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Ria’s life changes overnight when a mysterious AI app she downloaded throws her into the dangerous world of werewolves and ruthless Alphas. Trapped inside the body of Charlotte who was the feared and hated Luna of Alpha Klein,Ria finds herself surrounded by enemies, lies, and a mate bond she never asked for. Alpha Klein who is cold violent and feared by every pack,he noticed the quick change in Charlotte… As hidden powers awaken inside Ria,The packs are on the edge of war,but the biggest mystery remains unanswered… Who is Ria… and why does every powerful wolf seem terrified of what she is becoming?

Synopsis Scarlett Darkhaven, a powerful werewolf with the unique ability to control metals, thought she could outrun her past. But when a ruthless werewolf hunter tracks her down, she’s thrown into a deadly confrontation that leaves her husband wounded and her freedom shattered. Trapped in the infamous lake prison and staring down a death sentence, Scarlett is racing against time to break free. Her son, whose werewolf powers are starting to surface, is at risk of being captured by relentless hunters seeking revenge. With their connection shattered and the clock ticking, she must confront overwhelming challenges to safeguard her family and tap into her true strength.

“Spread your legs for me, Lily. I want to see your heat. I want to touch every inch of you until you are nothing but spent.” My legs parted before my head could even process it, pussy dripping wet from hearing him speak that way to me. Being the Alpha’s good girl is all I have ever wanted, and now I was going to prove to him, just how well I could take his cock and be his good girl at once. * After my parent died, I was lucky to be taken and sheltered by the Alpha. Living with the Alpha, my job was to be a good girl and listen to the Alpha’s instructions and I didn’t have much objection—only that I wanted to be the good girl who took his cock, and the one who knelt for his filthiest, most sinful commands. I have spent the last four years desiring a man who should be just my Alpha. And he? He had spent four years drowning in denial. But not anymore. It all started on the night of the heat. Rough hands, hard moans, dirty words. Now, All I do is take Daddy’s cock while being his good girl. Note: This book contains high sexual elements. It is not for readers younger than 21.

"Have you ever loved me?" Lilian's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Never." … Lilian Stephan had always loved Marcus Damon, it was love at first sight and she tried all her possible best to make sure that she gets married to Marcus. She sacrificed everything just to be with him to become his wife. Even after getting married to him he never for once showed her any love or even care about her. But she did not really mind and she just kept hoping that he would return back to her side. But she was given a divorce paper instead. She found out that she had always been a substitute for someone else. Lilian gathered her courage and left. She returned five years later with a baby that looked so much like Marcus.

‘Spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs. This book contains high sexual content, it is not for readers younger than🔞. Clogged in the web of dissatisfaction I had always thought that I had a problem with being sexually satisfied, until I met the very man who I should never think of moaning to, he is my acting father Mr. Ignazio Vecenzo, Thompson. A sex machine who knew how to please my body and when exactly to stop. I had many plans for the day and none included moaning to the man I should call father, after bumping into him with his miraculous member sliding in and out of his hand, I found myself wishing to have him for just a day, however, my mind wind off to having him forever as his deft fingers found my clit, ripping moans off my throat, as no one has ever done. As lines fell pleasantly for me, I found myself moaning to him every single day taking his sexual command, being daddy’s good girl, and wishing for nothing other than to have him buried deep inside of me. Navigating my way through so many obstacles, I realized that my lust for him had whirled into love and I was determined to keep him even if it meant going against the entire world. However he was not the good man I fell for, he was the monster I never knew existed, a killer Machine and a man who has so many darksides yet I crave him gravier than any other.. Again, this book contains high sexual content. Recommended for readers older than 18.

I found an old quill in an antique shop and decided to buy it since I have always wanted to write with quills. However, as soon as I touched the quill to the paper, I was transported into the book. I wasn't the only one there, though three males who always hide their identities behind masks were in the book with me. They claim the quill belongs to them, and I must return it. Since I refuse, they follow me into every book I go into. One day, I was debating which of my mature books to write when I accidentally spilled the ink onto my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The only way they'll help me out of the book is if I give the quill back, and there is now a fourth. As I go through more of the book with them, I start noticing things. Things I had never planned for in my book, and it concerned me because even though I hadn't written those parts yet, none of the other stories I had used the quill on had ever gone that off track. However, when we tried to leave the book, it wouldn't let us back out. It seems we're stuck in the book until we finish all 1001 Dark Tales.

“Keith…” I breathe, rather wickedly as a hint of a smile appears on my lips. “Are you…aroused?” “Would you stop?” he bites out. “I have a beautiful girl in my arms - I can’t help how my body reacts.” “Oh, sure,” I tease. “Stop. Moving.” “You know, I’m surprised you saved me,” I begin, wanting to annoy him even more. “Especially because you think my behavior is so - oh, what was it? Immoral?” “Just because you’re an immoral minx, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be hurt,” he says dryly. A minx, huh? -- I‘m pro anti-matebond. My wolf City, however, allows us to mimic the scent that each individual werewolf prefers. She makes men obsessed with me. They think they’re in love and will do anything I ask of them. I used my charm and saved my bff from her abusive mate, the beta of Lock Heart pack. While his alpha, Keith, a mate bond believer, have my charm disabled…

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”