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Book 1: One night. One mistake. One man I should have never touched. I lived in my sister’s shadow all my life, the overlooked daughter, the forgotten fiancée. Then she came home… with the man who once promised me forever. I didn’t know he was hers now. I didn’t plan to sleep with her ex. But the truth always finds its way out, along with the secret I’m carrying. He was mine first. Now he belongs to her… And I might be having my sister's ex's his baby. ********************************************** Book 2: Random Wetness (Started from Chapter 129): Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company. Now the same stranger from that night keeps showing up… touching me like he owns me… making me feel things I shouldn’t. Things that burn. Things that terrify me. Oh, and did I mention my new boss? Yeah, we hate each other. At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves. Will something crazy happen between us

I was a child who was born in a vocational school's toilet. To my mom, I was a stain in her life that she was given birth to after having her cherry popped by a delinquent when she was still young. I knew that Mom had been trying to kill me. Unfortunately, she hadn't succeeded so far. The first time she tried to get rid of me was when she decided to give birth to me in the toilet. It was a cold, winter month, yet she didn't give me anything warm to wear. The second time she attempted murder was when she got into grad school, which was based in the north. No one was around to take care of me, so she turned on the gas while holding me in her arms and clutching her train ticket. The third and last time happened when Mom was about to marry the man she loved. On the night before her wedding, she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she told me, "You're nothing but a burden. You ruined my life! "Do you know that I can only forget about all the pain and suffering you caused me after you die? Only then can I start a brand new chapter in my life!" I wiped Mom's tears off her face with my tiny hand. So, her wish was for me to die. On my birthday, my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That was when I finally received the first slice of birthday cake in my entire life. I didn't have the heart to eat it, so I made my wish solemnly. "I hope that I will die soon." I heard that birthday wishes often came true. That way, Mom would be very happy.

He is supposed to be my best friend—at least I have been seeing him as one—doing a lot of things with him together. We go to school together, share the same hobbies, and love the same sports. He is my day one, my buddy. Up until after the summer vacation when we started a new life in the same college as freshmen. That is when I discover that I have developed a soft spot for him, which accounts for the way I missed him during the summer vacation. I have never missed Liam like that. I mean, I do miss him but not compared to last summer. I wanted him around me and his image occupied my mind's eye. Starting college with a crush on my best friend is not an ideal way to begin the academic year. No matter how I try to suppress it by going on dates and accepting relationship proposals from guys, instead of it going away, it doubles. Worse still, he sees me as his buddy. He has never looked at me the way he looks at other girls. I know I am a bit of a tomboy. My other friends tell me that my dress sense is a bit masculine. I try changing my fashion sense but to no avail. Sadly, all I am to Liam is his day one bestie and buddy. I do not want to tell him about the feelings I have because I do not want to put our friendship in jeopardy. I had already given up hope Until the dare at one of my other friend's parties _ Evie. The dare for Liam to kiss me. The kiss opens another chapter; I would never have believed in my entire life to be possible—Liam actually likes me!

18+ WARNING: This story contains extreme explicit content, including non-consensual to consensual themes, breeding, public humiliation, degradation, taboo elements, rough anal, and graphic sexual acts. Not suitable for readers under 18. Proceed with caution - this is dark, filthy erotica with no redemption arc. I was always the extra daughter, unwanted, unseen, and disposable. While my sister Lia was cherished, I was the one they sold to save everything. On her wedding day, I became the bride instead. Veiled and silent, I was forced into Adrian Laurent’s bed, the cold, ruthless billionaire who had fallen for her picture. That night, he didn’t know it was me. Drunk and burning with lust, he pinned me down, ripped my wedding dress open, and fucked me like a man possessed. He buried himself deep inside me with every brutal thrust, groaning Lia’s name against my throat while I came apart beneath him, shattered by unwanted pleasure. The next morning, disgust replaced his hunger. Humiliated and blamed for a crime I didn’t commit, I became his invisible wife, used, ignored, and broken. He only used me to satisfy his cravings for sex, fucking me whenever he sees me in the house, ruthless forcing his dick in to my mouth and dipping it down my throat filling me up with his cum. After fucking me like a sex slave, I would catch him having soft sex with my sister like he was a puppy before her. Until the secret growing in my belly gave me the strength to run. Years later, I returned. Rich. Powerful. Untouchable. But the moment Adrian sees me again, and lays eyes on the children who carry his blood, his obsession ignites. He will never let me go again. And this time, he won’t be gentle

Everyone in the Blood Moon pack is whispering that Alpha Cassian Ward only allows his pack to spend ten dollars a day. Yes, ten dollars. It's not a pack tradition, nor a decree from the elders. The rule comes from his new financial planner, Mira Langford. Even as Luna, the moment they discover I've spent a single dollar more—on medicine, no less—they drag me out and whip me 20 times in public. By the second lash, my back splits open, blood soaking through my skirt. My personal maid, Elsie Quinn, throws herself forward, sobbing. "Stop, please stop! Luna Sutton is fragile! She won't survive this!" But Mira only lashes harder. "Alpha Cassian said 20 lashes for every extra dollar. Who dares defy him?" I clutch my belly and manage a whisper. "Bring Alpha Cassian here..." A while later, Cassian arrives with his entourage. When he sees the blood streaking down my back, a flicker of pity crosses his eyes. "Mira, that's enough." Tears brim in Mira's eyes. "You said everyone would answer to me when you brought me back. I haven't even begun to be strict, and you're already going back on your word?" With that, she turns to leave. Cassian catches her hand. "Fine. I won't interfere. Don't tire yourself. Let the guards finish it." As the whip strikes me again and again, a warm, sticky pool of blood forms under me. A caustic laugh escapes my lips as tears streak down my face and into my tangled hair. By the time Cassian remembers me the next morning and finally sends for a healer, Elsie is bent over my body, trembling with grief. "Luna Sutton, how could this happen? You're gone, and so is the pup."

"Ms. Smith, a complaint has been filed with HR. You have been accused of misusing your personal vehicle for unauthorized commercial activity." The administrative manager dropped a printed copy of the so-called joint complaint onto the desk, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. The company had decided to issue me a fine, placed a formal warning on my record, and revoked my performance bonus for this quarter. I stared at the handwriting on the complaint, then let out a short, incredulous laugh. I recognized it instantly. It was Selena Rogers. The same coworker who had been hitching rides with me to and from work every day for the past three years. It was all because of last night's storm. She had insisted I take a long detour to drive her to the mall so she could pick up her boyfriend, and I had said no. Then, in the break room, Selena's voice carried loud and clear. "Jennifer, I didn't have a choice. "We have to keep work and personal matters separate. The transportation stipend from the company isn't for you to make extra money." Around us, coworkers glanced over, whispering and pointing, as if they had completely forgotten how eager they once were to ask for a ride home. I took a slow breath. "Fine. I accept the company's decision." Then I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Mr. Wallace, I won't be renewing the lease on those two vans. "Yes. The ones that have been picking up and dropping off the admin and sales teams every day, free of charge." For three years, I had been the easygoing one, paying out of my own pocket every month to lease those vehicles so my coworkers could treat it as a perk. If that was now considered unauthorized business activity, then from this day on, everyone could figure out their own way to get to work.

To scrape together enough money for tickets home on New Year’s Eve, I took on a part-time job and accidentally entered a livestream where money was being thrown around. The boy on screen had fair skin and wore a high-end knit sweater, with a luxuriously decorated villa behind him. “It’s too boring being kept here. My sugar mommy gives me more money than I can spend. Let’s do some giveaways.” Excited, I grabbed several large cash drops in a row. The money for my girlfriend’s and my tickets was almost enough. Then the boy suddenly leaned close to the camera. “She keeps saying the tear mole under my eye looks like her boyfriend’s. What bad luck, sharing the same feature as some poor loser.” My fingers trembled. I had a tear mole in the exact same spot. A comment floated by: [How could a sugar mommy’s boyfriend be poor?] The boy sneered, running a hand through his hair. “She’s just playing around. Told him she’s a million in debt, and he’s dumb enough to work and help her pay it off.” My heart went cold. My girlfriend was also supposedly a million in debt. “The funniest part is, she just spent three days with me. When she left, I asked if she still had the energy to go be with him. “She said as long as she tells him she’s going to wash dishes at a barbecue place, that idiot will feel bad and go deliver food to make some extra money overnight.” Another big cash drop came in. I had enough now. My phone rang. Wren’s voice sounded tired as she said, “Aran, the ticket money isn’t enough… I made a little over two hundred dollars washing dishes. I’ll head home now.”

She was a drug he couldn’t live without. He was her mate, handpicked by the Moon Goddess. But even then, they couldn’t live in peace. Kieth Williams, infamous for his cutthroat tactics, had it all: looks, money, girls, and power. Anything he wanted would always be in his grasp. For him, Amelia Lockhart, a ferocious and ruthless soul, bowed her head, swallowed her pride, and retracted her sharp claws. But what did she get in return? News of his engagement to someone else? One piece of truth and the hope for a bright future and a loving home became nothing but a mere fantasy. Starting anew, she steeled her heart and decided to leave her unfaithful mate behind, disappearing without a trace. Kieth, who thought a mere contract could bind her to his side forever, was flabbergasted! She was his golden canary! How could he let her go? Her absence made him desperate, hurting him more than he had imagined. He frantically started looking for her, only to realize that there was more to the seemingly ordinary Amelia Lockhart than what met the eyes. ......... Kieth's POV: She is not...she couldn't be! How can she be a werewolf? They only exist in stories! Even if she is, then why is she so huge? And why is everyone bowing to her? Amelia's POV: I must have been blind to even give this man a chance! I am the majestic and dominant Female Alpha! I don't need any mate! Especially one so fickle and unfaithful! ………. Note: Curious about the story? Craving more chapters? Then, unlock bonus chapters! How? For every unique review (one review per person), I will release 1 bonus chapter. For every 10 gems, I will release 1 bonus chapter! Don’t forget to bless this story with the gems!

⚠️ ADULT CONTENT WARNING!!! This book is strictly for readers 18 and older. It contains highly explicit sexual content, taboo themes, and intense dominant/submissive dynamics. Proceed with caution. "You have no idea, do you, Melanie?" Her stepuncle murmured, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "Your stepdad’s been fantasizing about you for so fucking long, it’s practically making him sick. He’s been dying to ruin you." Her heart did a violent flip in her chest. She should have been completely mortified by the raw confession. She should have been disgusted that her stepdad was looking at her like a piece of meat, or that her stepuncle was casually talking about it in their family living room. But instead, a wave of liquid heat flooded her lower belly. Her traitorous, filthy cunt began pulsing with a wild, animalistic intensity, soaking through her thong in a desperate gush. She was so aroused it made her dizzy. DIRTY CUM-MANDMENTS is a collection of short, scorching adult stories about what happens when you crave the one thing you’re absolutely not supposed to have. Behind closed doors, powerful men are making the rules—and the women are finally tired of fighting the temptation to submit. Each story drops you right into a different forbidden setup. Think billionaire bosses trapping their sassy assistants in tight spaces where they can't run away. Think your ex-boyfriend’s intimidating dad looking at you with a hunger that makes your knees shake. Think a woman caught between multiple dominant men who have no intention of sharing her with the rest of the world, only with each other. Each chapter introduces a new "Daddy" who knows exactly what he wants, how to get it, and how to make her beg for more.

Cole McKnight is a disciplined, bodyguard hired by Senator Richard Irwin to protect his 23 years oldson, Ashton, after he begins receiving threats. Cole's impression of Ashton just another rich kid living off his father's money. But small moments reveal Ashton's depth and intelligence, Cole finds his professional mask slipping. When Cole is forced to move into Ashton's house for round-the-clock protection, the tension becomes unbearable. Charged conversations and stolen moments build a connection neither can deny. Cole is terrified not just of his job, but of the senator's power and what he could do to destroy Cole if he discovered his bodyguard had crossed the line. Everything changes when Marcus, Cole's contact and trusted ally, reveals the truth: the threats aren't random. Senator Irwin is involved in campaign finance fraud, embezzlement, and money laundering at the highest levels. The threats are leverage a way to keep him compliant. And Ashton is the point. Cole and Ashton flee to a safe house, their forced proximity finally breaking Cole's resolve. They become intimate, but the moment is shattered by armed attackers. Cole kills the intruders, but one injures Ashton before Cole takes him down. They ran to safe house not knowing it's compromised from the inside. The betrayal becomes clear in the final chapter: Marcus, the man Cole has trusted for years, has been working for the criminal the whole time He orchestrated every every plan, every moment of danger. When Marcus sends Ashton a photo of his father beaten in an industrial warehouse, he demands Cole bring Ashton to him—alone—or he dies. Cole's is No longer a bodyguard bound by professional ethics, he's a warrior. With Ashton's hand in his and backup secretly in place, he walks toward the warehouse, toward Marcus, toward a confrontation that will determine whether they survive