Fogo-fátuo: Albucacys

Dr. Olivia Carter has spent her life saving others, she is a brilliant and compassionate surgeon with a good heart. But when her Abusive father’s gambling debts catch up with him, she is somehow at the center of it. She is offered a one year wedding contract by the mafia Capo as the only resort to settling her father's debt.  Olivia, having no choice but to sign the contract to marry the cold hearted and emotionless Capo Dante Marino. Olivia is forced to live with him forsaking the hospital and working for him as his personal doctor. But Olivia's good heart and kind nature slowly deflates his emotionless exterior little by little. As the two of them are drawn together, Olivia must navigate Dante's dangerous world, where trust is fragile and betrayal is deadly and love a weakness in the mafia world.  Would his world destroy her good heart? or will she be able to elicit an emotion from the emotionless Mafia Capo.

Angelique travels to Lewiston to live with her father and forget about the terrible year she had in her old home. However, she starts to feel that the town is very mysterious and that its inhabitants are hiding many secrets, especially Damian Brown and his friends. No one seems to be terrified by the countless wolves roaming the forest, except for her father, who also has secrets of his own. Damian discovers that the red-haired girl is his mate, and since he never believed in such things, he begins to hang around her and scare her, hoping she will leave town and never return. But love cannot be commanded, and as much as Angelique and Damian are destined to be together, they both deny it to the death.

Imagine sleeping with a married woman, and then finding out she’s still a virgin. That is, before you f*cked and disvirgined her, of course. Kayla Stone, 24, never knew marriage could be the most painful and heartbreaking journey for her. Being betrayed, disrespected, and manipulated by her husband was bad enough, but being trapped in her marriage to him, was even worse. What happens when an innocent night out, leads to the most fiery night of passion with the most unexpected man? Tyler Pearson. Her husband’s uncle. Mafia drug lord; Tyler Pearson, 31, returns to NewYork after so many years of being away in Italy. On the first night he returns, he visits a lounge and somehow ends up in bed with none other than Kayla Stone. The same woman who happens to be his nephew’s wife, and also his first love. The same woman he has deluded himself into thinking he has gotten over, for the past 8 years. Their fiery night of passion reveals something unbelievable to Tyler, and he may be unwillingly to let Kayla go after that. How on earth is it possible that Kayla was still a virgin, even after being married to his nephew for the past 2 years?!

❦ Rosalind ❦ “Come here.” “Me?” “Yes. You,” he growled, his pupils glinting in the dark like some kind of fallen, battle-worn angel. I approached him slowly, the slit of my dress creeping higher, and I felt his heated gaze lick the exposed skin. He pushed a metal tray into my arms. “Take the bullets out.” ***** ❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ My toes curled in my shoes as she licked, sucked, and d**pthroated my c*ck like she had something to prove. “You can’t kill me with a bl*wjob, gattina.” I hissed through my teeth, nearing my tipping point. “I have a very strong heart.” She bobbed harder, f**king me with her throat, mouth frothing with spit. I was in f**king heaven. I staggered, and for a second, I genuinely wondered if she could in fact induce a heart attack like this. My phone vibrated. Of course it did, right before gunfire lit up the night. ***** Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son. Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic. Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat. She was raised to be untouchable. He was born to conquer. And in the space between vengeance and desire, who is going to lose control first? (Contains mature and dark content)

When I was a kid my entire family committed suicide. Weird, I know. Unfortunately, they thought themselves as unfit to live and ended their life. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend for myself and survive in a world full of werewolves and demons. ~ I am Lisa Summers and my family was once one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract made by a demon. After their deaths, the pack diminished to almost nothing. The spell cast upon the pack members had been lifted and they saw no reason to stick around. I was left with no one to support me and I was f****d to find my own way through life. My title as the Alpha's daughter slowly slipped back to Omega in a matter of hours. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. I was a freak in their eyes. They were embarrassed of me, I humiliated them. I was supposed to be strong and lead the pack when her parents couldn't and I wasn't able to. I was an Omega at heart. I always had been, no matter the spell the demon put on everyone. I was an Omega and they were finally beginning to see that. I was weak, pathetic, unloved, and an outcast. Everyone despised me. People who I thought of as family members disowned me. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him. He is the one for me . Only him.

"Don't try to f*ck me and I'll make your ad," I said suddenly, desperately hoping not to f*ck Will over anymore than I already had. I looked him dead in the eye, challenging him. As I sat there half n*ked on his kitchen island with my throbbing, wet pu**y aching to have him inside me, I realized I had an even bigger problem. I liked him. For what seemed like an age he contemplated my offer. Then suddenly he backed up, stuck the finger still coated in my w*tness into his mouth and l*cked it clean. "Fine. Make the ad and I won't try to f*ck you." My heart sank to the bottom of the ocean as I watched him walk away. My ears perked up when he turned around just as he reached the bedroom and said, "At least not until you ask me to." *** She has a secret. He doesn't care. All that interests him is bedding the woman he can't quite figure out. But what happens when taking her to bed once isn't enough?Supermodel Britney O'Prey isn't interested in the legend of Cupid's Cove. Visitors of the island swear that no guest leaves untouched by Cupid's arrow. But all Britney wants is to be left alone. Her aloofness attracts billionaire Will Hunter's attention, to the point that he can think of nothing but bedding her. But what happens when once isn't enough? What if he's not so content to let her keep her secrets after all?

"You are not her!" Alaric hisses darkly, his fingers enclosing around my exposed throat, claws grazing my skin. A little pressure... just a little, and I would be dead. "No... I am not..." I admit with difficulty. I only look similar to the deceased Luna supreme, I can never truly replace her. But if I am going to have any chances of survival, I need Alaric's claim... and I am hell bent on getting it. "Yet..." Alaric whispers, his husky voice trailing off. I smell his arousal, thick in the air... attesting to everything he would not admit. That despite knowing I am just a doppelganger, he still craves me... "Yet...?" I question slowly but I barely get the words out when a hand cups me between my thighs. I gasp in a mix of surprise and burning desire. "F*ck!" Alaric hissed at the feel of my arousal. "The only words you will say in my presence Kyra...is the chanting of my name." Alaric clarifies. "You wish to see me go mad, woman? I shall abide." He whispers. ~~~~~~~~~~ On the very night Kyra discovers Alpha Mikos is her mate, her heart shatters as she watches him bond with her cousin and bestow the title of Luna to another woman. The reason is simple, Kyra is a weak wolf born without an element. Or so everyone thought... On that same night, in a bid to protect her chastity, Kyra manifests an element many years too late, but it is not just any element...it is the rare fire element. Kyra's sudden and out of control discovery of her element leads to the death of Mikos's father, terrified for her life and Mikos's wrath, Kyra escapes pack lands only to be captured by unknown wolves led by a terrifying monster.

"What happens when the life you wake to isn't yours?" I woke up from a coma with no memory of the past two years, only to discover I had been mistaken for my identical twin sister. Now I am trapped in a marriage contract with billionaire, Damon Stones, a man famous for his ruthlessness and merciless act. As I am forced into his luxurious world, I uncover dark secrets, my sister's deceit, Damon's hidden vendetta, and a mysterious figure threatening to ruin us all. In a world where truth is scarce, I am forced to wear a mask of lies and the greatest deception might not be that of my twin sister but the one I am hiding from myself.

She thought love meant loyalty until her billionaire husband handed her divorce papers. Left heartbroken and pregnant, she vanished from his world, only to return five years later as a self-made billionaire and a mother of twins he never knew existed. She became a wife to his greatest rival, a marriage forged in hatred and revenge. When fake kisses started to feel real and long-buried secrets resurfaced, she found herself torn between the man who broke her and the other, who betrayed her trust. Amidst the ashes of everything sorrowful, her ex-husband looked at her with his own blood on his hands, and pain in his eyes, and asked: “What piece of my soul did you take with you when you left?”

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.