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“You moan the same way,” Jake whispered against her throat, his voice rough with desire. “The way your body trembles… the way your nails dig into my back. I love it. …Don’t lie to me, Chloe, I’ve had you before.” Her breath hitched, heat rushing to her cheeks as his words wrapped around her like chains. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the scent of his hair, clean, sharp, achingly familiar, sent shivers down her spine. Something about him was the same as that night, the night blurred by heartbreak and too much wine, the night she could barely remember but could never forget. And yet… he wasn’t supposed to be the man she married. ********************************** Venice was meant to be Chloe Rodriguez’s escape, not her prison. One reckless night of heartbreak leaves her in the arms of a stranger whose touch she can’t forget. Weeks later, she’s forced into a contract marriage with billionaire heir Jake Williams Martinez, only to realize he is that same man. But Jake believes he’s marrying her twin sister, Zoe, the wild one he thinks matches the woman from that night. Bound by her sister’s lies, Chloe steps into a marriage built on deception. Yet her heart belongs to another, Jake’s younger brother, Tyler, her ex-lover, whose shadow lingers in every memory. She comes in contact with Ethan, their close family friend who takes every opportunity to to be close to her as he has feelings towards her but wouldn’t want to betray them. When a secret pregnancy threatens to unravel everything, Chloe is trapped between two brothers, two betrayals, and a devastating truth: the father of her child may be the same man responsible for her family’s ruin.

Zoriana Gregory, a young woman of about 22 years, shares her secrets, dreams, her life experiences and desires about her future husband with her diary. Her fantasy of her ideal future husband soon turns reality when her diary somehow falls in the hand of someone she never thought she'd meet again after many long years. Her first love... Liam Whyte Liam visits his country again after closely 11 years, now a grown up and a successful young man. While on his quest to finding his childhood friends again, he came upon a diary during his meeting with an acquaintance of his brother. NOTE: THIS IS THE SYNOPSIS OF THE FIRST BOOK IN THIS ANTHOLOGY. AND IT IS TITLED 'DIARY OF ZORIANNA' IT WAS, A BEAUTIFUL BREAKUP; Is simply a collection of several short stories, combined into one. Each book in the anthology is a standalone.

“Feisty kitten. Curse all you want. Soon, I'll break you, tame you, and awaken your darkest desires. You'll become so addicted to me like a drug and beg for the crumbs of my love.” Adora dreamed of a fairy-tale romance, waiting for her charming prince. She was destined for not one, but two mates. Two princes who were as different as night and day. One, a devil in a hot body; everything she wanted, yet everything she feared. A seductive rogue with a wicked smile and a scorching touch. The other was too flawless, too perfect, everything she longed for, but she fell short of his expectations. Would she give in to the rogue's temptation and risk losing her soul, or would she strive to be the mate the gentleman deserved and risk losing her heart? Time is ticking and she must make a choice.

TRIGGER WARNING 🔞 This novel contains mature themes intended for ADULT READERS ONLY. Future chapters will include explicit sexual content, graphic erotic scenes, and explicit dialogue that may not be suitable for all audiences. Lights off. Masks on. Rules carved in stone. In a world where love is nothing two broken souls make a pact of pleasure only. No love allowed. Purple Hearts has learned the hard way that love destroys everything it touches. Echo Reid knows love is a lie. Scarred by a past he can’t outrun, For him, intimacy is just a game—a way to numb the pain that never truly fades. “Spread your legs, my sweet Purple,” he groans against her skin, his voice dark “Please…” she begs, her nails digging into his back as pride dissolving “Please what?” he teases, dark and dangerous. “I want you inside me,” she rasps, sweat beading on her forehead as she surrenders to the stranger who makes her feel more alive. His lips trace paths of fire across her body, sending jolts of unfamiliar ecstasy through her veins. But when her hands fly to his face, almost tearing away the mask that hides him from her, he pulls back—cold, sharp, unforgiving. “Sweet Purple,” he says, a smile playing at his lips, “remember the rules.” Before she can apologize, he’s gone—vanishing into the shadows as if he was never there at all, leaving her alone in the silence. “Until we meet again.” But what happens when the masks start to slip? When the lines between pleasure and pain blur? When two people who swore they’d never love again find themselves craving more than just a moment in the dark? Is love truly a tragedy… or could it be the only thing that can save them both?

Zeeland stared at me with pure untainted disgust, and my heart picked up speed. “Zee?” What's wrong?” “You’re a Vampire?” He asked in a strangled voice. I was suddenly aware of my fangs which had sprouted while I'd lost control. “It’s not what you think, Zee.” I said, reaching out for him. He backed away. “You’re a hybrid. An abomination.” He sneered. I swallowed hard. “I’m your mate, Zee.” I said, digging my nails into the sheets, as I retracted my fangs slowly. “Mate?” His emotionless chuckle stabbed straight into my heart. “Not only are you a hybrid, an abomination, but you're also an Omega. What makes you think you'll ever be my mate?” I stilled. “Zee-” “I, Zeeland Bastien, reject you, Jaslyn Laural as my mate.” ★★ Born into a race where being a hybrid was an abomination, Jaslyn Laural struggles to keep her secret for years. Until her father sells her out to notorious slave traders, where she's bought by the cripple Alpha; Alpha Zeeland, the soon-to-be Alpha of the revered Zen pack. When he discovers her identity as a hybrid, he rejects her as his mate and sends her out of his pack. Vowing to take revenge on those who wronged her, Jaslyn leaves and ends up in Vampire territory where she gains fighting skills she'd never imagined. Soon, werewolves and vampires have to join hands to defeat a mutual enemy. Jaslyn however is unwilling to forgive the man who hurt her. She is torn between choosing her real mate, and abandoning him to his fate. This is the first book out of the VAMPIRES CUPID series.

NOTE: THE BOOK IS A SERIES OF SHORT TWISTED SMUT STORIES. Vanessa is the assassin trained in seduction and the perfect kill. Her target is the King himself and the plan is simple: infiltrate his bedchamber, ensnare him with her body, and slip the dagger between his ribs before dawn. No attachments. No mercy. But the moment their eyes meet for the first time, everything shatters. Gracie’s marriage has a dysfunction: she no longer enjoys sex with her husband just after a year anniversary. But when the estate owner’s widow who just moved in next to them begins her nightly rendezvous, Gracie cannot stop watching her fuck herself under the moonlights. Is that the spark that she needs? And other filthy stories for your consumption. So buckle up, lovers, because this is only the beginning. The next series is already simmering, hotter, filthier, and ready to drag you deeper into the dark. Stay wet. Stay ready.

“I bought you. You belong to me now, and you will serve me until I’m done with you.” Those were the words Alpha Zarek spoke to me when I was dragged into his cursed halls. My fists clenched tight. My nails dug into my palms as I met his gaze. “And what makes you think I’ll follow your rules like some puppet?” My name is Valtira Geordie. The unwanted daughter of my pack. My father sold me like cattle, and my mother never showed me an ounce of love. Even my people cheered when I was taken away. They thought they were ridding themselves of a curse. Zarek Braxton, the Rogue Alpha of Duskborne, is everything they warned me about. Ruthless, cold, and feared across every border. They call him a monster. They say no woman survives his bed. But when his storm-gray eyes locked on mine, I saw something more dangerous than death itself. I saw fate. I should hate him. I do hate him. Yet his presence is intoxicating, his scent rich and welcoming. My wolf stirs for him, my blood burns for him, and every moment near him feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing he could either catch me or let me fall. But nothing in Duskborne is simple. A curse claws at Zarek’s soul, threatening to consume him and me along with it. There are enemies all around us, and yet, the bond between us grows stronger every day. Now I must choose my path: Fight the hold he so clearly has over me until one of us breaks… or claim the monster as mine, and unleash a power the world has long forgotten. (This Book contains very Explicit Sex Scenes‼️85%Sex. Beware‼️)

I lifted my gaze to meet his unwavering one; his eyes were enigmatic, just like his dominant posture. He had an enviable and captivating physique, with well-defined muscles that accentuated the perfect cut of his suit. His greenish eyes, tan skin, and slightly curly hair, styled professionally, completed his look. He was truly a stunning man. “Finished admiring me, miss?” With a teasing tone, a charming smile appeared on his lips. The CEO was undoubtedly tempting. “Sir...” I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure and searching for words to escape that uncomfortable situation. “The content is not appropriate to be read aloud; please understand!” “That, I will decide!” He leaned back in his executive chair, watching me calmly as he savored a sip of his favorite whiskey. “I'm waiting.” “I apologize, sir, but I can't do it. You can fire me!” I turned away, ready to leave the office hastily, when his strong hands gripped my wrist, about to pull the door handle. He carefully watched my reaction and then smiled. “Apprentice…” The CEO approached me seductively, causing me to step back a few paces until I was cornered against the wall. He surrounded me with his arms and brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “There is so much potential in you; I will mold you!” Biting lightly on the tip of my ear, I felt a shiver run through my body. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the outline of my face with his nails before pressing his lips with his thumb, gently parting them. Moving even closer, he pressed his body against mine, making my heart race and my breathing erratic.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.