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“This isn’t right…” I whispered. But my stepbrothers grabbed me anyway, their warm hands roaming my body. “You belong to us,” Sylver said darkly. “You’re our pet. Our sub. And that won’t ever change.” ————- My mother and I have been running for three years—from Eryndor Blackshade, the vampire cult leader obsessed with owning me. Just when he finds us again, my mother makes a desperate move: she marries King Reid Thornevale, the most powerful Lycan in the Blood Hollow Pack. But Reid comes with a dangerous secret—triplet hybrid sons, born of vampire and werewolf blood. They’re ruthless, cursed… and now, my stepbrothers. From the moment Sylver, Cassian, and Rylan Thornevale lay eyes on me, something ancient stirs—twisted, forbidden, and hungry. A fire that scorches morality and melts all reason. Our connection isn’t just wrong. It’s deadly. Because the Thornevale bloodline is cursed—descendants of Elder Varek, the first vampire–werewolf hybrid, sealed away centuries ago. The curse awakens under every Red Moon, turning them into monsters driven by bloodlust and desire. Now I’m caught in the middle. Between a cult that wants to sacrifice me… And stepbrothers who want to claim me. And I don’t know which fate will destroy me first.

“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in that lingerie,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It’s been making me go crazy.” I should’ve been thinking clearly, figuring out if he suspected me. But I wasn’t. I was too busy pulling down his pajama pants, needing to feel more of him. He stood up just for a second to take them off, and then he was fully naked. He looked even hotter than I imagined—muscular but not bulky, with a line of dark hair going down to his hard length. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down my legs. Then he got on top of me again, his warm skin touching mine. He kissed me hard as he got between my legs.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

“Five minutes,” Dominic said, his voice low and desperate. “That’s all you have to walk out of my life. Don’t pack a thing—I’ll give you everything you need. Just go… because if you don’t, I swear, I’ll never let you go. Ever.” I froze, my heart pounding. His words were harsh and final. But then I saw it, the way his hands slightly tremble, and the way his chest rose and fell too quickly. He’s shaking. He’s not just pushing me away. He’s terrified. Terrified of himself and of what he might do. A slow smile tugged at my lips as I placed my hand over his heart, feeling the hurried rhythm beneath my palm. “Then it’s a good thing I don’t want to go,” I whisper. “I want to be with you.” Something inside him snapped. Dominic grabbed me, crushed me against him in a desperate, almost broken embrace. His arms tightened like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, his breath shuddered as he buried his face in my neck. He clinged to me like I’m the only thing keeping him in the world. And I hold him just as tightly, because I’m not afraid. ****** When Sophie Carter caught her husband, Ethan Koleman sleeping with his secretary, she expected an explanation or even an apology, but instead, she was slammed with divorce papers and an eight year sentence in jail. What did she do? Ethan accused her of attempted murder. Four years in jail, an offer is presented to her by her husband’s biggest rival, Dominic Hayes. “Marry me and I’ll help you take revenge.” Of course, she takes it. But never did she expect to discover a shocking secret about Dominic that broke her.

“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent. He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol. “18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion. “Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me…. I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing. But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget. But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.

Lena’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I...I made a mistake.” Grayson’s cold laughter cut through the air. He stepped closer, his towering presence suffocating. “A mistake?” His tone was sharp, dangerous. “Dropping a glass is a mistake. What you did?” He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “That was a choice.” Lena flinched, her chest tightening. “I didn’t know...” “You knew exactly what you were doing.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his icy gaze. “And now you’re here, begging for something. Redemption? Love?” His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Don’t insult me.” “I don’t want anything from you,” she shot back, her voice faltering. Grayson’s soft, mocking laugh made her stomach twist. “You always want something, Lena. What is it now? A second chance to ruin me?” Her heart pounded. The man before her was no longer the one she thought she’d left behind...he was powerful, ruthless, and untouchable. And she feared she’d lost him forever. *** Lena married Grayson for his potential, believing she could manipulate him to secure her family’s fortune. Once the deal was done, she discarded him without remorse. But time has changed everything. Grayson has returned, no longer desperate, but a powerful man who has made it clear he wants nothing to do with her. Regret weighs heavy on Lena, but her reasons for seeking him now remain unclear. Is it guilt? Love? Or something far more dangerous? Grayson’s world is ruthless, offering no room for second chances. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior, a question lingers: Can he forgive her, or will he ensure she pays the ultimate price?

“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!” I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze. He let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips. “Your body belongs to me–” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “I, Vermont Cardonisss, am now your Lord, little pet. Bend over!” *** It is better to be a slave to a mafia than to be a sex toy of your very own father. On this account, Grace agrees to pay the debts of her father to the sexy and brutal mafia, Vermont Cardoniss. It becomes a bloody entanglement of two incessant individuals where Vermont seems too ruthless to repent and Grace, too religious to be laid. Would it be a case of a good girl turned naughty or the redemption of a cold-blooded mafia? [Content Guidance: This book is intended for adult as it contains explicit sexual and violence scenes]

Taking advantage of the crowd, Cecilia tries to evade Ethan and flee in between them. But unfortunately for her, she was grabbed by her forearm and pulled inside the boy’s locker room. With someone shutting the door. “You are not going anywhere. ” Ethan growls, caging her within his arms. His warm breath fans her chest as she is drawn in his brown orbs. Cecilia’s breath hitches as his manly scent infiltrates her nostrils and her wolf howls for closure. “Why do I feel something for him? When he touched me, it didn’t feel weird. It felt like I belonged in the warm embrace of his touch.” Cecilia murmured to herself. But that can’t be true unless he is her mate. Funny enough, Cecilia has already rejected her mate. This doesn’t make sense, because it’s only a few are privileged to have a second chance mate. The moon goddess surely wouldn’t bless her with another mate when she was the one who rejected her mate. After rejecting her mate who was her ex-husband, Cecilia is trapped between the Alpha who refuses to let her go, and a bully whose very touch feels like home. But at what cost? With her peace and future on the line, She was left with two choices, neither trust the man who promised her protection nor lose herself to her past.

I seduced his father for revenge-now, my ex-boyfriend's daddy is obsessed with me. --- Everything in my life was beautiful. I had built a career for myself. I had a loving boyfriend. But my world shattered when I found out my fiancé was having an affair with my best friend. To make things worse, his mother blamed me for his cheating. Heartbroken, I approached his father—not to seduce him, just to ask for advice. But one thing led to another, and that night turned into something unexpected—something hot. I secretly recorded the audio of us together... and sent it to my ex and his mother. Then I disappeared from their lives. Two years later, I ran into his father again. He grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and said, “I’ve been looking for you this whole time, baby. I’m not letting you go again. You’re mine.”