Emperor Steel

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

After a brutal humiliation turns Aria Collins into the campus joke, she decides revenge isn’t enough—she wants power. And the fastest way to get it is by stealing the one thing her enemy wants most. Zane Parker. The problem? Aria has no idea how to make a guy like him notice her. So she makes a reckless offer to the four most dangerous boys on campus—the Steel brothers… who are now her stepbrothers. At dinner, she slides a paper across the table. “I want sex education.” Reed’s slow grin spreads across his face. “You want us to teach you?” “Yes,” Aria says calmly. “Okay then, Spread your legs, Aria.” His tone left no room for argument, and my heart stuttered at the command. Jasper released my hand, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Now touch yourself,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Show us how well you’ve learned this first lesson.” My fingers trembled as I reached down, my mind spinning as I tried to process what was happening. Reed’s voice was a murmur near my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “Good girl, finger yourself harder. Let us see.” I couldn’t look at them, couldn’t meet their eyes. My fingers brushed against myself hesitantly, and a small gasp escaped my lips as sensation sparked through me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also…hot between my legs. Cole stepped closer, his hand hovering near mine as if to guide me. “Press harder,” he instructed, his hot words making me feel hotter. “Oh baby girl.. You are coming.”

“On all fours, baby. Now crawl to Daddy,” His velvety voice filled me with need as I dropped on my knees and crawled to him. "What do you want,gumdrop?" A dark look of lust settled over his face and I tried not to shiver at the sudden chill that ran through me. "I want you to f**k me." I swallowed hard as thrills of pleasure coursed through my body.My eyes flitted up to meet his grey orbs again, they were burning with hunger and a dark fire. "Fast and hard.”A soft whimper escaped my lips as he reached for me. “That's my good girl.” ** ** ** ** Zella Carmichael spent years harboring a secret crush on the ruthless billionaire, Isaiah King—her godfather and her father’s best friend—while pretending it was nothing more than a silly dream. So when his charming son swept her off her feet, it felt like fate offering her a safer version of the man she could never have. But fate had other plans. Just days before her engagement to Isaiah’s son, Isaiah steps in with a truth that wrecks her world: for the next 360 days, she is his. Zella believed her father gave her away to protect her from Isaiah’s threats, however she was far from the truth. Behind Isaiah’s cold steel eyes hides a man who has always been obsessed with her. And behind her father’s words lies secrets so dark, it will wreck her world. Zella is pulled into a world of passion, twisted secrets, power play, sizzling lust and betrayal. Trapped between the boy who once loved her and the man she was never meant to want… who will get her in the end—father or son? When dark shattering secrets come to light, will their love survive?

Harley Gibson is a strictly by-the-book homicide detective with an impressive conviction rate. She is also living a dangerous double life. In the human world, she is respected for her skill at always getting her perp. However, in her native werewolf world, she is on the run, being hunted by the Lycan king, who also happens to be her sperm donor. To Lycan Ian Steel, his only daughter is only a means to an end. Harley doesn't know, but she was destined from birth to become one of the highly sought guardians of Sauther Lake. Ian always had. He killed his mate, Harley's mother, to keep her from taking their daughter back to the lake, where she would be protected from him turning her into his assassin. With divine intervention, Harley escaped Ian's pack. For a while, she stayed under her father's radar by changing her last name and never staying in one place for too long. She became too comfortable in LA after being promoted to homicide detective at the prestigious Santa Monica Police Department. After years of searching for his wayward daughter, Ian finally finds her and pulls out his big gun. Bounty hunter Nicholas Reins is to bring her back. Ian uses his mafia ties to get Nick into the police department under the ruse that he is an FBI agent sent to help Harley solve a high-profile murder case, making national news. Only Ian doesn't know that he also has ties to the syndicate committing the string of murders his daughter is investigating. Nick may be a ruthless huntsman, but the Lycan Princess will soon show him she isn't his usual bounty. Together, they will uncover the truth about her past, their future, solve the 'Anacapa Island' murders, and take down two of the mafia's bosses.

I was married to one of the city's richest billionaires, but inside his home, I was just a ghost. Damian never once looked at me with love. Never did he touch me with kindness. He didn't see me as a woman, or even a person. I was just… a stand-in. A stand-in while he waited for someone else to come and my heart broke in silence. But the day he walked into our home with his first love, Vanessa, hand in hand it finally broke for good. I found my strength and I placed a signed divorce papers on his desk. Damian scoffed, his eyes cold. “You’ll regret this. You’ll crawl back. Women like you always do.” I thought he was right. I thought I had no one, nowhere to go, and nothing to live for. Until the black car stopped in front of me. That night, three powerful men stepped out, calling me by a name I didn’t even know was mine. Adrian Valehart, a ruthless tycoon whose eyes were as sharp as steel and silenced a room. Nathaniel Valehart, the cold, brilliant lawyer who never lost a case. And Leo Valehart, the superstar adored by millions. They told me I was, their long-lost sister, the only daughter of a billionaire family. I thought they were wrong. But when Adrian gave me shares worth billions, Nathan vowed Damian would walk away with nothing but shame. Leo wrapped his arm around me and declared to the world, “This is my sister, my one and only.” Everything changed And Damian… Damian refuses to let go. He came crawling back, begging for a second chance. “Please, give me another chance,” he said. But my three overprotective brothers wouldn't let him touch me and his pride will not die quietly.

Millicent Andrews never expected her life to collapse right before her twenty-first birthday. One moment she’s a wife, a best friend, a girl with a future… and the next, she’s staring at her husband Brian Vel in bed and tangled in her best friend’s arms, the betrayal slices her open in ways she can’t begin to stitch shut. The divorce is brutal and the humiliation is even worse. With nowhere else to go, Milli returns to her mom’s house with her sick son. She reopens her small, struggling photo studio, just in time to learn the entire building has already been bought by Damon Hale, a forty-seven-year-old billionaire with a reputation colder than the steel hotels he builds. Damon wants the land, but Milli refuses to give up the last piece of her life that hasn’t been stolen from her. Their fight become heated, and combustible, until he makes her an offer she should never accept: marry him for one year to soothe his mother, live under his roof, follow his every rule…and in return, he’ll save the studio, every shop on the block and her sick son gets the best treatment possible, but she does. They hate each other and they’re nothing alike. The contract is supposed to keep their worlds separated, but forced proximity has sharp fangs. Meanwhile, Brian returns, desperate and regretful, determined to pull Millicent back into his life. While she tries to outrun her past, she discovers a painful truth about her own bloodline that changes everything she thought she knew, all while discovering Damon's darkest secret. What happens to their paper tie, when he discovers she knows the truth who he really is?

Alpha Kai's Son. My father's shadow still dominates the BloodCrest Pack I'm trying to lead; even becoming Alpha didn't change a damn thing. So I take my anger out on any poor bastard put in the steel ring with me. It calms me, but only for a few hours; because blood-red rage follows me everywhere I go. It follows me into the cage the night I'm pitted against an opponent half my size. An opponent with a bigger chest than your average gym buff. A woman... I think I'm doing the right thing by refusing the fight because I know this woman will meet Death at my hands. That is, until my wolf growls the word I never expected to hear in the middle of a fight. MATE. With a name as sweet as her scent and a right hook to match, I know I can't accept Cherie as my mate. Not with the beast I inherited from my tainted bloodline - a Lycan with a thirst for blood… So do I reject sweet Cherie to protect her, or do I indulge in the whims of my beast and claim her? * Cherie I didn't expect to meet my mate when I decided to step into that ring that night. But the second my wolf recognized its mate, I knew it wouldn't be over. Creed Volkov is every bit as terrifying as they say, but I won't allow myself to be bullied by another man. I've come here to win; I NEED to win in order to protect those close to me. Running away from Creed seems like the logical choice, I find myself in that ring with him again. Why can't I bring myself to say the Rejection Vow? And why am I suddenly having dreams about a red-haired woman?

"You think you can hunt us in our own territory, little star?" Cain's voice is velvet wrapped around steel as he and his brothers flank me in the shadowy alley. "We know exactly who you are." I was a cop. Then my brother's mutilated corpse turned up in a ditch and every piece of blood-soaked evidence screamed the Vultures MC's name. Three ruthless brothers who ruled through fear, pain, and absolute dominance. So I dyed my hair blonde, erased my identity, and walked straight into the devil's den. Their bar. Their territory. Their world of sin and savagery. I'd destroy them from within or die trying. But nothing prepared me for Cain's predatory stare that strips me bare with a glance. Or Jax's twisted smile that promises delicious torment. Or Ryder's brutal hands that pin me against cold brick while his breath burns against my neck, whispering dark threats that make my body betray every principle I've ever held. Now I'm drowning in their intoxicating darkness. Leather, blood, and raw masculine hunger that consumes everything in its path. They're marking me, claiming me, breaking me down piece by piece until I can't remember who I was before them. When I finally uncover the shocking truth about my brother's murder, everything I believed shatters. The real killer has been hiding in plain sight, and now I'm caught between two deadly worlds. My oath as a cop and my surrender to these beautiful monsters. But when the lines blur between justice and vengeance, between duty and desire, how far will I fall before I lose myself completely?

After dying in prison from experimentation, I had gone back in time 2 years before my death. My faith in the Imperial Family, my affection for my own family, they can all go to hell! For that goal, I seek the second prince of this Empire, Azazel von Elysian for cooperation. "I will help you become the Emperor. In return, make me your Empress. I want everyone to be at my feet." With this agreement, we were bound by a bond where we would crush the Empire to create anew. I will make him the perfect Tyrant. - "Verena, tell me what you desire. I'll give it to you with all my heart." He whispered softly to my ear while holding me from behind, as if to lock me in his embrace forever. "Why are you asking me when we have already reached our goals?" He tighten his embrace, burying his head onto my shoulder. "... Please forget I asked." As time passes, he has developed a strong attachment to me, bordering on obsession. "Please don't abandon me... If you do, I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide, shiver ran down my spine as I unconsciously stepped back because of his threat. That Tyrant Emperor that I created is kneeling on the floor in front of me, the one who has used him. As if he's child who would be abandoned by his parents. I thought he would hate me at the least, but he turned into a crazy, obsessive tyrant that followed my wishes. He wouldn't let me escape his golden cage that he created for me. "If you're going to hell, Verena, bring me along with you." - Warning : The story contains adult content such as violence, consumption of heavy drinks, illegal drugs, blood and murder. Readers who are uncomfortable with the content, it's recommended not to read.

BLURB I came into the Moonbridge pack with only one mission in mind: Make the Alpha triplets pay for the death of my parents. All these started Many years ago, the human clan and the wolf clan were at odds. In order to prevent further loss of life, our emperor compromised. At every eighteenth year interval, any young lady about to turn eighteen or is eighteen would be sent to serve the Alpha of the wolf clan. But I wasn't ready to back down and let history determine my fate, I would kill the Alphas regardless of any situation. But now, fate made a cruel joke on me, I became the Alphas' human mate, tied to them by a dangerous bond, one that draws me closer to them regardless of the hatred I have for them. Now I am not sure if I could bring myself to kill the ones that stole my heart. **** “Little vixen! How many times do I have to tell you, you can't do anything to us." Scott said, as his hands parted my thigh, sliding in between, causing my back to ache backwards. “She hasn't learnt her lesson yet!" Seth added, his breath hot against my skin, peppering kisses all over my neck. I bit my lower lips tightly to keep myself sane. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction they needed. I forced myself to swallow the moan that threatened to spill out of my mouth. “I will have my way Alphas’ you better be careful….” I hadn't even finished as Sage sprang forward and sealed my words, claiming my lips possessively. He pulled out suddenly gasping for air, his gaze locked on mine, as his eyes kept searching mine. “We will see about that Vixen, who exactly needs to be careful."