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"In a world of werewolves, Humans, witches and vampires, twin alphas Jayden and Kayden rule their respective packs, The Blumoon pack. Alpha Jayden is the alpha of the Blu pack and Alpha Kayden is the Alpha of Moon pack. Kayden is the eldest and Jayden is the youngest. But when Jayden discovers his human mate, Muna Carmichael, his world is turned upside down. Muna has vowed to avenge her parents' deaths, and she never expected her mate to be a werewolf, let alone an alpha. As Muna and Jayden are forced together by the bonds of the moon Goddess, they find themselves falling for each other. But with Muna's vow for revenge hanging over their heads, will they be able to find happiness together?" Will she find out the main truth regarding her parents death. will she find out her true identity? Why's Jayden's ex girlfriend coming back now that Jayden loves his mate? Will they be able to conquer and fight the unforseen people after Thier bond? Read To find out.

"Be careful not to miscarry, you worked so hard to mate with me for this child, you better take care of yourself now!" The Alpha's cold angry voice spreads a shiver down Rene's spine. Born as a recessive omega and a slave, Rene's life has been full of misery and humiliation, what happens when he is forced to become a sex slave to the cold hearted Barbarian, Lyrien, a powerful dominant Alpha whose name strikes terror even to other Alphas? Lyrien is a savage beast, who hunts and kills for pleasure, he greatly despises the sex slave sent by his enemy to serve him. Rene is an innocent omega who is caught between the power struggles between Clans and Alphas. In a world ruled by the strong will Rene manage to survive or will he be crushed by his brute master whose cruelty leaves his spirit hanging on a thread? This is an omegaverse MM Dark romance, containing dark themes, such as abuse, torture, male pregnancy, proceed with caution.

I sell handmade fortune cookies in the park. Each one costs $10,000, yet every day, people fight to buy them. That’s because what I sell are fertility fortune cookies. Eat one, and you can get pregnant instantly. You can even choose what kind of child you want. Slip in a double-yolk charm, and you’ll have twins. Seal in a perfect test paper, and your child will be a genius. A spayed female dog ate one and ended up pregnant with six puppies. Someone buried a fortune cookie beneath a withered tree, and by the next day, it had burst into full bloom. I sell fortune cookies to both women and men—anyone who wants to get pregnant. I turn no one away. Even animals, if they so much as make a sound, I’ll feed them. Until one day, a young woman, Mara Kessler, who had been standing in line from dawn until dusk, finally stepped forward and timidly said she wanted to buy a fortune cookie. I only took one look at her, then staggered back in terror. "I can’t sell to you. Leave. Now."

I was cleaning up the house on the second day after my wife went for a business trip. I casually instructed the smart speaker. “Smart, play some music.” However, I heard a husky, strange male voice. “Sure. I’m the Sun that loves you. Plus, Lindy, I would like to remind you not to forget about your birthday surprise for Sam tonight.” I stiffened and found the music particularly annoying. Linda Clark was my wife, but I had no idea who Sam was. I immediately called my wife. “Did you use the smart speaker at home?” Linda paused for a moment before she laughed indifferently. “Oh, my friend visited me a few days ago. She might have connected her account to it. What’s wrong?” I laughed and told her it was nothing. After hanging up, I found the login record of the speaker and hailed a cab. I headed straight to the registered company associated with the unfamiliar account on the record.

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.

Like many women who refuse to give up until they hit a dead end, Winter Scott once tried to make a man like Chris Xander fall in love with her. But after three years of marriage, they were nothing more than strangers. When she was brutally attacked and her life was hanging by a thread, Chris wasn’t with her. He was by the side of his former love. Winter forced herself to let go. Yet the powerful man she thought she had left behind refused to disappear from her life. Step by step, he closed in on her, cutting off any chance of a new romance in her life and blocking every path of retreat. “You’re the one who insisted on marrying me back then,” he said coldly. “As long as I don’t agree to a divorce, you’ll never be free of me.” Winter looked at him coldly. “Sorry, Mr. Xander. Game over. This marriage ends when I say it ends.”

My name is Elvira Rossi, daughter of Don Rossi, head of the Itavelle mafia family. Three months ago, my father was killed. Our operations were stripped bare, nothing left. The accounts were draining fast, and the family still had mouths to feed. Then a DNA report surfaced out of nowhere. According to it, I was the LaRosa family's long‑lost true heiress, missing for eighteen years. Money, at last, had found its way to me. For the sake of my people, I was willing to set aside my pride and play the part of a sheltered heiress. The car sent to escort me back to the estate broke down halfway up the mountain? I steadied it with one hand and carried it the rest of the way to the hilltop manor. The fake heiress dissolved into tears, accusing me of pushing her? I answered by striking the century-old tree in the courtyard, splitting it clean through. She went silent immediately. My fiancé sent bodyguards to "teach me self‑defense"? My two friends politely introduced them to the concept of being permanently embedded in a wall. As my so‑called "family" shook in fear, my knuckles cracked softly. After all, before inheriting the mafia, I inherited my father's favorite rule: "If violence can solve it, don't waste words."

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

She gave up her wolf for love. For Blaze. For their child. Nessa did the impossible sealing the very essence of who she was so she could live a quiet human life beside her fated mate. She believed love would be enough. She believed he would be enough. But when their son is born with a mysterious mark one that resembles a forbidden mating bond Blaze sees betrayal instead of destiny. Accusations shatter their fragile peace. Trust turns to ash. And the woman who sacrificed everything is cast aside as if she meant nothing. Yet the mark is no proof of infidelity.It is a warning. Because when dark forces rise to claim the child, the truth becomes terrifyingly clear: the mark was never about betrayal… it was about power. Now, with their son’s life hanging by a thread, Nessa and Blaze must confront secrets, pride, and a love they nearly destroyed. Only when everything is at risk will they learn. Some bonds cannot be broken. And some sacrifices were never meant to stay buried.