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Amelia had never expected to have such a tragic life. In the second year of her marriage, she was drugged to vegetable status. She could not move, speak, eat, or go to the bathroom on her own, but could hear and feel and see how her husband betrayed and humiliated her. In the big, fancy wedding room of her and her husband, Amelia was placed in a cold wheelchair with a thin blanket covering her legs. In front of her was an extravagant canopy bed which was picked up by her mother as the dowry. But now there lay another woman, laughing and tangling with her own husband, Ian.

Alayasia Grim is the Beta female of the Mystic Wolves Pack, married to Maxim Grim, and they have a 6-year-old daughter named Zara. Things look good on the surface, but the truth is that Alayasia is nothing more than Maxim's bed warmer. She was given to him by her father and has been stuck since. Maxim hates her and hates their child. On top of that, Alayasia is keeping a big secret from everyone about herself. Will she ever escape her sad existence? What happens when she comes across Houston Lowe, the Beta of the Ironside Pack?

When your hot stepbrother holds you in bed, groans your name and asks you to give in, what do you do? Natalia just broke up with her jackass ex-boyfriend. The last thing she needs right now is another shitty relationship. So when her stepbrother Eason, the notorious fuckboy, suddenly show a strong interest in her, she knows she needs to stay away. Yet steamy, bad, irresistible, and toxic. She still ends up fallen, for this green-eyed hot boy who is impossible to say no to.

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

Blaze’s tongue speared into me, flicking and sucking fast and a strangled scream tore out of my throat. I arched off the bed, or attempted to, but Blaze’s grip on my hips were like granite, mercilessly pinning me to the bed as he ravished me like I was his last meal on earth. “Please,” I cried out through a stuttered moan. A moment later, Justin was crouching above me, gripping my throat firmly and making me mewl shakily as my eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. “You wanna be a good girl for us? Don’t you?” He asked, voice silky and deep. I nodded my head vigorously, eagerly. I wanted to be good for him, for the both of them– always. I always want to be good for them. “Now shush. Be a good girl and take it.” ————- Molly has been in a relationship with Justin for over a year, and their love was as strong as mountains. When Molly’s twenty-first birthday arrived, she didn’t expect her boyfriend to bring her most dirtiest fantasy to life, which was to have a threesome with two hot looking men. And when Molly and her boyfriend realized just how much they loved that night spent with Blaze, it became a reoccurring experience. But, what Molly didn’t expect to happen, was for her to unknowingly start catching feelings for Blaze. • • This is a m/w/m ménage story featuring: - dom/sub undertones. - sexual awakenings. - dirty as fuck sex.

He wants her body and a baby, not her heart. Phoebe is in over her head. When billionaire Damon comes to her rescue, sparks fly. She wonders if he could be her prince charming until he offers her a business deal instead. A baby for enough money to care for herself and her disabled sister. How can she refuse? As passion flares, and their relationship changes, she has to remember falling in love isn't part of the deal. Nights in his bed don't guarantee a happy ever after for her, him, or their baby.

Hartley Sinclair is drowning. Bills are piling up, her brother is dying, and hope is slipping through her fingers. One reckless night changes everything when she wakes up in the bed of Declan Westcott—a billionaire who doesn’t believe in love. When Declan offers her a contract marriage to solve his own problems, Hartley knows it’s dangerous, but desperation leaves her no choice. As lies, jealousy, and obsession grow, Hartley must decide if surviving his world is worth losing herself—or if love can exist in the shadows of power.

The bed was wet beneath me, soaked by the juices that flowed from between my thighs. A grunt, one so husky brushed against my ear as he moved in and out of me. "Don't tell Kimberly," Alpha Ryan groaned as he pushes his cock deeper until the tip brushed a tender spot. I shudder beneath him. Kimberly was his future Luna. She was also my sister. I looked up at him beneath my lashes. "Don't tell my sister you slipped inside the wrong one?"

“Don’t flatter yourself. In my bed, there’ll be no pleasure for you—only pain. Mate bond or not, I’ll ruin you before I ever love you.” That was the promise I got on my wedding night. Being forced to marry the Alpha who hates me? That wasn’t part of the plan. I’ve spent years plotting the downfall of the pack that took everything from me. But when heat came unexpectedly, fate bound me to Lord Lucan—cold, ruthless, and devastatingly powerful. I didn’t choose him. The bond did. To him, I’m nothing but the daughter of traitors. A stain on the pack and a reminder of everything he lost. To me, he’s the son of the enemy who wrongly condemned my family. When he dragged me to the altar, it wasn’t love—it was revenge. When he touched me, it wasn’t passion—it was punishment. He didn’t mark me out of love. He did it to cage me. Now I’m trapped in his bed, his territory, his rules… while he swears to make my life a living hell. But hate is a dangerous line to walk— Especially when his touch burns hotter than fire, and his kisses steal the breath from my lungs. I was determined to destroy his pack. He was determined to destroy me. Only one of us will win this game—and it won’t be the one who falls first.

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford. Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry." I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes. "Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago." "Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life." "Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart." Confusion is written all over my face. I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?