Ghost Graphic

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."

[WARNING: DARK ROMANCE] Tessa Langston once lived in a golden cage, trapped in a marriage that was nothing more than beautiful brutality. Her ruthless husband ruled their world with an iron fist wrapped in Armani. To him, she wasn't a wife; she was his most prized possession. But angels weren't meant to be caged. Tessa shattered her golden shackles in the dead of night and disappeared into the shadows of Cascade City. For months, she lived as a ghost with a new name and new life. Every sunrise felt like freedom. Until the day he found her. Blaze Langston doesn't just want his wife back. He wants to break her completely this time. His obsession has transformed into something far more dangerous, and he'll use every weapon in his arsenal: his wealth, his power, and the dark secrets that could destroy everyone she's learned to care about. But Tessa is no longer the frightened girl who once trembled at his touch. She's found her own strength in the darkness, and she's ready to fight fire with fire. The hunter has become the hunted, and Tessa realizes with chilling clarity that this isn't just about escape anymore. It's about survival. Because Blaze won't stop until he owns every piece of her, even if it means destroying them both.

Magnus Ashford was a king among men and a god among wolves. As the billionaire Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, his power was absolute, and his devotion to his mate, Vivienne Marlowe, was the stuff of legends. But power breeds envy. On a night of treachery and silver fire, Magnus is ambushed by hunters and left for dead in the forbidden Whispering Wilds. Saved from the brink of extinction by the ethereal Nymphs, Magnus is forced into a soul-binding Blood Oath. To earn his life, he must serve as their mercenary general in a brutal war against the Centaur tribes. For months, he is a ghost, a warrior trapped in a magical veil, forced to watch from afar as his kingdom is systematically dismantled by Grayson Steele and his army of ancient, cursed wolves. When Magnus finally shatters his chains and returns home, he finds a nightmare in place of his legacy. His mentor is dead, his estate is a ruin, and the pack has branded him a coward who fled in their darkest hour. Worse, the cunning Isla Voss has seized the throne, ruling with a silver fist and the blessing of the very enemies who slaughtered his kin. Vivienne Marlowe is no longer the soft woman he left behind. Hardened by betrayal and scarred by Isla’s cruelty, she looks at Magnus not with love, but with cold, emerald fury. With the Eclipse of Judgment only three days away, Magnus must navigate a deadly web of political intrigue and primal lust to reclaim his throne and his mate before a divine curse strips him of his humanity forever.

For ten years, Seraphina Frostbane was a ghost in her own marriage and the invisible wife to London’s coldest billionaire, Kieran Blackthorne. She was his duty, his mistake, the woman who bore his heir but never his heart. When her father dies and her glamorous sister—the woman Kieran was meant to marry—returns to reclaim everything Seraphina accidentally took, he ends their marriage without hesitation. Broken but unbowed, Seraphina signs the divorce papers, takes her son, and disappears. But fate isn’t done with her yet. At her father’s funeral, an ambush meant to silence her nearly succeeds until she’s saved by Lucian Reed, a mysterious man with a spiral tattoo and eyes that promise danger. Under his brutal mentorship, Seraphina sheds her fragile shell and rises from the ashes as a woman who can bend the city’s elite to her will. But the stronger she grows, the more unhinged Kieran becomes. Realizing too late that his indifference masked a possessive obsession, he launches a ruthless war to drag her back into his empire and his bed. Now, caught between a new love that empowers her, an ex-husband who would burn the world to keep her, and a secret pregnancy that could destroy them all, Seraphina must decide: Will she rule her own destiny… or be devoured by the darkness that once claimed her?

"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * * This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.

"Lara only has six months to live, Camille. Don’t be petty," my Alpha constantly reminded me. To fulfill his First Love’s dying wishes, Lucian gave her everything that belonged to me. He took her across the world to the places that were meant to be ours, and even handed her the wedding ceremony I had spent months planning. My own son, Rowan, clung to her, nuzzling the woman wearing my mother’s soul-stone. "Why can't Lara be my new mommy?" he asked, looking at me with resentment. In the Aurora Shadows pack, the home I bled for as a Luna, I had become a "lowly omega"—a ghost in my own kitchen. But the moment I signed those mating-severance papers and walked away with my violin, I didn't just leave a broken pack. I triggered an ancient prophecy of the Moon Goddess that had slept for centuries. When I return, I am no longer the humble breeder they threw aside. Now, the Alpha who once looked down on me grovels in the mud for a second chance, and the son who rejected me cries for a single look of mercy. I look down from my throne and smile: "You wanted her, Lucian? You have her. But you lost your Luna... and now, you face your Queen."

When Charlie's ghost couldn't let her younger sister Marlie live in peace, Marlie takes her sister Charlie's face to take revenge on Chad, Charlie's high school love and husband, together with his family members for the death of her sister. Knowing so well the dark clouds surrounding the... family, she would stop at nothing to let her sister's soul rest in peace. However, through that process, Marlie came to realize she was falling for her sister's husband and tried to suppress her feelings for him. Not only that but Marlie also realized that the person whom Chad had loved from the beginning and wanted to marry was her and not Charlie, her late sister. "Why do you have my sister and I picture in your wallet?" Marlie, having the face of her sister Charlie asked... "I didn't keep it because of you. I kept it because of Marlie. She's the one I loved and wanted to marry since high school." Chad replied to Charlie [ Marlie ]. What will Marlie do after hearing this big Revelation that would turn all her plans outside down? Will she face her feelings or deny them? Let's find out...

He said he loved me. He said I was everything. Then he stood at that altar, slid a ring onto another woman's finger, and walked out of my life like I was nothing, like our baby growing inside me was nothing. I was poor, powerless, and foolish enough to believe that love could beat a family like his. It couldn't. He let them win, and I paid for it in ways he'll never know. So I disappeared. I buried the girl who cried over Sebastian Hale and built something harder in her place. I raised my daughter, I built my life, and I told myself the only reason I'd ever say his name again was if I was making him hurt the way he made me hurt. Now I'm back, and Sebastian looks at me like he's seen a ghost, like he's been waiting, like he's “sorry”. But, sorry doesn't give me back what I lost. Sorry doesn't undo the years I spent alone, piecing myself together in the dark. He has his regrets. I have mine too. Mine just look a lot more like revenge.

Born a "Latent" into a lineage of apex Alphas, Emily is a ghost in her own home. To her parents, she is a failed investment. To her twin brother, Ryan, she is a social stain to be scrubbed away by the boots of his cruel pack. At the Lycan Academy of Runes and Warfare, she is "The Hollowed"—a girl without a wolf, a student with a brilliant mind trapped in a body the Moonlight Law deems worthless. She has learned to survive in the shadows, nursing her bruises and burying her heart in ancient scrolls. Until the shadows start looking back. First come the messages. Cryptic. Protective. Signed by The Watcher. Then come the gifts—a flask of hot chocolate to dull the pain, a mountain-runner to escape a beating. For the first time in nineteen winters, someone isn't looking at Emily’s lack of a scent. They are looking at her. But the Academy is a meat grinder, and the Alphas are getting hungry. When Lucas Montgomery, the lethally handsome high-tier Alpha, corners her in the campus infirmary, the air doesn't just turn cold—it ignites. He is everything she should fear: rich, ruthless, and radiating a dominant Essence-Aura that makes her knees weak. He claims he wants her for her mind, but the way his hands bruise her waist and his teeth graze her pulse points tells a much darker, hungrier story. Trapped between a secret protector who haunts her phone and a silver-eyed predator who wants to break her on his bed, Emily is caught in a jagged crossfire of ancient pack rivalries and forbidden heat.

“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. “If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.” ………………….. THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18. 185 days. That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin. She was sold to him like property. Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession. She looks like the woman he once lost. And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules. No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch. She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all? She’s no longer sure she wants him to.