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'I will give you no time to decide, Amore' Luciano said 'It's either you do it my way, or do it my way. Both ways, it's still my way'. Staring at the man she had stolen from, Amara regrets her actions. If only she had not been too picky, if only she had worked her and not want to make fast money, she won't have gotten into this mess. Now here she is, standing half naked as the man accessed her body. Accessed how useful she would be to his club even if she doesn't know how to strip. A faint gasp escaped her throat as Luciano stood up and walked toward her. She flinched as he brushed stray hair off her face then smirked. 'I see we are doing it my way after all' he muttered 'Someone will get you what to wear, make sure you are not late!'

Crystal Santiago was a woman of dual identities. By day, she was a waitress, known for her kind heart and sweet smile. By night, she became Jae, a stripper renowned for her looks and skill. Wherever she went, men would flock to her, completely under her spell. Her long, black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing her seductive red lips and piercing blue eyes. She had the allure of a siren, and it was all too easy for her to trap men in her gaze. But beneath the surface, she was a sweet, down-to-earth girl. Crystal's life was going smoothly until the day she met him. He was powerful, ruthless, and dangerous. He ruled the city with an iron fist, and no one dared to cross them. He approached Crystal one night after her performance, his eyes filled with greed and lust. "You're mine now," he said, his voices dripping with malice. "You belong to me”.

What would you say if I told you one of the community's strongest packs were wiped out in a night with no trace of the killer? You'd probably think I was crazy, I was mad. Right? Well, that's what happened to the pack of Eliza Scott who was only 11 when her family and friends were slaughtered in their sleep. And because she was the soul survivor, no one wanted anything to do with the girl who had been cursed by the moon. She already had an unusual hair color for any wolf, but what happens when someone gets all too close? I mean, once one finds their mate, that's it, right? You love them for all eternity and they stay by your side. Not for her. That is until she meets a mysterious stranger who is way to curious about her for his own good. Can she turn him away? Or will she let him wander into her circle of trust and eventually her heart?

In my last life, my sister and I got adopted into two very different worlds. My mom? The "cool" type. Let me perm my hair in elementary school, signed off on a nose job in middle school, and shoved me toward one of Northport's richest heirs right after college. Ella's mom? Hardcore strict. Pulled her out of a fling with some delinquent and married her off to a quiet professor with a just-decent paycheck. Ella hated it. Wanted my life so bad. So when I ended up in the hospital pregnant, she used her shiny doctor title to kill me—and my baby. Then boom—I woke up, and we were back to adoption day. This time, she dove for the mom she thought handed me the dream. What she didn't know? That "cool mom" she worshipped was straight-up a monster.

Forbidden fruit. Alessandro 'Flames' Petrakis doesn't give a shit about love. Guns, violence, being a bodyguard is what he's good at. Love scarred him once, love took away the only woman he ever loved and he'd rather relive his time in the Marines than fall victim to it again. Then she shows up. Blonde hair, sapphire eyes, pretty as fuck. And the one woman he hates more than anything in his shitty world. He never claimed to be a prince, yet she becomes his princess. Violence is what drives him yet for her he would put down his Glock for an eternity just to be part of her world. She was the forbidden fruit. The woman he was supposed to stay away from. The woman who took away everything that mattered from him. Yet one fucking kiss from her and he would burn the whole world for her. Code name: Flames. Mission: Protect Mia Tonelli at all cost

In the mystical realm of Lunaria, Sepharine, a mysterious woman with striking white hair, is shunned by her pack due to a centuries-old prophecy. Unfortunately Sepharine loses her life and a soul of a 21st century skilled assassin,Kira transmigrated into her body. Sepharine's life is entwined with the Lunar Pack's alpha, Damon, who seeks to claim her as his mate to fulfill the prophecy. However, Sepharine's past is marred by secrets: she has triplets with an unknown father, making her an outcast. As Kira now Sepharine navigates the treacherous world of werewolf politics, she must confront her own identity and the truth about her past. Damon's unwavering devotion and protection awaken feelings she thought long buried. With the prophecy unfolding, dark forces seek to exploit Sepharine's unique connection to the moon's power. As she uncovers the secrets of her past and the true meaning of the prophecy, Sepharine must choose between her growing love for Damon and her duty to protect her triplets.

Snatched from her home and made a pack slave, Amelia's new alpha, and his sister has made her life a living hell. Fed crumbs, and forced to submit to anyone in the pack, she's living her worst nightmare. At least she thinks it's the worst, until the alpha from the world's strongest and cruelest pack visits and realizes she's his mate. Roger can't believe he's found the woman destined as his mate. But she's nothing like he imagined. Instead of strong and beautiful, she's weak and emaciated. The color of her hair is the only similarity between his dream mate and the woman before him. As the alpha of the strongest pack, would it show weakness to accept such a weakling for a mate -- or will rejecting her insult the Goddess who brought them together? Perhaps he should just take what's his and sort out the rest later. If taking her causes a war, so be it.

Meeting your childhood bestfriend back after 10 years would have to be a wonderful moment for anyone.But for Amy Middlestone things are never the same. The young man standing infront of Amy with tousle black hair which is thick and lustrous , strong and define face with features moulded from granite is non other than her childhood friend Zyn Redfield. But his empty stare and deep black eyes told a different story. Zayn's life was filled with the worst timings. He had gone through hell because of Amy.After all this time, this girl shows up back in his world when he had gone far away on a path where there is no coming back.All he could do is run away, but an unseen power make it impossible. Camp Atlantis,a camp for teenagers reunites the two childhood friends Amy and Zayn.Alongside their friends Chris, Phoebe ,Stacey and they discovers a whole new world. The souls of Zayn and Amy are like fire and ice.Two balancing extremes neither could exist without one another.

Ever since I started at the Brooklyn Enquirer as a journalist, I've been reporting on stories nobody cares about. But the other day, I found a story that I was sure the audience would sink their teeth into. One that was front-page worthy and would make our newspaper infamous. Except it centers around a mafia boss and his bloodthirsty brothers.  It won't be easy to get it, but I'm determined to prove my worth. And it starts with Darick Dawson. My heart fluttered as we gazed into each other's eyes. At the same time, we leaned forward, and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots softly, earning a moan from me. He traced his finger around my lips when suddenly, I opened my eyes and noticed the red in his irises getting darker. My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

“You are not here to love me. You are here to set me free. Do not forget that.” He was cursed for a thousand years. She was betrayed in a single night. Ivy was born glowing, otherworldly blue hair, glowing eyes, and a destiny too big for her fragile heart. Once cherished as the savior of her pack, she was brutally betrayed, rejected by the very alpha she loved... and left for dead. But death didn’t claim her. He did. Damon Blackfang. The cursed Lycan King. A beast feared by nations. A god in wolf’s skin. Silent. Brutal. Deadly. Bound by invisible chains that only a true mate can break. He never wanted love. He only wanted freedom. And she? She wanted revenge. Bound by prophecy. Fueled by vengeance. Tempted by something neither of them dared name, love. In a kingdom ruled by blood, betrayal, and beasts, Ivy must make an impossible choice: Break his curse… or break her own heart. Because when the chain falls… so might the king.