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Ninety stories. Ninety descents. No apologies. 90 Days Wet is a relentless erotica compilation that strips desire down to its rawest form…power, hunger, obsession, and the choices people make when they stop pretending they’re good. Each story stands alone. Different lives. Different rules. Different limits. From polished housewives with dirty secrets to sugar arrangements that blur into ownership, from age-gap dynamics to domination that doesn’t ask permission…every chapter peels away restraint and leaves something exposed. The further you go, the wetter it gets. The darker it turns. The more dangerous the wants become. This is not slow burn romance. This is filth, sex and taboo in all this glory. Read one. Read ten. Just don’t expect to come out clean. 18+ | Explicit themes | Reader discretion advised

*** Cat shifter + three Alphas *** Another year, another heat season, and another attempt to escape, but this time- for good. The secret I carry is almost as dark, sick, and twisted as my hatred for Alphas. Running from my problems, I never thought I'd come face to face with my greatest fear in the form of three men. Three extremely dominant, possessive, and obsessive men. Three Alphas. I've been warned- none of them is willing to give up or step aside. Each of them refuses to stop until they "claim" me. Warning: This reverse harem book contains A LOT of mature content, triggering topics and sensitive themes. (Kinks/ BDSM/ strong language, etc.) BOOK ONE IN THE ALPHAS SERIES. The series: Caught by the Alphas - completed Claimed by the Alphas

After my friend Josh Yates fell deep into gambling, he showed up one day wearing a wide, excited grin, insisting on taking me to Macoria. "I just won big," he said. "My treat. We're staying at the most luxurious hotel." However, the moment we landed, he led me straight into a private room buried deep inside a casino. "The truth is, I lost 7.5 million," he admitted. "If I can't pay it back, they'll sell me off to the Mykar Borderlands… "However, the woman who runs this place is looking for a man with a crescent-shaped birthmark. If they find him, all debts are wiped clean. "You've got one on your stomach. I saw it when you were showering. I'm sorry, man… I really don't want to die." Four men pinned me down on a sofa. That was when I noticed a child's drawing hanging on the wall. I had made it for my mother before I was taken from her. She cherished it, said she would keep it for the rest of her life. An icy smile tugged at my lips. Josh, Josh… this time, you really did place the right bet, I thought. Too bad the winner would not be you.

"Please, I'm begging you… Give it to me… I feel so itchy down there… It's so itchy that I'm dying… Sir, please…" In the dimly-lit stairwell, I can only stare at the flushed cheeks of the beautiful woman who lives next door. That's when I feel my heart beating loudly. I approach her, hoping to lend her a helping hand. But I'm feeling a little hesitant at the same time. The next thing I know, she spreads her legs right in front of me all of a sudden. As I stare at her wet entrance, I can no longer hold myself back…

Three years ago, my girlfriend suffered severe post-traumatic stress after saving my life. She later had a speech impairment that kept her from speaking normally. To cure her, I take on three jobs a day and survive on only bread and water just to come up with the money for her therapy and speech recovery treatment. I happen to be working part-time as a cocktail party waiter one evening when I see my girlfriend, who supposedly has a speech impairment, standing in a fancy dress and being fawned over by the crowd around her. Everyone is calling her "Ms. Holden" and "the heiress of the Holden family". But how can an orphan like her possibly be an heiress?

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

Following an army mission, I ended up spending three years in a coma. After regaining consciousness, I request a temporary leave from the hospital. I sneak over to the army base where my wife, Major Alicia Connor, is stationed. With my heart bursting with joy, I prepare to give her a surprise—only to spot her on the training grounds, cradled in the arms of another man while he does his squats. The newly recruited soldiers cheer them on, saying, "Kiss her! Kiss her!" I figure they're just joking around, but Alicia proceeds to kiss the man without any hesitation. Still clinging to hope, I tell the soldier on guard to tell Alicia to come out and see me. Instead, it's that man, Steven Greene, who shows up. He gets the other soldiers to press me in the mud, snarling menacingly, "He's the monster who kept stalking Alicia three years ago and took advantage of her when she was drunk!" He stomps on the bouquet of asters I bring with me, driving them into the mud as well. "How dare a scar-faced cripple like you set your sights on Alicia? She's the youngest female major in the history of the army! "I'm going to make it clear to you today that Alicia isn't someone a loser like you can get any ideas about!" Blood sputters from my mouth as they give me a good thrashing. The bones in my already injured leg split and fractured even more. But what Steven doesn't know is the fact that, without me, Alicia can't even remain in the army, let alone be a major.

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

He was my savior. Until he became the man who sold me. I thought my brother Kian was my only protector in a neighborhood ruled by blood. Until he sold me to the Graves Triplets, the most dangerous men in the city, to save his own skin. Now, I belonged to them. Locked away in their gigantic estate, I'm no longer a girl with a future. I was the Graves' property. One to lead me, one to break me, and one to manipulate my every thought. They didn't just want my body; they wanted my surrender. The debt was $10 million. The payment was every inch of my skin. WARNING: THIS IS A DARK, HIGH-HEAT REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE. IT CONTAINS THEMES OF KIDNAPPING, FORCED PROXIMITY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. INTENDED FOR AUDIENCES 18+ ONLY.

Genre: Werewolf Romance Reverse Harem Aria Winters has spent her life branded a failure—wolfless, powerless, and despised within the BloodMoon Pack. Orphaned and abused by her calculating stepmother, Morgana, and her cruel stepsister, Celeste, Aria exists as a living reminder of disgrace in a world that values strength above all else. Forbidden even to attend the sacred Bonding Ceremony, she is meant to remain invisible. Instead, destiny shatters expectation. When four legendary Alphas—Kael, Lucien, Rowan, and Asher—are bound to Aria by blazing golden threads meant for another, the packs are thrown into chaos. Declared the prophesied White Wolf, Aria is thrust from obscurity into power, claimed by mates whose bonds awaken both fierce devotion and terrifying desire. Yet the prophecy hides a darker truth: the White Wolf is not salvation, but a curse—one that twists love into obsession and drives bonded mates toward madness and destruction. As Aria’s dormant power awakens, so do deadly secrets. Betrayal festers among the Alphas, ancient records reveal a legacy of insanity and ruin, and Morgana steps from the shadows to claim Aria as her greatest creation—engineered through forbidden bloodlines to become a living weapon. Worst of all, Aria learns that one of her bonds is not only forbidden, but fatal, tied by blood to the curse threatening to consume them all.