Ghosted Whispers

Astra Finnegan has always had a sharp tongue and a natural charm that made her popular—at least, in the human world. On her eighteenth birthday, everything changes when a voice whispers in her mind, “I’m Lola, your wolf.” Now, Astra must leave behind everything she has ever known to attend a school meant for her kind. She’s about to uncover the truth about the father she once presumed dead and the reason she feels irresistibly drawn to the mysterious boy who haunts her dreams. But if she wants to survive in this new world, she’ll have to play by its rules—even if that means faking a relationship with a boy she can’t stand and befriending girls she has nothing in common with. Except this isn’t the world she’s used to. Being headstrong and stubborn might have worked before, but here, it could lead to disaster. Can Astra adapt to the life of a werewolf, or will her defiance cost her everything? Will her fake relationship turn into something real, or will her reckless attitude ruin her chances? Above all, Astra is about to learn what it means to have a mate, as well as prove she belongs in the pack. Because if she doesn’t, rejection is the least of her worries. But, can anyone really run away from who they truly are?

“I won’t be one of your choices, Logan.” A hand around her neck and the other holding her chin up, he declares, “You were never an option, little mouse. It was you from the start.” ----- Hanna Going back home is like visiting a museum of shame. Worse, beyond that ugly feeling are harsh reality checks—parents don’t live forever, Evergreen is in danger, and the man who broke my heart five years ago is offering the position of Luna, co-guardian of the pack, in a silver platter. He’s desperate to tear my walls down even if it means breaking us in the process so he can rebuild us from the dust. But we can’t afford destruction when death tolls are on the rise and the dead starts walking. -- Logan When I learned that she left, I expected a swift return. But her shadow never once graced Evergreen’s borders, until now—when it’s the most dangerous. Her presence is the warmest comfort wrapped in a wall of thorns. I bleed for her with every push and pull, battering it down so I can meet the girl who fell for me at sixteen and start over. But something lurks in the shadows seeking to destroy our lands before we can even begin. As whispers of a curse dance in the hopeless silence, I find salvation in the unlikeliest of places—a journal from my ancestor, and a woman who’s been guarding secrets.

Tiana anticipated the Ball which happened once every year since the full moon was a rare occurrence. This year, Lewis her boyfriend who was the Alpha was to announce his mate publicly. “ I, Alpha Lewis accept and proclaim Melissa my mate and my Luna,” Tiana had never been more awestruck before. She convinced herself that she must have misheard but when the pitiful whispers erupted and Melissa mounted the platform, she knew that she had heard right. She had been rejected by her own mate who had confessed a million times his love for her. Unable to bear the news and the shame, she runs out of the Ball in tears. Why did something this horrible happen to her? She had loved him deeply and this was what she got in return...

My name is Kemira, and I am an omega. I was blamed for my Luna’s death as a wolf-less pup. My true mate turned out to be the Alpha’s son who rejected me instantly. Now, I am bound to the former Alpha’s sick, twisted games and torture. As penance for my sins. When the Lycan King arrives, he finds me chained and beaten. Though he refuses the bond, he can’t deny our connection. Can he? .... “Oh goddess!” I moan as my heat surges. “What is it? More pain?” He asks as I take his hand, moving it to my pulsating core. I need his touch. “Kemira, I can’t.” He fights his lycan as I grind on his hand in the ice bath. “Please. I need you.” I beg him and his lycan. “Takoa.” His hand slides down my stomach. The coolness contrasts against my burning heat. His fingers slide between my wet folds. Circling my nub. “Yes… goddess, yes!” I moan as his pace quickens. He slides a thick finger inside me. “More. Please.” I moan. He adds a second finger. Feeling my p8ssy stretch. Trying to take him. “You feel so good, baby.” He whispers, stroking me faster. I grip the tub as his free hand massages then squeezes my n9pple. I gasp arching into him. “Takoa!” I moan falling apart. He doesn’t stop until I collapse against him. He pulls his fingers from my core and licks them clean. “So delicious” He whispers.

"Well, Myra,” he whispers, his voice low and seductive, "being late comes with consequences because I hate when somebody makes me wait." "What kind of consequences?" | asked, my heart pounding. Zayn's gaze intensified as he looked into my eyes. "The consequence, Cupcake," he huskily murmured, "that I'm going to have to punish you." ••• Myra Oberoi, a symbol of sweetness and kindness, held a heart of gold despite her troubled past. Zayn Hunt, the merciless Mafia King, had a reputation for crushing anyone who dared to cross him. He was a cold-hearted king, while she was a kind-hearted conqueror. He was a dangerous flame, and she was as fragile as water. Yet, their hearts entwined, and she ruled the heart of the Mafia who ruled the world. Her father tortured her throughout her life, and she thought Zayn was no saint. Yet, against all odds, he filled her life with happiness and love. However, fate played a cruel game, tearing them apart and leaving them to face a heartbreaking separation. What does fate have in store for these two souls? Will they ever find their way back to each other?

In the heart of a modern metropolis lies Elysium, an exclusive BDSM club where the wealthy and powerful shed their masks and surrender to forbidden desires. By night, behind velvet curtains and gilded cages, Dominants and submissives dance in a dangerous symphony of pleasure and pain. Shadows of Desire follows a cast of lost souls drawn into Elysium’s seductive orbit: a newcomer aching to submit, a jaded Master with a dark past, a cunning Dominatrix guarding her secrets, a switch torn between roles, and a voyeur hungry for more than just watching. As decadent play turns to emotional entanglement, bonds of trust deepen – until whispers of betrayal begin to echo through the opulent chambers. In this world of consensual extremes, where ecstasy and agony blur, one hidden traitor threatens to destroy the sanctuary that binds them all. Secrets, obsessions, and power collide in a fast-paced, darkly seductive romance. Will love and loyalty survive when the truth comes to light, or will the betrayal lurking in the shadows shatter the fragile trust that holds Elysium together?

Maya has always lived in the shadows, hiding her dreams behind quiet brushstrokes and careful smiles. Love? That was a risk she never dared to take — especially not with Ethan, her best friend’s successful, enigmatic older brother. With his sharp suits and quiet strength, Ethan is everything she shouldn’t want… and the only man who has ever truly seen her. But when a charming rival starts pursuing Maya, her safe world begins to unravel. Suddenly, she’s forced into the spotlight, facing the whispers of a town that never really forgave her family — and the haunting secrets Ethan carries behind his guarded eyes. Torn between a love she craves and a past that still holds her hostage, Maya must find the courage to fight for her own happiness. A stolen glance. A hidden touch. A love so deep it could heal them… or break them forever. When her heart is finally on the line, will Maya risk everything for the one man she was never meant to love?

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔—𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. I chose him. I was forced to. But I never expected Mateo Marcelli to be battling his demons. Known as the most ruthless consigliere, he seals every deal—whether his enemies agree or not. The world fears him. The underground bows to him. And now, I’m bound to him. His presence is demanding—dangerous, all-consuming. I should run, I should fear him before he consumes me too. But something about his glare when his eyes look at me, it sets me ablaze. Twisting fear into desire. My heart whispers a truth my mind refuses to accept: Mateo Marcelli will never hurt me. Even when he offers me an escape... 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆.

“If you agree to be my pet for a year then you and your father will be free." The devil whispers coldly with his eyes full of desires. She knows this will drag her to hell but she says yes! To save her father who stole from the ruthless Mafia lord, she stands up for her father's life. Everyone surrenders to him, but she dares to confront him. ******* Mia Anthony's life turned beyond expectation when circumstances changed her fate and she got married to Luca Vitiello — the ruthless Mafia lord. Against all odds, Mia will stay with the devil for a year. She will be his pet, his possession, and property; bound to satisfy his itching urge. But what will happen when Luca's obsession grows and their souls begin to crave each other, only for a huge secret to unfold — One that will shatter their growing bond and create a bridge. Find out in this intriguing tale.

A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .