Every Weekend

She thought he was just her mysterious uncle by marriage — cold, dangerous, and untouchable. But one night changed everything. His world was built on blood and power, hers on innocence and dreams. Falling for him was forbidden… yet every glance, every touch, pulled her deeper into his dark empire. Can love survive in a world ruled by guns, secrets, and betrayal?

My story is like many others. A young alpha female, Izzabella Hale is rejected by her mate. forced to see him with another every day. Abused by her entire pack, allowed by her father the Alpha. Will running lead to her death or will it lead to freedom? There is a mystery to every story. Will she find her second chance? Or will she be a doomed soul?

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

He is selfish, arrogant, bloodthirsty, and super wealthy. The worst mistake any rogue could make is coming anywhere near his pack boundaries. Every werewolf knows about his hatred for rogues and every rogue knows to stay away from him. He was determined to kill every single rogue that come his way, and nothing was going to stop him, or so he thought. She's stunning. She's a solitary rogue. She has only one goal in life: to survive. She has no plans to find her mate. She simply wishes to mourn her pack's genocide for the rest of her life. Alena King is her name. What happens when the moon goddess decides to play sick games by mating Alena and Nathan? The same Alpha that is responsible for the death of her parents, sibling and every other member of her former pack. Fate truly has a twisted sense of humor.

Simone King An innocent, kind, sweet, honest, 19 year old girl. Who has a crush on a boy since she was 15 years old. She always has a smile on her face even though she's broken inside. Her smile would always brighten up your mood. He never noticed her, until one day. Or so she thought. Andrew Knight. A 20 year old badboy. The son of a multi-milionaire. A playboy who changes girls every week like he changes his clothes. Every boy wants to be like him and every girl wants to be with him. He's got the looks every girl dreamed of. But his eyes sets on only one 'weird' girl. What will happen when a good girl's world and a bad boy's world collide? Will they end up thogether? Or will they part ways? Find more about these two.

“Spread for me," he growled, his fingers teasing her wet and eager folds. “I… I can’t…” Celeste whispered, shivering, her body betraying her with every desperate twitch. “Yes, you can,” he hissed, pressing harder, dragging a fingertip through her slick heat. “Show me… how wet, how hungry you are for me.” Celeste never expected her stepbrother to ignite a fire she couldn’t control. Every accidental touch, every heated glance left her trembling, yearning for him in ways both thrilling and forbidden. When Jace invaded her space, teasing, daring, and dominating, she was pushed to the edge. Desire coiled low, nerves screamed, and every inch of her ached to be claimed and filled by the one man she shouldn’t want. Forbidden, dripping, and utterly consuming, this was a craving that shouldn’t exist, yet she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, resist.

For centuries, the bloodlines of witches and werewolves have been shackled by a curse born of jealousy and vengeance. Shiloh, a hybrid enchantress scorned by Prince Kane, condemned their descendants: no witch and wolf of their line could ever fulfill their love. Every attempt would bring death to themselves or to those they held most dear. Generation after generation, Amindas and Kians have loved in secret, longed in silence, and died without ever uniting. Now, the last of their line faces the same cruel fate. Kian, heir to the Alpha throne, is strong, noble, and bound by duty—but none of it can temper the fire he feels for Aminda, the Witch Supreme. Aminda, brave and resolute, carries the weight of centuries on her shoulders, knowing that every stolen moment with Kian risks bloodshed, heartbreak, and doom. Their love is undeniable, but it is also forbidden, haunted by the lives of every ancestor who perished longing for the same impossible union. And yet, enemies lurk, plotting to ensure the curse endures. Alister and Fiorella manipulate shadows and bloodlines, intent on driving the lovers apart, while the curse itself tightens like a noose around their hearts. Centuries of sorrow whisper in every glance, every touch. Will Aminda and Kian finally break the cycle—or will they, too, be condemned to a lifetime of longing, separated by the distance that has doomed their ancestors?

Not every fantasy is gentle. Not every desire plays by the rules. Some pleasures are dangerous. And these stories? They come with teeth. Behind closed doors and under tight sheets, women surrender to the hunger they’re not supposed to have… and the men who know exactly how to feed it. From a gynecologist who crosses the line with a patient who wants more than a check-up… To a reverend’s wife who falls for a man she sees every Sunday and sins with every chance she gets… To a virgin student who learns her first lesson in the back office of her lecturer… To a nanny who becomes the one thing her boss can’t resist… This isn’t about love. This is about lust… raw and dripping. Forbidden romance. Unholy cravings. So if you’re looking for soft kisses and fairy tale endings… Turn back now. But if you’re ready for something that makes you squirm in your seat… If you want stories you’ll replay in your head long after the last line… Then go ahead. Open the book.

Desire is dangerous when the walls are transparent. 23 year old august has nothing but charm and bad decisions to his name. He recklessly accepts a job in a glass mansion. A house full of luxury and fountains but hums with secrets. Every moan travels like a confession, everywhere feels watched. Lucien prefers to watch from the shadows, drawing august into the house’s erotic trap. But There’s one person that wants August too. In a world of seduction, secrets and surveillance, august must decide what he wants. In a house of glass, every secret is one display, and every sin is magnified.

It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me. Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back. I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control. What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us. And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone. Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.