Elizabeth Kolbert Author

For seven years, Elara has been on the run. Moving every few months, hiding her powerful witch blood, and shielding her younger brother, Orion, has become her miserable existence. The only thing she knows for sure is that her luck is fading. When an anonymous, blood-written note forces her into the fastest escape of her life, she is suddenly abandoned by the one person she swore to protect. Alone and vulnerable, she falls straight into the clutches of the most dangerous, wicked males in the supernatural world. Kaelen, Lysander, and Xavier are the ruthless lords of the Penumbra Syndicate, a Fae, a wolf shifter, and a vampire. They are cursed by an enchantress to find their one true love before a magical hourglass drains the last of its red liquid, condemning them to eternal torment. They are convinced the beautiful witch they’ve captured is the very woman who hexed them. Chained in their opulent mansion, Elara fights for her life even as she’s overwhelmed by a searing, impossible attraction to her three captors. As the clock ticks down, the men must decide: is Elara the wicked enemy who ruined their lives, or the fated soulmate who can finally save them all?

"You’re not my mate," he said, loud enough for the whole pack to hear. "You’re just an omega. Nothing more." He didn’t reject me. Not officially. That would have been too easy. No, Kade left the bond burning between us, torturing me with every breath I took. He touched other women in front of me. He smiled at them, whispered things against their throats, while I stood there, aching, pretending I didn’t care.

Six years ago, Elara Wynters lost everything in a single night— her husband, her home, and her dignity as a wife. Before another woman and a baby that wasn’t hers, her husband, Liam Ashford, looked her straight in the eyes and said coldly: “I don’t know her.” That single sentence erased the entire life they had built together. Broken and bleeding inside, Elara walked away without looking back. But in her departure, she carried with her three small reasons to keep living.

Leaxandra Pisce's arranged marriage pushes her to attend the mating ball held in the Lycan's domain and make fantasies with any other man in hopes of cancelling the engagement. Although, instead of hoping to enter the bed chambers, she was lured towards the cell of a convict and had resulted in taking responsibility by becoming his redemption for that night. Years later after the incident, Leaxandra, suffers from severe memories lost, and instead, has been devoting her life as the Luna she never wanted to become. Her loyalty chained in recognizing the Lycans as her greatest nemesis. But what happens when the very convict she had spent a night with seven years ago turns out to be Caius Raedan - the King who's been laying low and yearning for the lost wolf whom he believed was his claim? How will Leaxandra face him? Would she even recognize him in the first place? Moreover, with his familiar touches awakening her desires, will she even maintain her stand once he surrounds her with the temptations of him?

Warning: This book contains sexual contents that are not suitable for those under 18🔞🔞. Please proceed with caution. He was supposed to be a one-night stand. Now I’m holding a gun to his head and I still want to kiss him. I’m a hitman. Flirty, unhinged, and hired to kill the cold, powerful mafia boss I’ve been obsessed with for months. But the moment I see him again, shirtless and smug, everything falls apart. Instead of pulling the trigger, I give him a warning. Now we’re hunting down the person who ordered the hit while trying to keep our hands off each other. He’s dangerous. I’m worse. And between the bullets, betrayals, and bedroom threats… I still don’t know if I want to kiss him or kill him.

"Bear my child. I'll give you two million. Then leave." - Cameron Silvestre. A deal sealed her fate. All she had to do was give him an heir, take the money and disappear. No strings. No attachments. No future. But the moment Charity saw her baby's eyes, she broke the deal. She ran away. She hid. She stole the one thing Cameron Silvestre would never give up—his blood. And the Mafia Lord always takes back what's his. When he finds her, there will be no mercy. Only obsession.

“Never forget, baby” she hissed, lips inches from mine, “you’re mine. You belong to me and only me. And I don’t fucking share what’s mine.” --- Stanley is just a broke college nerd working two jobs to survive. She’s the Bratva Queen who flew across continents just to meet the boy she was promised—only to tell him he couldn’t have her. But the moment she saw him, everything changed. Now, she needs him. Wants him. Even if he fights. Even if she has to break him. And Stanley? He’s nothing but a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand… What can he do?

She underwent a death experience—at the hands of the family she cared for most, who then sold her off. At eight years old, Seraphina Valeza was adopted from an orphanage by the Hawthorne family, a run-down third-rate family in Lunada City. She lived for fifteen years there, always careful, thankful for a house that was not her home. She was an excellent student, kept her sufferings to herself, and obeyed them in return for their "kindness." When the Hawthorne family was on the verge of bankruptcy, they chose survival over conscience. Seraphina was forced to marry Julian Moreau, the heir of a second-rate elite family. The marriage was hell. Behind closed doors, Julian humiliated her, controlled her every move, and crushed her dignity. In public, she was paraded as a trophy wife; in private, she was nothing more than a disposable tool. Once Julian seized full control of the Hawthorne family, Seraphina lost even her last value. With no way out, she resorted to suicide. But destiny wanted otherwise and gave her another chance. She found herself in the same spot as she was on the day of her marriage. This time she did neither crying nor begging. Instead, she smiled and switched the groom. In front of stunned guests, Seraphina walked past Julian and stopped before a man sitting casually at the banquet table, dressed out of place and enjoying the food as if the wedding had nothing to do with him. Lucien Cross. The annoying guy she constantly quarreled with in college. The man who cried while carrying her dying body in her past life. The one whose love she came to realize onlqy when it was too late. This time, Seraphina will not let him go. And all those who wronged her will be punished, without exception.

Nico tightened the belt around my neck, leaned down, and pressed himself against me, thrusting into my body. The lack of oxygen intensified all my sensations; I gasped for breath, trying to escape. He thrust deeper and harder, pain and pleasure spreading up my spine, a tingling sensation leaving me weak and collapsing onto the bed. "Can you feel it, my baby?" Another heavy blow, his hand slapping mercilessly against my forced, upturned buttocks. "This is my declaration of ownership over your body." I closed my eyes, enduring his continued penetration, sharp pleasure erupting from that point that threatened to utterly break me. He moved closer, his fingers wiping away the tears on my face. "Your body, your soul, belong to me." Three days after my boyfriend Nikolai disappeared, my life completely collapsed. When I saw him again, I wasn't greeted by the usual warm embrace; Nico Moretti saw me as the murderer of his twin brother. But the punishment I silently endured gradually took a turn for the worse. "If you want to hurt her, then step over my dead body." "Nico, I'm pregnant."

When those you trust betray you, trading your freedom to settle their debts, you’re thrust into a world you never imagined. That’s how I found myself entangled with Damian—a man whose life is steeped in authority, peril, and hidden truths. As I navigate this unchosen path, I sense layers of my fate yet to be unveiled. The deeper I delve, the clearer it becomes: control is slipping through my fingers. And Damian? He is far more formidable than I ever anticipated… But is he truly my adversary, or could he be something else entirely?