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Find the jewel, save the kingdom--and the dragons.Princess Nya Gould fears the Dragon Moon, the night each year when one young person in their kingdom is sacrificed to a dragon to keep him from destroying their lands. When it is her friend who is taken, she creates a plan to get him back.But when Nya discovers the dragon isn't feasting on the sacrifices and is actually using them to retrieve a missing jewel, one that can save his kind and restore his kingdom, she is torn between helping him and using this knowledge to the advantage of her own kingdom.It doesn't make things easier when she finds herself attracted to the dragon shifter when he's in his human form. Slate is a sexy beast of a man, with dark smoldering eyes and rippling muscles. Can he see her as anything more than the annoying, spoiled human princess who has infiltrated his lair?As Nya and Slate work together to find the jewel, their relationship grows, and Nya is left with a choice:Find the jewel and save the kingdom--or the dragon?

Alpha Zane King has nothing left to live for. After losing his mate and queen, he’s a husk of the man he once was. He only lives to raise his son so that he one day can take over the kingdom. His methods are harsh, cold, and cruel. He’ll never tolerate any weakness. Never again, will anyone in his kingdom suffer as he has… But his life gets thrown a curveball, when he accidentally stumbles upon Arella; a human female ranger who lives alone deep in the woods, overseeing the huge national forest right next to his borders. She doesn’t cower before him, she doesn’t put up with his shit and most importantly, she makes him feel things again. Things he long since thought were dead… But everything might come to a crashing end when Arella is shot by poachers. Now, Zane is faced with a difficult choice: risk changing her and turning her into a werewolf – or lose her forever…

Morana has lost everything; her mom, her pack and security. She is left to suffer at her uncle's hand as his punching bag and his guard's whore. Getting tired of being defiled and bruised she escapes with the help of her wolf only to stumble on dangerous grounds where she is further used and left to die. She saved by a mate who is set on killing her and tries to keep the secret to herself..

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross.

Lily Brooks had her life ruined when she was about to fulfill her greatest dream of marrying the man she loved. However, cruel fate separated them. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lily was forced to switch places with her twin sister. Her parents, the ones who should have loved and protected her unconditionally, left her as payment for a debt. It was a mysterious tradition that had been abolished many years ago. It was simple: the girl had to surrender herself as a sacrifice to a terrible beast. Lily Brooks' blood represented the payment for this horrifying arrangement, bringing times of peace to the pack. She has no one to protect her. Will Lily be able to escape the beast and reunite with her mate, or will she perish at the hands of the supreme alpha?

He is Evil Some say he is a monster, a demon in disguise. He was called Ruthless because no one knows his real name. He listens to no one, not even his father, his step mother or his half brother until an unknown chubby girl walks into the Supernatural school and Ruthless finds himself melting and his two cold hearts changing. Vala, a half Dragon, Demon and Elf was sent on a mission to the Supernatural school. Make Ruthless fall in love with her and steal one of his hearts to unlock the chains that binds her father, Lucifer's brother. Stealing any of his Heart's is hard and impossible and falling in love wasn't part of her plan. Will she succeed in her mission? Can she change Ruthless?

Eager to get rid of her crush on her psychopathic professor, nineteen-year-old Azira Sidorov tries to reel him in by getting into trouble to get his attention. But what she never expected was Professor Blaine's dark, depraved ways to consume her whole. — Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Tired of holding back, she tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be close to him. But Professor Blaine is anything but human. He's a cold-hearted beast. When Azira wakes up the beast, he won't leave her alone. And maybe, just maybe, she likes the thrill of his whips. The harshness of his palm on her skin. The burn of his chains on her wrists. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he will consume her whole. Warning: This is a purely sadistic book. If you can't handle deep depravity, please don't read.

WARNING🔞EROTIC CONTENT AHEAD. “Arghhhhh….Yes….” Rosealba gasped, lips parting into soft moans as Drystan moved his fingers gently against her fold. “I own you, Sunshine. Your heart your soul and every inch of your body. And I… I will protect you with everything I own. Anything could go unpunished, but certainly not whatever harmed his obsession. He would burn to world to aches if anyone came close. He was everything he didn't look like. Alactor Merikh Drystan. And she? She was Rosealba Molvain. Typical opposite of him. She was the light that burned through his darkness, illuminating his venomous heart with her purification. With her, there Is a weird feeling to protect, to shelter, and to gratify and that was the total opposite of his existence. From the moment his eyes crossed her direction, he had undoubtedly yearned for her, desiring every bit of her. Time, b*dy heart, and soul. ******* When Rosealba got out of the toxic relationship with her cheating boyfriend, Lowel. She was blessed to meet and date Mr perfect. (Drystan) He was everything she only experienced in books and fiction, but one can not judge a book by its nice intro. With a stalking ex and other factors, Rosealba's life came crushing as lies and deceit unfolded, threatening to sabotage her new relationship. Torn between love, hate, and external obstacles, Rosealba is not just haunted by the thoughts of Drystan, he is lurking at every corner. The desperation and desire to have her in his life again were greater than his quest for power, and if burning the world was everything it took to have her back in his arms then he would only stop at lengths that led to her. This Is mafia erotic content and it is not for viewers younger than 21.

I wasn't supposed to stay out in the dark, was supposed to be indoors like the others. But being so stubborn, I left into the woods to play with my best friend Micky, my little puppy. But the night wasn't a safe one for me. My hour was darkness, and every single night creatures trembled at the authority of rawl. I found her while she patted her little dog by the back. She was little and innocent, but that has nothing to do with me. She disobeyed the rules, therefore, she must serve the consequences.

The dark matter had come to claim her soul. "Don't go. Do as he says," grandmother said. Suzanne blinked and looked into her grandmother's face. "Grandmama?” Grandmother's eyes were no longer glazed, and she had spoken with such clarity when usually, her speech was slurred. At that very moment, Suzanne had no doubt that her grandmother’s mind was crystal clear. Grandmother held onto Suzanne's hand and gently pried open her palm, revealing the black mark. Grandmother's eyes narrowed as she traced her bony finger on Suzanne's palm before staring back at Suzanne. "This," she pointed at Suzanne's palm, "This is the mark of the beast.”