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Roan King. The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. It's totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls just fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs nice and wide. I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population here at Barnett. I'm sure he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year. Yeah... I don't plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type—a steroid infused meathead jock coasting through college on his football prowess. Ugh. I have three words for you—avoid, avoid, avoid. Need I say more? I don't think so. I've had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in—I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee drink all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?). What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a— Ok Unfortunately for me, Operation Avoid-Roan-King isn't going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn't so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget. With his dark hair, shocking turquoise colored eyes and (damn him) buff body, he's easily the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid eyes on. Crap... see what I mean? Why do I suddenly have the bad feeling that Roan King is going to lead to my utter ruin and downfall?

I wake up one day to find that I've become the power bank of the whole dorm. When the percentage shown above my dorm mates' heads is low, they'll be tired, angry, and ill-tempered. My job is to help them recharge via all sorts of physical contact. If I don't do my part, my grumpy dorm mates will force me to charge them up anyway…

This is a sequel! You HAVE to read ‘The Heartless Hybrid Queen’ first. Aurora Cade: I finally got the revenge I wanted, but at what cost? Now I’m a prisoner again, weakened and about to die in a blood ritual. Answers I’ve wanted my entire life are unravelling in front of me, but all I can think about is getting back to my mate. I will do whatever it takes to get back to him. Whatever it takes.

Step into a world of forbidden pleasures with this collection of taboo erotica short stories. Each story explores desires that society whispers about but rarely admits secret obsessions, forbidden encounters, and irresistible temptations that push every boundary. From stolen touches to dangerous liaisons, every tale drips with heat, seduction, and daring passion. These are fantasies that thrill, shock, and captivate each one more intoxicating than the last. Dive in if you dare, and surrender to the darkest cravings you’ve ever imagined.

Content Warning (18+)⚠️ Explicit adult erotica featuring Daddy kink, reverse dynamics, BDSM, and taboo fantasies. All Yours is a collection of irresistible stories where desire, control, and obsession collide. Part One — The Daddy Diaries — dives into chapters of power exchange, strict Daddies, dominant Mommas, and thrilling role reversals. Part Two explores forbidden passions, possessive lovers, and fantasies you’ve been craving. Some rules are made to be followed. Others… broken.

Kissing Jace Carter was never on my bucket list… but maybe it should’ve been. One impulsive night. One clingy creep. One fake boyfriend request blurted out to the first decent-looking guy behind me in a club. It should’ve ended with a nod and a “thanks for the save.” But no. It ended with his lips on mine — slow, smug, and heart-stopping. I didn’t know until the lights hit his face. I didn’t realize I had just kissed the Jace Carter. The Billionaire. Tech genius. Tabloid magnet. And now, apparently… my unfinished business. He said he’d find me again. He called me “Bella” because I never gave him my real name. I laughed it off, thinking he’d forget about a random girl from a crowded dance floor. But billionaires don’t forget. Especially not ones like Jace Carter Now he’s back in my life, popping up in places he absolutely should not be. Charming, arrogant, and dangerously curious about the girl who tried to disappear. And me? I’m stuck between hiding my identity… …and wondering if one kiss was really enough.

BLURB: " Look into my eyes and tell me that you've never loved me before?" Emiliano replied, "I've never loved you and I will never love you so it's best you leave my life and stop pestering me because I have someone I love!" " Let go of me!" " No! You have to donate blood to Rachel, you're our only hope" " How could you want me to donate blood to your lover forcefully!" " You have no choice but to do as I say" What happens when two myriad folks meet?. Rhea, a calm and beautiful young lady with a lot of dreams before she met Emiliano. Everything came crashing down when she heard that she would be getting married to a stranger to strengthen her father's new new project. She couldn't run away because she knew he would take it out on her mother so she was left with no choice but to get married to a monster who used her for his gains. Would she be able to tame him? Would his stepbrother successfully kill him so as to inherit their father's property ?

"Are you afraid of the devil?" I whisper, running my tongue along his throat. "If so, you better run now because once I've claimed you, I won't let go." "I've never been afraid of going to hell, and I'm not about to start now." He growls, snaking a hand around my neck and pulling me close. "So show me all of your sin." She's the forgotten daughter of a villainous alpha. He's the second in line for alpha of his pack who has only been given the position because the one destined for greatness has taken charge of his mates pack. They're both completely different, yet exactly the same with demon's they carry with them and inferiorities that make them feel unworthy of anything other than disappointment and rejection. Yet, when they have a common goal, they come together in an attempt to protect those that mean the most to them. How could two people so broken slowly begin to build each other up while growing stronger to gain their own glorys and acceptance amongst those that rejected them from the very start? Read He's My Redemption and find out!

A rich kid offers to pay anyone who'll be his companion to a ball ten thousand dollars. My roommate stops me from responding. "He's just a rich guy fishing for fun—he's using money to play around with women! Are you going to offer yourself to him for money? We can't be gold diggers!" My mother is sick, though. She needs my scholarship money to save her life. To my devastation, my roommate latches onto a school board member and takes away my scholarship. She even mocks me. "With your looks, you could've sold yourself for money. Here's a hundred bucks to compensate you." That's not all—an AI face-swapped picture of me are posted online. Countless people harass me because of them. My mother doesn't want to drag me down, so she takes her life. I break down and choose to jump off a building. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the first day of the semester. The rich kid is looking for a female companion. I immediately say, "I'm the companion you've been looking for, sir!"

My Alpha fiancé, Andre Ackhurst, and his brother, Easton Ackhurst, are identical twins. They have the same looks and scent—no one would be able to tell them apart if not for their starkly different personalities. After a savage pack war, Andre dies, and Easton lives. But when Easton takes over as Alpha, he insists on inheriting both lines of the family—he claims to want to care for me, his sister-in-law. When his girlfriend, Callie Wentworth, learns of this, she berates me for shamelessly seducing her boyfriend. That night, I head to my in-laws' room, wanting to ask them to talk Easton out of his ridiculous idea. However, I hear my mother-in-law say, "Andre, Easton is the one who died on the battlefield. Why did you impersonate him and say you're the one who died?" "Easton" sighs. "Callie is an Omega, and she's weak. Her body won't be able to take it when she learns Easton is the one who died. I have to love her for life on Easton's behalf. "Yes, it's unfair to Jane. However, I'm sure she'll stick it out because she's already carrying my pup. Besides, I'll secretly care for her. She's so kind and considerate—I'm sure she'll understand why I've done this." I'm in disbelief after hearing this. Finally, I understand that my fiancé didn't die. He merely pretended to be his brother so he could comfort another woman. During breakfast the following morning, I tell my in-laws my plan. "Thank you for helping me move past Andre's death. I've thought things through, and I've decided to abort the pup. I'm going to start afresh." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, "Easton" suddenly shatters the bowl he holds as he feeds Callie.