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**The world is cruel, and villains rarely pay for their sins—unless you become one.** --- Sherah Hawke lived the dream of many: a perfect marriage to a man who seemed too good to be true. Ethan Farwell, a cold billionaire to the world, was sweet, caring, and devoted to her alone. Their love story was nothing short of a fairytale—a forgotten daughter meeting her prince in an unexpected twist of fate. But fairytales can be lies. Sherah's perfect world crumbled when she overheard Ethan’s chilling confession. She wasn’t the love of his life—she was nothing but a pawn. A tool for revenge against her half-sister, Sophia. Every tender touch, every kind word? A cruel rehearsal for the moment Sophia returned to his life. Heartbroken, Sherah resigned herself to the collapse of her marriage, prepared to walk away. But Sophia wasn’t willing to wait. Impatient and vengeful, her half-sister orchestrated a horrifying plan. The helpless, and betrayed Sherah met a brutal end. But some endings are only the beginning. Sometimes, life gives second chances not to make amends but to unleash the darkness within. Because sometimes… …a good person can become the villain. And Sherah Hawke is done being good.

When a young law intern learns that Sabrina, his attractive coworker with a body made for sin, is "Kat18," his favorite OnlyFans seductress, his summer of boring paperwork comes to an abrupt end. His cock ached after watching her videos of her fingers playing with her dripping pussy in their office cubicle. Their dull internship explodes into a flurry of raw, sweat-stained sex that leaves them both trembling and wanting more as stolen glances transform into heated touches. But Sabrina’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation.

XIEWEZ DHALE WESTERN had a lot of regrets in his life, on of it is to trust the wrong person who just made his life more miserable.He lost his job, he lost his self, he lost his father, and he lost the chance to be happy. Simula nang mangyari ang lahat nang 'yon, nawalan siya nang ganang mabuhay, naging yelo ang kaniyang puso at sing-tigas ng bato ang kaniyang puso. His life change when she came into his life, he was already caught in her dazzling gaze but he pretend that it doesn't affect him. Instead of showing his affection, he shows his irratation. Would she be his inspiration or just an expiration?

Can true love be found at age 37? Does age difference matter? Do hot guys really fall for plus size girls? Do things exist that we don't know about? Right after her divorce, and needing a change of scenery, Tamara moves to Canada to work for her best friend. There she meets Dax, a guy who's not only younger than her but an actor. However, he has a much bigger secret. Will they be able to overcome the age difference, her past, his social status, her insecurities, and his big secret of being a real werewolf? And will he be able to keep her safe from the dangers of his world? From the she wolf intent on making Dax hers at any cost? You'll need to read to find out! 18+ only! Erotic scenes!

During the three years after I'm diagnosed with a malignant tumor, my husband performs over 30 major surgeries on me so he can keep me around to donate my corneas to his true love. Finally, when she has the courage to face her illness under his encouragement, he follows a doctor's advise and gives up on treating me. I laugh when taking my last breath. He has no idea that the cancer has already spread to my eyes. He won't be transplanting my corneas in his true love's eyes—he'll be planting cancer in her.

When Marcus Blackwell meets his new secretary, he knows that she’s the one he’s been waiting for. He can feel it and so can his dragon. He’d planned to take his time seducing her, before introducing her to his darker desires. Fate has other plans for them, speeding up his plans. Will he be able to convince her to be theirs.Louis knew from the moment that Amelia came into his basement office that she was something special, his dragon knew it too. Now he just needs to figure out, what is she to him and his lover?Amelia is just your average modern woman, with a bit of bratty side looking for a dominant to tame her. She doesn’t know what she’s getting into when she takes on the dominant dragon, Marcus and his submissive, Louis. A whirlwind reverse-harem romance pulls Amelia in as her lovers awaken her desires. Pulling her into a drama she didn’t know existed outside of the realm of fantasy and make believe.

"You may be mine, but I am not yours." Kalmin’s emerald eyes blazed with fury as he turned away, slamming the door and locking Nuri inside. "I didn’t ask to be your mate, Alpha,” Nuri hissed at the door. “And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose you either.” But choices mean nothing when fate decides for you. __________ Nuri is a half-wolf, half-human hybrid—unclaimed by any world, unwanted by her mate, and trapped in a bond forged by fate. Kalmin is the ruthless Alpha of the Blue River Pack, feared for his brutality and worshipped for his power. The only thing he despises more than weakness… is her. She didn’t ask to be his. He refuses to be hers. But there’s no severing the mating bond. No escape from the pull that drags her closer every time he pushes her away. And no hiding the way her body betrays her when he gets too close. What begins as a battle for survival becomes something far more dangerous—an unraveling. Of secrets. Of control. Of hearts. Because hating someone is easy. Wanting them is not. In a world where strength is survival and love is a luxury neither of them can afford, Nuri must decide if she’ll run—or rise. __________ Dark. Addictive. Fated. This gritty werewolf romance is for 18+ readers only. Contains graphic sexual content, violence, and themes some may find triggering. Proceed with caution—and maybe a safe word.

Aurora Clark is a seventeen-year-old teen who shifts to New Orleans. She makes new friends at her new university and falls in love with Jacob on their first meeting. Soon, she finds New Orleans mysterious when the students at her university are getting murdered one after another. On a random night, a vampire attacked her and tried to drink her blood, but Jacob came and saved her. She stepped back as soon as she saw Jacob shifting into a wolf; she gulped in fear because she didn't know he was a wolf. Jacob turns towards her, and she screams and pins herself to the wall. "Don't come close to me!" she panicked. When Jacob tried to say something, it came out as a growl, but in response, she was scared and fainted unconsciously. He stepped close and grabbed her in his arms, looking at her beautiful face. She totally fits in his arms like a baby doll. Will she accept him after truly knowing him?

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.