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The Blood Moon Feast was over. I was delivering the synthetic blood supplement I'd developed for the vampire lord, Evander, when he suddenly threw me to the ground. "Give it to me... I want you..." His crimson eyes burned with desperate hunger. My face flushed. I thought he finally understood the love I held for him. So I let him sink his fangs into my neck. I let him form a blood bond with me—a human. I wanted eternity with him. But when I woke up, Evander's eyes were filled with shock and regret. It wasn't love. Just an uncontrollable frenzy from his once-a-century bloodlust curse. And now it was too late. A human bonded to an ancient vampire suffers excruciating, soul-tearing pain. To forcibly break the bond? A death sentence. Evander chose to honor it. He owed me—I'd saved his life once in the human world. But everything changed when Odette died. His true love, waiting centuries to bond with him. When she learned of our union, she shattered—left the City of Eternal Night alone and walked into an ambush by rogue hunters. They burned her to ash. When his family brought back the only thing left—a moonstone pendant—Evander's hands closed around my throat. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it? You trapped me in this bond. Then you conspired with hunters to kill Odette. Go to hell and apologize to her yourself!" He ripped the bond from me, tearing away the very blood that kept me alive. A day and a night of agony as my organs ruptured. Then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night his curse erupted.

I got pregnant by Alessio Moretti—my brother's best friend, and the youngest, most handsome Don in New York. Then his old flame, Bianca, the one who ghosted him, came back. I thought he’d drop me for her. But he just smirked. "She left without a word. There's no going back." My brother, Gianni, was even colder. "She's not a Ricci anymore. My only sister is you." I believed them. For three years, they'd shown me a warmth and love I'd never known. Then a video of my drunk foster father beating me went viral. The world mocked the noble Ricci princess, once tortured like a beggar. I shattered. I ran to find the only two men I trusted. But I stopped cold at their study door, frozen by Bianca's sickly sweet voice. "Gianni, Alessio... leaking that video? Wasn't it too cruel? Marcella's pregnant." My brother's reply was instant. "That's the point. Pregnancy is supposed to soften her. But she's been running around like she owns the place, keeping you out." Alessio just laughed. "Don't worry about Marcella. She can't touch us. And she's too soft-hearted to ever hurt our child." Tears streamed down my face. A sharp pain shot through my heart. He's right. The baby is my treasure. I'd never hurt him. But Alessio... I won't let you control me. I walked away, numb. I booked a flight. I will slip through their fingers, take my baby, and disappear from their world forever.

On the day of our mating ceremony, the moans of my fated mate, Alpha Liam, fucking a Stonecrest she-wolf named Kira in the locker room accidentally broadcasted to the entire pack. I stood at the altar, trembling, and cut the mic. I found Liam in tears, begging for an explanation. He just shielded Kira in his arms and glared at me. "If you hadn't left the microphone on, we wouldn't have been caught! An amnesiac stray orphan like you never deserved to be my Luna!" I became the laughingstock of the entire North. Just as I was about to be exiled, Jaxson Thorne—Alpha of the Stonecrest Pack—stepped in like a dark savior, his overwhelming aura shielding me from the humiliation. "I'll take her," he announced. With his support, I publicly rejected that betrayal-stained mate bond. For seven years, I was his declared Luna. He laid all the treasures of the North at my feet. Yet I never received the legendary Heart of the Moon pendant—the ultimate symbol of a Stonecrest Luna. I told myself Jaxson had his reasons. Seven years mated; he wouldn't hurt me. Until the Blood Moon Banquet, when I saw the Heart of the Moon resting on Kira's collarbone. She'd just returned to the pack. As she strutted toward me, provoking me, everyone expected me to cry and confront Jaxson. I didn't shed a single tear. I just pulled out my phone and texted my brother: "Come get me in three days." Jaxson didn't know—a month ago, I had recovered all my memories. I was no orphan. I was Ayla Valerius, sole Princess of the Royal Lycan bloodline that ruled the North. And my brother, the new Lycan King, was coming with the elite Royal Lycan Guard to burn this pack to the ground and take me home.

At the Blood Oath ceremony, right as my mate Alistair leaned in to kiss me, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind. [Sex with Gene is electric. Fucking Carys is like fucking a corpse.] It was Alistair's voice. I stared at him in shock, only to find him still smiling at me without missing a beat. Gene was a newborn vampire, recently turned. She was Alistair's subordinate in the North American Vampire Council. Right now, she was clinging to her new boyfriend Silas, a low-level vamp. A second later, Gene's voice rang in my head too. [Silas, that filthy thin-blood, can't even afford a simple moonstone charm. He's good for fetching things and not much else. Once I dump him, I'm going to be Alistair's true mate.] Then came the conflicted voice of the "thin-blood" she was talking about: [The Progenitor's trial is almost over. How do I tell Gene I'm about to be crowned the Prince of the oldest vampire clan?] How amusing. I had unexpectedly awakened the gift of telepathy. Even more surprising: My fiancé got his Council seat because of me. Now, everyone treats him like a king. While the true Vampire Prince was being treated like trash. Holding my goblet of premium vintage blood, I gracefully walked toward the thin-blood.

Alex never expected his anonymous online connection to be Damien Cross, the intimidating billionaire CEO he works for. Three months of late-night confessions. One shocking revelation. What started as fantasy becomes dangerously real when they can't deny their chemistry. But hidden enemies and buried secrets threaten to destroy them both. When Alex discovers a devastating truth linking their pasts, he's forced into an impossible choice that could cost him everything,including Damien's heart. In a world of power and deception, can two men build something real, or will their secrets tear them apart?

"You were always mine, Lexi. Your breaths, your heartbeat, your insecurities, your problems—everything belongs to me. You belong to me," Ros mumbles against Lexi's lips. "Those luscious are mine too," he rasps out while holding Lexi's face with both his hands. "And I will make sure everybody knows it, including you," He presses his mouth on her in a demanding, possessive way. A spicy and "I'll fight for my love" type of love story. Lexi, a 22-year-old Alpha werewolf, is eagerly waiting for her one and only mate, dodging all the arranged marriage proposals by other Alpha males. She despises a marriage without understanding and love. What will happen when Lexi discovers that her mate is none other than a rogue wolf? A stranger? How will she allow him into her heart? In her quest to fight the wrong and find the truth about her parents' deaths, Lexi is forced to live with the rogue wolf, Ros Miller, an absolute stranger. Will she acknowledge him, follow her heart, or listen to her mind?

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivienne were my mate. She’s the one who needs an Alpha’s protection, not Harper. The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake.” I stared at the screen. The blood drained from my body. To my own parents and my mate, I was already an outsider. My strength and independence had become their excuse to shamelessly favor someone else.

Contract marriage. (No string attached) Setting_ Los Angeles. Modern billionaire Romance. Proloque. Aryan Mahir, the CEO of A&M investment company who's produce the best quality brands in the whole Los Angeles, he can be describe to be cold hearted, grumpy, proud and egocentric. In order to maintain his status in the business world, he was to get married immediately, in order to get the biggest contract his rival companies are eyeing. He was set to find a wife as soon as possible. * Mia Johnson, a pity poor lady who suffered to make ends meet, she goes above and beyond just to send her only surviving brother to school, she lost her parents in a car accident, she grew up having almost everything in life, she lived a comfortable life until the world crashed around her and her parents was involved in a car accident that took thier lives, her uncle snatched away everything her parents owned leaving them with no money, and not even a shelter to live in. Everything gets worse when her brother fall very ill and needed an urgent brain tumor surgery, having no money, she tried to begged her uncle to at least help her brother but he threw her out of his house. Wandering around the lonely Street of Los Angeles, she bumped into a billionaire who happened to change her life forever. What happened when Aryan Mahir asked Mia to marry him for four months. For her to save her brother, she had to agree to the contract marriage, loveless marriage to a complete arrogant jerk. Will they love each other or their marriage will end immediately after the contract expires. *

Synopsis Eric Wenner, a mafia lord, most wanted criminal, son of the druggie, and popular loan shark, a real definition of hot, was caught in the act. There are four witnesses against him and his father willing to testify in the court. The only way out is to eliminate them. He succeeded in killing the first witness. The plan was to kill the other three but on getting they've been killed. The killer left a sign which his worker playfully left on the first victim. All finger points at Amelia, Eric's assistant, his newfound lover. Things got tougher when his assistant died after calling her twin sister and giving her the wrong information about what might probably kill her. Fiona sets to avenge her sister's death when love sets in. The question is who really killed the witnesses? While trying to find the mystery of their deaths, they unraveled a lots of secrets. Who's behind their deaths and why? Will Fiona avenge her sister's death ? Join us as we solve this interesting mystery. With everyone having the mafia code in mind, kill or get killed.

Don't open if you're not ready to let your mind go wild. Strictly for mature readers only. Contains raw, explicit contents. ——— “Arggh.” I moaned, my body on fire. “Please f*ck me hard, faster.” My mouth wouldn't keep silent as he kept thrusting his d!ck in and out of my wet pvssy. How had I hated this man all these years? Gosh. I felt like apologizing for all the hard feelings I had harbored against him for many years. He had stolen my father’s company, burnt down our houses. I was driven by revenge, became a prosecutor to destroy him but I ended getting f*cked by him and the funny part, I love it! He took me to the moon and back. Was it how he skillfully fondled my nipples? I gasped for air. “I’m digging my cock into your hoe and I’ll dig it hard. Will you keep hunting me?” he muttered, his tone hoarse as he keep on riding my dripping pvssy. “No daddy. I'll become your s*x toy. F*ck my pvssy. F*ck me harder, take me whole, take me completely.” my lips trembled as I kept confessing. My head clouded with the pleasure he was pouring into my body. I had never had s*x this good. A d!ck this muscled and sweet had never visited my pvssy. I'd gladly become his doggg “Argggh. Please don't stop! Harder. Zzzzhh. Ahhhh. Argggh” I couldn't stop moaning.