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Samson Carroll's father, who is the CEO of Carroll Group, is hospitalized, and my sister decides to return to the hospital to work as a nurse. She throws herself into the role—donating blood, helping with emergencies, and keeping watch at his bedside around the clock. Soon, everyone's calling her a hero in scrubs. One night, she blocks the hospital room's security camera. She plans to kill the patient and forge a will so that Samson will marry her. I tell her it's too dangerous. The Carrolls are an influential family with deep pockets and powerful connections, after all. A few kind words and a forged will aren't enough to sway them. But she lashes out at me, calling me an idiot. She says that everyone in Jansbury knows Samson does whatever his father tells him to do. I drag her home, still trying to talk sense into her. "The Carroll family has ties to both the authorities and the underworld. They're untouchable," I explain. "If Samson finds out you lied to him, the consequences are unimaginable." Halfway home, she grows increasingly agitated. "Tonight was my only chance, and you ruined it! You're just jealous I'm about to become a rich man's wife! Go to hell!" Then, in a fit of rage, she shoves me into an open manhole by the side of the road. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the night I brought her dinner at the hospital.

According to company policy, anyone who achieves the feat of being the top salesperson for three years in a row will receive a thousand-square-foot apartment as a bonus. To achieve this goal, I work day and night, chasing every order I can find. But once I finally meet the criteria, I'm told that the policy has been abolished. Saul Hurst, my direct superior, brushes me off with a bonus of 500 dollars instead. Smirking at me, he says, "Being good at sales is all well and good, but you still need to improve your understanding of the company's rules and values. "Young people need to stay humble and know their place. Don't keep trying to show off. It isn't good to constantly hog the spotlight." I don't lose my temper. Instead, I manage to stay unusually calm as I took the "massive bonus" I got in exchange for three years of hard work. Two days later, our company headquarters conducts its annual sales evaluation. When one of our clients offers me a sales deal worth eight million dollars, I turn it down on the spot. After all, I believe that part of what it means to be professional is to do as my superior says. Since I'm supposed to stay humble and know my place, I've chosen to keep a low profile and not do anything that puts me under the spotlight. Besides, even if our branch fails to meet the total sales target, I'm not the one who's going to be held accountable for that.

I thought about him again today. God, I'm so fucked up. I want my brother to ruin me. I want his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, his name the only word I can remember when he's done with me. I want him to push me against a wall and take everything I've been begging him for in the dark. The worst part? He's not even really my brother. I found out the night I came home, hospital mix-up, swapped at birth, the daughter they raised isn't the daughter they made. Which means Damien Nightbane, the man who's haunted my dirtiest fantasies since I was eighteen, the man whose touch makes me wet and desperate and insane... he's not off-limits anymore. Except he is. Because he raised me. Protected me. Watched me grow up. And I spent two years running from the way his eyes follow me, from the tension that crackles between us, from desires so shameful I can only confess them to a stranger online. A stranger who knows exactly what I want. A stranger who tells me my fantasies aren't wrong. A stranger who makes me feel seen in ways no one else ever has. I should have known better. Should have realized that the man who whispers dark promises through a screen and the man who grips my shoulders too tight in hallways might be the same person. But by the time I figured it out, his hands were already on me. And Damien Nightbane doesn't let go of what's his. Warning: This is a dark, explicit romance featuring a possessive, obsessive billionaire and the woman he's been waiting years to claim. Contains mature themes, explicit content, and a "brother" who's definitely NOT playing nice.

Sacred. Holy. Devoted. The Garden of Eden. Thousands of fairies would use any sort of magic to protect the garden and the fittest of them all must hold the title of the Fairy Goddess. Bloodlust. Hunting. Feeding. Everything about the vampires who's been blending in with the humanity for thousands of years now. And to live for eternity, one must meet the serpent in the Garden of Eden. What would happen if the light world of fairies and the dark life of vampires collided due to mistake made by their new generations?

She was a well loved princess, who fell in a forbidden love with a prince. There worlds decided but they wanted to bring peace. He was a merman, one who hand control of all 4 elements. She was a mer/fairy hybrid with the gift of magic. A terrible decision leaves her memory less in the human realm. He though her dead and gives up on life. When they reunite, will they remember each other?Or will there heart broken lives sweep them further away? *Cover was not created by me. Another Author created it and she did a fantastic job. They asked there name not be mentioned.*

My CEO wife, Cassandra Solis, has high hopes for me. In fact, she has drafted an elite training program for me. I have to work over 20 hours a day, finish every meal within 3 minutes, and spend no more than a minute in the restroom. "Honey, elites must achieve what normal people can't. Only when you become a true elite can I entrust the company to you." I can feel the major responsibility weighing down on my shoulders. Every day, I devote everything I have to work. Five years later, I've successfully taken the company public. I've also completed Cassandra's hardcore training program. But at the end-of-the-year gala, Cassandra hands over the position of the Executive Vice President—the same one that she's promised to me—to her newly-recruited assistant. Upon noticing my displeasure, Cassandra explains to me smilingly while holding a bouquet of flowers, "Oh, silly you! Having a completely useless boss is the final trial I've set up for you! Once you've completed this trial, I can finally hand the company to you!" But lines of text suddenly flash across my vision. "Oh, poor Harvey! He still has no idea that Cassandra has been training him just so he can earn more money in order to clear off Xavier's debt! Not only that, but she also steals the position Harvey has been longing for and gives it to Xavier! Cassandra really has crossed a line this time!" "You're being too dramatic. Cassandra is just paying Xavier back for his benevolence. She feels guilty for what she's done to Harvey, you know. Once she's done paying back her debt to Xavier, she'll pay attention to Harvey once again and live happily ever after with him." I'm stunned by what I see. Is this the actual purpose behind the elite training program? I'm about to pull out the terminal cancer diagnosis report, but I quickly stuff it back into my pocket. It's a shame that I'm about to die. I suppose that I can't live long enough to see that day.

Content Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut. "Whose touch made you tremble the hardest tonight?" Alaric's voice was a low snarl as he gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Yours," she gasped, her voice wrecked from screaming. "Alpha, please..." Aiden's fingers dug into her hips as he slammed back inside her, rough and unrelenting. "Liar," he growled against her spine. "She begged for mine." "Should we make her prove it?" Archer said, his fangs grazing her throat. "Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she's earned our knots." She was trembling, dripping, used—and all she could do was moan, "Yes, please. Use me again." And they did. Like they always do. Like they can't help it. Like she belongs to all three of them. *** Melina Voss had one plan: steal the plant and disappear. She didn't plan to stay. She didn't plan to be caught. She definitely didn't plan for them. Broke and desperate, with nowhere else to turn, Melina infiltrates the Howlington Estate under a stolen identity. She has forty-eight hours to complete her mission before anyone discovers she doesn't belong. But everything changed when she met them. Alaric. Aiden. Archer. And what she doesn't know is that they already know, And that they even made preparation for her arrival. *** Three identical Alpha Kings, Plagued by a mysterious family curse, Every sixteenth day of the month, they nearly lose themselves to the beast within. Melina was supposed to be just another face in the crowd, another maid. But something changed the moment she walked through their doors. Now they want her marked, claimed, possessed. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One thief. No fate. Just possession. The more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

She came to steal a plant. She left utterly destroyed and completely his. Aria Chen is a brilliant hacker, underground artist, and medical prodigy — but none of it can save her dying mother from a rare disease with only one cure: Vitalis Radix, a nearly extinct medicinal plant cultivated exclusively on billionaire CEO Damien Blackwood's private estate. Desperate and out of time, Aria does the unthinkable. She infiltrates his mansion as a maid under a false identity, planning to steal the plant and vanish. Get in. Get the plant. Get out. Until she meets him. Damien Blackwood is power incarnate — ruthlessly intelligent, devastatingly handsome, and dangerously observant. When he makes her his personal maid, Aria thinks she's found perfect access. She has no idea he's been waiting. He knows exactly who she is. And his punishment won't come from police or prosecution — it comes in whispered commands, in his hands claiming every inch of her virgin body, in a world of dark eroticism she never knew existed. She becomes addicted. To his touch. His dominance. The obsession that makes her question everything she came for. When he finally catches her in the greenhouse, the confrontation is explosive. "Did you really think I didn't know? You played your game, Aria. Now it's time for mine." Betrayal. Rage. And a passion that blurs every line. READER WARNING — Dark Erotic Romance: virgin awakening, dominant/possessive hero, power dynamics, morally gray characters, sex toys, punishment scenarios, exhibitionism, explicit content, and intense emotional angst. GUARANTEED HEA — but the journey is dark, twisted, and absolutely filthy. "Welcome to Blackwood Estate — where every rule is meant to be broken, every boundary pushed, and love is the most dangerous game of all."

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. The most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Eve Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Eve wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Undressed by the Mafia Lord is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

The story of the prince and princess is a fairy tale. So what's the story of you and me? She stood in the dark, looking up at the stage filled with lights, and she saw him shine like a radiant sun. He was in a place filled with light, and he reached out my hand to hide that light so that he could see her better. “Indeed, your eyes don't see the light. That light is so beautiful, and it’s radiating from you….”