Fire Blaze

"How dare you touch me!" Radella was angry but enjoyed it. She didn't expect that a chef, her subordinate... who she had insulted would dare to have sex with her. Even the chef is not afraid of her, even though he really needs a job at the hotel she leads. "Compare me with your husband's, whether me or your husband is more delicious fucking this. Please fire me after this!" An accidental romance results in a scandal. Is it safe for both of them?

Working hard at night in the bar, Sabrina saved her Virginity for the man of her dreams, The one she was betrothed to from her childhood but then that deliciously handsome man came to the bar and asked for a private dance from her, that changed her whole life. He showed her the world where touch could ignite the fire in her veins only to let her know that he belonged to someone else. But when bodies crave bodies, no boundaries can hold back the blinding lust.

Overwhelmed by the fire of revenge, over her father’s downfall, Sofia Dean, went with a hidden identity to Patrick's office to work as his assistant. Along this line, Sofia fell in love with Patrick, but it was too late, Patrick already knew of her identity and it was his turn to play games with her. When she finds out of his hidden agenda what will become of their love, will it stand the test of time? Or would it snap and they both lose faith in each other and go their separate way?

**Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk.** "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

Xavier Storm was a man who thrived on control. Ruthless in business and merciless in vengeance, he knew exactly where to strike to bring an enemy to their knees. And Marie Lockwood was the perfect target. A seductress, a spy, a woman who played with fire and never got burned—until now. She had destroyed his best friend, and for that, Xavier would make her suffer. But Marie was not the villain he thought she was. Framed by the very man she served, she had become the fall girl for crimes she didn’t commit. Betrayed, hunted, and trapped in a game she never wanted to play, she vowed that no man would ever see her break. Not even Xavier Storm. He wanted revenge, but she wouldn’t beg. He wanted to break her, but she knew how to endure pain. What neither of them expected was the fire that ignited between them, a dark and all-consuming obsession that blurred the lines between hatred and desire. The deeper Xavier dug, the more Marie’s mask began to crack, and with every secret he uncovered, he realized he had miscalculated. Because in shattering her, he was unraveling himself. And by the time the truth came to light, he would have to face the one thing he never saw coming— that he had fallen for her.

My childhood sweetheart and my older brother both fell in love with Rose, the Omega who had just sought refuge from the Northern Pack. The one who broke our engagement said, "Grace is the kind of Luna who was born to stand beside an Alpha. I’m just not worthy of her." The other had forgotten our mother’s dying words. "Rose has suffered so much. If I share half the love I gave you with her, that wouldn’t be too much, would it?" On the day of my birthday, my mate chose to throw a party for Rose instead. On the anniversary of our mother’s death, my brother was happily celebrating with Rose and her mother, helping deliver her kitten. They went with her to the Snowpine Pack to take part in the Royal Totem Insignia Design Contest and personally draped the cloak of honor over her shoulders. And me? I set fire to the house that held all our memories. I drank a potion bought from a witch, severed every mind-link I had, and faked my death in that fire, then left the Northern Pack without a word. When news of my death reached Snowpine, those two men, who had already cast me aside, went mad with grief. They rushed back to the Northern Pack overnight and collapsed in front of the burned-down house, crying like their hearts had been ripped out.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle. “I thought you would prefer the gentle way,” he murmured. “Guess I was wrong.” The poison burned down my throat—Deadly Nightshade. It was once my favorite. I had used it to end others. Now, he was using it on me. “Sometimes,” he whispered, “the person you once loved is the one who finally kills you.” ~~~~~ Brinda Virginia’s life has always been a battle—against fate, against her own fire, and against a heart that beats too weakly to match the storm inside her. Abandoned as a child and raised by the only woman who ever truly loved her, she’s now facing her biggest loss yet. Her stepmother is dying. And the clock is ticking—seventy-two hours. That’s all the time she has to save her. But then he returns. Francesco Dante. Her past. Her ruin. A man cloaked in shadows, bearing a twisted bargain—submit to him, body and soul, or lose everything. To save the only family she has left, Brinda must surrender. But submitting, in a world ruled by power, lust, and betrayal, is never truly submission. Because this man doesn’t just want to own her—he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash. And the most devastating part? She might just let him. And love, in this kind of story, always draws blood.

He hated them. Zadicus Snyder, the criminal wizard, hated that whole country- especially 'her' who neglected him and got him exiled. He wanted to ruin them, ruin her. He ruled empires from the shadows but amid this sovereignty, she never left his mind. Not even once. Persephone Sage. The army commander of his ex-homeland. The one who put him in the state where he was consumed by darkness. Evoking a fire of revenge in his heart against Persephone, the person he once called his lover.

Immediately after graduating from college, high school sweethearts Valerie and Daniel decided to tie the knot and get married, but that marriage changed Valerie's relationship. All of a sudden, the sweet relationship turned sour, Daniel never had time for his wife and Valerie was becoming lonelier by the second. Determined to bring the spark into their relationship, Valerie indulges several tactics but instead of reigniting the fire in their relationship, she finds something else, something that makes her wonder if truly she knew the man she got married to.

On the night of the palace dinner, Arianthe feels the unmistakable pull of the mate bond toward her sister’s fiancé. Wolfless and ridiculed her whole life by her sisters, who despise her, things only worsen as her sister refuses to give up the betrothal. Then a second mate appears, forcing Arianthe into a dangerous love triangle amid a brutal war between vampires and werewolves. In a realm where hybrids are hunted and loyalty is a deadly game, who will Arianthe choose, duty, or the mate who sets her soul on fire?