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My name is Freya. And, I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. ----- Freya Vaughn was the pathetic fragile girl no one wanted— but when the only man she ever loved cheats on her, steals her inheritance, and sells her into a nightmare, Freya discovers a shocking truth: she is no weak human, but a suppressed werewolf tied to the most powerful Alphas in the land… Only problem is the Alphas absolutely hate her. After being sold to the two gorgeous but rival Alpha kings Ronan and Killian Solaris—men who hate her and are determined to punish her for the sins of her bloodline—Freya is thrust into a world of cruelty, desire, and betrayal. Yet her wolf refuses to bow. Now hunted, rejected, and torn between two ruthless fated mates who refuse to claim her, Freya must rise from pawn to queen, and unleash a vengeance that will burn everyone who dared to break her. Because this time… the pitiful girl has claws and she is back for revenge.

I saw my college roommate send a voice message into a group chat. I watched his screen as our four other roommates responded. However, there were no notifications on my phone. That was when I realized the five of them had created a group without me. In that group, they complained about me being a dumb rich kid, cursed my mom for being a homewrecker, and secretly took nude photographs of me. They were even planning to drug me and give me to a older rich woman for her entertainment. I covered all their meals, drinks, and living expenses, yet they dared to betray me? Fine. I would show them the true rage of a trust fund kid!

Get your fingers and vibrators ready!! This collection of steamy, erotic short stories is guaranteed to bring your wildest fantasies to life. Remember, it's PG 18... There will be blood play, choking, whipping, bondange, affair with step families and friends, lust, BDSM, pure love, dark fantasies and role plays... #WARNING: Do not read this book in public!! Dive into this book with caution, baby oil and your wild imagination. See you at the other side!

Hayden Baxter's sidepiece comes up to me and throws yet another tantrum. "I love Hayden too much. Can't you let me have him?" Hayden sits quietly on one side but texts me, "Just say yes and humor her for a bit." I do as I am told, then wordlessly begin to pack up my stuff so I can move out of the home I share with Hayden. On my way out, I hear his friends jesting, "Elena is surprisingly obedient. Does this mean she'll abort her baby if you ask her to, Hayden?" Hayden raises a brow, looking nonchalant. "Want to place a bet on it? "I bet she'd whine and throw a fit at the hospital entrance in a week, only to give in and do as she's told." I don't argue. Instead, I quietly tap on my conversation with someone else. "Will you marry me?" "Yes."

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

When the moon rises, the line between the beast and man doesn't just blur, it breaks. These are stories of alphas who take what they want and give you everything you never knew you needed. Raw heat. Primal hunger. The kind of surrender that tastes like release. Innocence devoured. Control shattered. Pleasure so deep, you'll lose yourself and not want to be found. No warnings. No escape. No regrets.

In a lavish mansion, innocent 19-year-old maid Lila catches her boss, Mr. James, in a forbidden moment of self-pleasure. What begins as shock ignites into a dangerous, addictive affair as he claims her body in secret risky encounters while his wife Isabelle remains in the dark.

“You’ve been imagining me doing this to you, huh, toy? Making you scream and cum?” he taunted, his fingers fucking me harder, his grip unrelenting. They shouldn’t want it. They shouldn’t do it. But they always do. This collection dives deep into the dirtiest corners of desire, obsession, control, and the thrill of being caught. Every story pushes boundaries, blurring lines between danger and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, power and surrender. The women in this book want to be fucked in every hole to cum relentlessly and fucked till they have cum dripping down their legs. Make Me Wet is dark, explicit, and unapologetically filthy, a forbidden fantasy you’ll wish was real. So sit back, relax and of course get wet!

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️ This is an EROTICA Collection, 18+ only. Do not read if you're below that age. --- "You’re so warm,” he muttered, his hands gripping my waist as I began to move. A shudder ran through me as the rhythm built, my fingers clutching his shoulders for support while I rocked forward and back. “Fucking hell… you’re so good,” he groaned, pulling me closer. I leaned forward slightly, my hands resting beside his neck as I held onto him. “You like that?” I asked softly, my voice shaky. “You know I do,” he replied with a smirk. I moved again, slowly finding a rhythm, my breathing growing heavier with each movement. His hands tightened around my waist as the tension between us grew stronger. “We’re just getting started,” he whispered in my ear.