mallory is an actress and the leader of the inferior vampires or known as bad vampires. The two kinds of vampires have been enemies for generations. Madison’s life is about to turn upside down as she slowly discovers the hidden truth about her identity. She slowly discovered that she has a werewolf blood inside her. Her ordinary life started being tangled with the immortal world.

Stanley Hamilton and I were basically Southport's favorite hate-watch couple. For Elodie—my oh-so-perfect adopted sister—he wrecked my company and had my parents thrown in prison. I, in turn, drove Elodie to her death, making him watch as she jumped off a rooftop. Our forced marriage? Just a slow ride from mutual disgust straight into mutual destruction. Then came the car explosion. Stanley, who'd hated me forever, still used his last breath to shove me out of the blast. "Vivienne Weston, one lifetime tangled with you is enough. If there's a next one, let's never meet." He touched the tattoo of Elodie's name on his neck, smiling faintly as the flames took him. After he died, I wandered through life half-dead myself until illness finished the job. When I woke up in the past, staring at two betrothal contracts, I didn't hesitate—I picked the guy everyone swore was insane. Stanley and my dad? I handed them right back to Elodie. This time, I wanted no meetings, no memories, no strings. Ever again.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.

I never meant to kiss him. It was a stupid mistake—a reckless moment fueled by too much adrenaline and the thrill of a party I should never have been at. But when my lips brushed against his, the world stopped. His hands gripped my waist, his breath tangled with mine, and for a fleeting second, I forgot who he was. Liam Blackwood. My stepbrother. The guy who had tormented me since the day our parents married. The brooding, tattooed bad boy with a reputation that made girls weak in the knees. I should have pulled away. I should have screamed. Instead, I let him deepen the kiss, let his touch set my skin on fire. Now, we’re trapped in a dangerous game of stolen glances, whispered threats, and undeniable chemistry. Every moment alone is a ticking bomb. Every brush of his fingers makes me crave something I can’t have. He’s forbidden. Off-limits. But the way he looks at me? The way he makes me feel? It’s only a matter of time before we cross the line again. And this time, there will be no turning back.

Skylar’s entire life shattered the moment she walked into her bedroom and saw her husband, Farrow, tangled in the sheets with another woman. And her heart broke even more when she found out—that woman was Farrow’s fated mate. But as days turned into weeks, Farrow began to fade away; his vibrant spirit and sharp mind were nowhere to be found and he seemed to dote on his fated mate with an obsessive devotion that bordered on madness. Driven by suspicion, Skylar uncovered a dark truth: Farrow wasn’t bound by fate at all… he was in a powerful love spell, cast by the woman he believed to be his mate. The witch had manipulated him into a toxic relationship, feeding off his strength and breaking him down. Determined to save the man she once loved, Skylar vows to help Farrow break free from the spell’s grip. But forgiveness is a different matter entirely. Even when their wolves form a chosen mate bond, the memory of his betrayal lingers like a scar on her soul. Farrow may be free from the witch’s curse, but earning Skylar’s trust again? That’s a battle he might never win.

"Your father is the reason for my mother's suffering, her death." His red-speckled eyes were bright with fury as the tears streamed down her face. He leaned closer, "But somehow, even still, I'd rather die than give you up." •• She was without a wolf. He was born damned with one. Their bond was never meant to exist. Zorina Edgemont, the daughter of a very strict Alpha, has lived her life shadowed by shame. Her wolf never emerged, she had never been able to successfully shift, and the world branded her broken. When her father forces her into a marriage with a power-hungry brat, she makes a desperate escape, only to land herself in forbidden territory, a place where monsters hunt and no one ever comes back to relay the tales. She nearly doesn't. Until he finds her. Lux Argevent is everything she should withhold from, he is half-demon, half-werewolf, and wholly dangerous. He is a rogue, a supposed myth, and a threat. But when their eyes lock, everything changes. Now hunted by her own father and tangled in a bloodline war deeper than either of them envisaged, Zorina stands ready to be ruined by his passion.