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“I will choke you to death till you beg for me to stop but I won’t. I will make you pour out all the water left in your body with my tongue”. In a sudden and tense encounter, I found myself desperately seeking answers from him. But his silence only fueled my frustration. With emotions boiling over, I couldn't contain my anger, clenching my fist as I shot him a piercing look. Undeterred, I pressed on, demanding a response, my annoyance growing palpable. However, his explosive reaction caught me off guard, as he silenced me with a fierce command, his grip on my face sending shivers down my spine. The chilling intensity of his eyes left me paralyzed, consumed by fear. I realized I had provoked a dangerous force, a man exuding an aura of unapproachable defiance. Tears welled up as his grip tightened, and my helplessness only deepened. The emotional storm between us unveiled a side to him that was ruthless and merciless, living up to the ominous title he bore. With a final, venomous word, he tore away a bandage and stormed out, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling encounter that had just unfolded.

Isla never meant for anyone to read it. The diary was supposed to be safe — a place where she could pour out every secret, every embarrassing feeling, every word she'd never say out loud. Including everything she felt about Marcus. The most popular boy at Westwood High. The one who looked right through her. Then Sofie leaked it. Overnight, Isla went from invisible to infamous. Her words — raw, honest, humiliating became the school's entertainment. Marcus mocked her. The CPP made her life hell. And the girl she once called her best friend walked away without looking back. But while everyone was busy laughing, one person was reading differently. Theo noticed everything. The scholarship boy they all ignored. Quiet, guarded, always at the edges of a world that never wanted him. He saw something in Isla's words that nobody else did because he already knew what it felt like to be seen as nothing. He just never expected to fall for the girl who wrote them. My Diary, His Eyes is a slow-burn YA romance about secrets that destroy you, words that save you, and the boy who saw you long before you ever noticed him.

⚠️ Warning: ️ EXTREME HEAT WARNING ️⚠️ This book contains raw, unfiltered erotica, dark romance, taboo kinks, brutal BDSM, GAY, LESBIAN, and every filthy, dripping desire your depraved mind begs for. Enter at your own risk and come undone. L U S T R O N O M I C A A savage constellation of stories where desire burns hotter than dying stars and bodies collide in wet, brutal, unstoppable gravity. Between the endless black void and the slick, throbbing pull of total surrender, lovers crash into each other—cocks buried deep, cunts soaked and clenching, mouths hungry for every forbidden taste of skin, sweat, and sin. Every story is a savage gravitational fuck between dominance and delirium, pain and ecstasy, control and the wet, shaking moment you finally break. It’s a reminder that the most dangerous thing isn’t the fall into darkness… it’s how fucking good it feels to burn alive, screaming, while you come harder than you ever thought possible.

Prince Lior is the second prince of the Raester kingdom, and descending from a long line of werewolve-kings. He has a kind heart and Beautiful personality and also everything at his beck and call except for the one thing that he wants the most: the affection and acceptance of his mate. His first and only love. He is rejected by her and plunged into such deep despair that one act of carelessness in the pit of his misery makes him end up with a wife that he never wanted, a companion that he hated and now he has to make decisions that he has never had to deal with before, he has to grow out of the carefree boy into a man and to learn to live with his consequences or…maybe fall in love with them. Nine, an orphaned girl who grew up in an orphanage and later bought by a pimp who calls herself mum and sells girls to whorehouses and maual Labor. One day Nine helped an unknown drunk man and ended up getting r*ped. Few weeks later, she found out she was pregnant and when she was probed, it was discovered that she was pregnant for a Royal.

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and her identity. He used them to escape a poor, forgotten corner of the rural West, then ran off with another woman. He became a law professor, standing at podiums and lecturing about justice. She became a famous painter, giving interviews about integrity. My grandmother spent her whole life trapped in that same dying farmland. Everyone called her an old maid. She never stopped waiting for him. Not even on her deathbed. Fifty years later, I clawed my way out of that godforsaken place on the strength of two generations, my grandmother and my mother. I made partner at a top law firm. It was graduation season. I sat in the lead interviewer’s chair. Across from me sat a girl. Polished. Confident. The most outstanding graduate from the best law school in the state. I opened her résumé and flipped through it page by page. Then I stopped at the family information section. I stared at that name for a very long time. I looked up at her and said quietly, “You didn’t get the job.”

Damien Sterling is evil. He is so evil he wants me to pretend to be his fiancee before he can help me find my missing sister. The same woman he claimed to be his first love. "Call it what you may. I'll only help you if we work together on something." Me? Work together with Damien Sterling? "What do we work on?" "You mean, what are we working on?" A beat of silence. Then, he spoke. "We are going to get engaged. I mean, you're going to act like we are engaged. For six months." "Ha!" I cackled, face blank of expression. Then, a burst of laughter escaped me. While he watched me like I was crazy, I just kept on laughing. "Are you crazy? I'll be playing house? With you?" "I'm serious." While playing house with the billionaire devil, I must let go of my dream to be the top investigative journalist of Westmore Times and avoid falling for my missing sister's first love. Will this be possible when we are stuck in the same building, filled with heat and forbidden passion crackling between us?

Sean Parker's first love, Thea Smith, is back. The comments flood in, as everyone is waiting for me to frame her and then get brutally exposed. But the system I'm bound to is an angst system. So, I can only earn points by suffering. Only with full points can I win ten billion dollars. I'm scratching my head as to how to rack up points when Thea suddenly cuts her own face with a knife. She points at me accusingly and cry, "Why did you ruin my face?" I'm overjoyed. It's finally here—this is the part where I get tormented! But Sean points to the corner coldly. "The surveillance camera is on. Do you want me to replay it?" The air freezes, and I see a line of text appear above her head. It reads, [Angst Points: +25] Countless comments pour in like a frenzy. "Holy crap! Is Thea also bound to a system?" "No way. Are both the evil supporting character and the scheming female lead players who are farming points?" I look at the 25 points Thea scored so easily and think about the 15 points I've painfully accumulated over six years. I clench my fists. This isn't some tragic romance story. It's clearly a cutthroat competition between players! In that case, it is time for me to fight back.

~"I've been dreaming about making love to you since the first day I saw you, Kim." Zachary whispered tentatively into my ears~ Kimberly Gilbert never imagined her first real job after college would land her inside Maxwell Telecommunications Enterprise, the gleaming empire ruled by billionaire CEO Zachary Maxwell. Fresh out of university and clutching a résumé still warm from the printer, she stepped into his world on a crisp Monday morning, expecting nothing more than an entry-level desk. But the moment their eyes met in his high sunlit roof office, everything changed. One look. One spark that neither could deny. What began as instant, breathtaking attraction quickly blossomed into something deeper as they stole moments between board meetings and late night texting sessions. Their love grew quietly, fiercely, until the shadows closed in. Jealousy gave rise to enemies, hungry to destroy Zachary and everything he’d built, saw Kimberly as the perfect weapon. They would stop at nothing to tear the two apart. This is the story of how two hearts collided at first sight… and fought like hell to stay together.

The day Noelle Rutherford finds out she's pregnant, she braves the rain to go to a club that Chester Gray frequents. She stands outside a private room and pats her soaked hair dry with some tissues, wanting to surprise him when his get-together ends. Through the ajar door, she hears laughter. "Chester, your wedding to Noelle is in a week. Is your surprise for her ready?" "Of course," Chester says, his usually cool voice laced with tipsiness. "I'll make it a memory she'll never forget." Noelle pauses, and her lips curve upward in a sweet smile. Throughout her three years with Chester, he has truly cherished her like a treasure and loved her with all his heart. "Ha! Do you think she'll have a meltdown and lose her mind on the big day when she finds out I've been toying with her while pretending to be you this whole time?" Someone laughed. "She'd never in her wildest dreams imagine that Chester has an identical twin brother! When she finds out her boyfriend's brother has been playing her for three years…"

"Mr. Owl you're like a sun that shine brightly to everyone, people can see and feel it but they can not touch it no matter what unless they're not afraid getting themselves burn. With such a distinguished family, status and power that you own it's easier to kill me with a lil touch as if to crush an ant. I have no reason not to be afraid of you."