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Desire licked along my spine. I forgot about his monstrosity of a cock. All I could think of was feeling his warmth envelop me. “Don't be scared,” he whispered, running his fingers down my jaw. “I will never hurt you.” Fear and passion warred in my eyes as I complied. I'll give him the benefit of a doubt. For once, I'll trust his words. ... KIELAN Forbidden yet irresistible. Obsessed with the one I shouldn't have. She's the sun to my darkness, the light that fuels my every waking thought. But she's forbidden, a fleeting dream I'll never grasp. The truth should have been enough to quell the hunger, to sate the desires coursing through my veins, but it didn't. She's got my heart. Lylah, the only woman I shouldn't crave, but the one who sends my blood pumping. When the opportunity to have her as mine presented itself, I couldn't help but grasp it strongly, with both arms. Six months, I promised, knowing it was more than enough to win her over.

“You must think I am some kind of fool to take you back,” my voice was cold, devoid of emotion. “I gave everything up because of you. I bled silently, got depressed, and almost chewed out my fingers because I wanted to be the perfect wife. But what did you do? You spat in my face.” I scoffed. “You do not deserve forgiveness. You deserve to face every single ounce of my wrath.” **** Delores sacrificed everything—her dreams, her career, even her health—for the sake of her husband and family. But instead of love, she received silence and scorn. Renal failure stole her strength. Betrayal stole her hope. And an unexpected accident stole the last of her life. Yet destiny was not finished with her. Sent back to her prime, Delores finds herself once again on the bright stage of fame. This time, she refuses to bow. She will choose herself. She will fight for everything she lost. But the greatest twist is the man she once thought hated her… now wants her more than ever. Only, Delores no longer believes in love. Not when revenge tastes sweeter.

My heart raced wildly as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing my ear. "The next time I see you kiss anyone else..." he whispered, his voice dark and lethal, " I'll make sure these pretty lips of yours are stitched shut." He wasn't supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to matter. But one kiss was all it took to turn control into obsession. I'm bound to him by a dangerous deal, living on the edge of fear and desire, never quite sure where the line is, or if it ever existed at all. Mr. Hanson is cold, powerful, and terrifyingly possessive. He thrives on control, and he hates how I slip through his fingers no matter how tightly he grips me. Every touch feels like a warning. Every breath between us feels like a threat. As fear, power, and longing blur into something I no longer recognize, I'm forced to decide how far I'm willing to go to survive a man who doesn't just want my obedience. He wants my silence. My loyalty. My heart. Because with him, love isn't gentle. It's a weapon.

I'd been bonded to my mate, Brandon Blackstone, the Alpha heir of the Blackstone pack, for three years. But I'd never been allowed to attend his family dinners. Every full moon, I could only stay home alone. Brandon said it was a centuries-old tradition of the Blackstone pack. Only after passing a long probationary period, proving absolute loyalty to the pack and one's mate, would someone be allowed to attend the Alpha's family dinners. I'd believed him for three whole years. But now, I'd found three photos in his car. In the background, I could see a long table laden with a variety of fruits and delectable dishes. The Alpha and Luna raised their glasses beside the statue of the Moon Goddess, standing quietly to the side. And beside Brandon stood a beautiful she-wolf. Moonlight spilled down, and I could clearly see how close they were standing, their fingers tightly interlaced. That was when I finally understood. Not being allowed to attend the dinners was never about some probationary period. It was because Brandon, or rather the entire Blackstone pack, believed that the person qualified to stand beside the future Alpha would never be me.

Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly. I accepted his Embrace. The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself. He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart. That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina. She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat. Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me. And my mate had let her. “Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.” I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch. “I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”

My best friend, Cassidy Braun, earned a modest monthly salary of 2,800 dollars, only to constantly trash her doting husband with an annual income of 600,000 dollars, labelling him a broke loser. “That incompetent husband of mine can’t even afford a 20-carat diamond ring! “I have the looks that can bag me a billionaire. I must have been out of my mind to marry that piece of trash.” I chimed in. “You’re right. You’re practically a goddess. Only a Greek God stands a chance with you.” Eventually, Cassidy left her husband and hooked up with a trust-fund kid, just as she wanted. A year later, she was scammed out of every penny she owned and diagnosed with cancer. Fragile and broken, she came to me. “I heard that ex-husband of mine remarried and that he’s loaded now. Judging by the way he used to worship the ground I walked on, I bet he’ll drop the woman in a heartbeat if I ask to get back together.” I gave a dismissive nod while running my fingers along the new Birkin bag my husband had bought. “Oh, absolutely. He’s pretty wealthy now.”

Everyone in the city knows Nathan Cooper only agreed to marry me because he had no choice. No matter how many times I tried to seduce him over the past seven years, he would just run his fingers over his rosary beads. Never once had he shown a trace of desire in his eyes. It isn't until that night, when I see him answer a long-distance call from his first love. Upon hearing her voice, Nathan loses control. It's as if heat was surging through his body like a live wire. The next day, Lily Hunt flies back. Nathan shoves me out of the car and drives off to pick her up. As I fall from the bridge and lose my memory, news of Nathan's proposal to his beloved sets the whole city ablaze. The next day, he shows up late to the hospital. As Nathan stands by my bedside, he says he will marry me, but only if he can hold a wedding ceremony with Lily. Then, he announces the wedding date. I lean against his bitter enemy, Luke Patton, and look at Nathan in confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"

Kian rejected Carys and severed their mate bond a decade ago, but when they meet again after ten years, they feel the sparks from the mate bond stronger than before. A bond that compels them to blur the boundaries of the forbidden. Can your ex-mate be your second chance mate? Or does this bond have a darker side to it? *** Shattered after her rejection, Carys found solace in Joshua, her childhood best friend. They trained together for years. He became the alpha, and she became his beta. Working together day and night for their pack, they didn’t even realize when their professional relationship turned so intimate. Just when her wounded heart was in love again, a political alliance between Joshua and his fated mate, struck Carys' life as a calamity. A heartbreak that turned her life upside down from its roots. Being framed for a crime she didn’t do, and with all the fingers pointing at her, will Carys find refuge in her past? What will she do when Kian comes back in her life determined to win her back? Will she give love a second chance or will history repeat itself? Read more to find out. *** You can follow me for the updates.

They had brought Olive into the Levine family under the shadow of illegitimacy, living a life concealed from the world. However, one day, her stepmother concocted a plan for a marriage replacement, coercing her into wedlock with Edward Johnson. She demanded that Olive take on the role of her stepsister. Olive found herself bound to a man notorious as ‘The Devil,’ an unsightly and disfigured villain. Little did she know, he harbored a well-kept secret. His mother had perished in a blaze, ignited by his stepbrother, transforming him into a vengeful figure. To pursue his vendetta, he sought to marry Olive’s stepsister, believing her to be entangled with his stepbrother. And he was deceived by them again... What would transpire when Edward uncovered the ruse? Would he spare her life? Could Olive soften the heart of this ruthless beast? __ The room was dark when he emerged behind me. His fingers skimmed against my bare shoulder, making me flinch, and his warm breath caressed my ear while his hand slipped down my navel. "Your body is mine, if not your heart." His hoarse voice made me close my eyes shut.

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”