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BOOK 1 THE VAMPIRE KING'S MATE King Leroy has been living above the earth for centuries. Many envy him,  and more want him dead. Many have tried to snatch the throne from him, but everyone failed.  He has many supporters and enemies lurking around, looking for his weakness to bring him down, but he's powerful, and with his loyal and skillful guards, no one can bring him down on his knees.   But as time passed, he slowly turned into a deadly devil that no one could stop, and they feared that he would destroy their race and the whole world when darkness consumed him. Only one person could stop him: his mate. He's another half and also his only weakness, but they're starting to lose hope. They've been searching for her for centuries, but until now, they haven't found her.   Time was running out, and the King was slowly consumed by darkness. How can they stop it from happening when the only person, his mate, hasn't appeared yet? *** BOOK 2, THE LAST LYCAN FEMALE "PAIN" That's all I felt. I don't know how long I was here. I couldn't remember anymore. "But I promise once I get out in this hell hole, I will kill them all. I'll avenge my parents' death. "They will regret not killing me because I'll make sure to kill them all once I'm out of here *** Calla, the last Lycan female. Werewolves wanted her to be this mate. They captured her, killed her parents in front of her, imprisoned her, and waited until she was at the right age to feel her mate, Hoping one of them was her mate. Werewolves don't want to follow the lead of King Leroy and plan to create their royalties using Calla.

"I may be blind, Rain, but trust me, I’ll never miss the right hole or the perfect positions to put you in. My eyes don’t stop me from taking you until your legs give out. Open wide for me, wifey." Enzo Salvatore DeLuca, the ruthless billionaire mafia don, was untouchable—until the accident that stole his sight. Now, with time running out, he needs an heir to secure his legacy, and Rain is forced to take her stepsister's place as his bride. Rain always dreamed of a Christmas wedding with the perfect husband, but marrying a blind stranger wasn’t in her fantasies. How could a man who couldn’t see fulfill her wildest desires? He’d need help with everything, and she couldn’t imagine how he’d live up to the man she’d always fantasized about. What she doesn’t know is that he sees every move she makes, from the constant bite of her lips whenever he talks, to the way she walks around naked in the room, thinking he wouldn’t see her anyway, down to the way she watches him with longing whenever he’s changing. What he lacks in sight, he makes up for in raw intensity, dominance, and an ability to give her everything she never dared to ask for. He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do gentle. But with Rain, he might just find more than the healing he never thought possible, and the revenge he had been seeking. "If you ask me, the only reason I need eyes is to see your eyes rolling back when I fuck you. But for now, baby girl, I want to hear it. Let me hear you moan for me.”

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

My boyfriend and his godsister were caught by the vice squad at a scandalous party. When I went to the police station to bail him out, he was disheveled, his exposed skin marked with dried candle wax and whiplash scars. His godsister, Sonia, clung to him, sobbing into his arms. “The light in Sonia’s house was broken. It was too dark, so I went to accompany her,” he said. I couldn’t help but wonder, Did he accompany her all the way to the police station too? In the past, I would’ve demanded an explanation, but I was too tired now—too drained to argue. Without a word, I signed the papers. The vice squad officer looked at me and asked, “Are you Anthony Leeman’s family?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not familiar with him. Just a colleague.” Lowering my gaze, I typed out a message to my father: [I agree to get married. Give me three days, and I’ll marry him.]

Vega’s life, a rich tapestry woven in the shadows, conceals more than meets the eye. Her indigo eyes, twin mirrors of a man she never knew, reflect a phantom figure who vanished before her very existence was etched into this world. The scars on her back, like ancient runes, tell a story of pain and survival—a narrative etched into her skin, whispered by the past she cannot fully recall. It haunts her dreams, a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved. Driven by an unyielding need, Vega embarks on a quest to find the elusive man she calls her father. She seeks closure, to close the book on that enigmatic chapter of her life. But fate weaves an unexpected twist: she discovers she is the Alpha’s second chance mate. A cosmic bond, ancient and unbreakable, binds her to a destiny beyond her wildest imaginings. As Vega delves into her lineage, long-lost secrets emerge from the shadows. Yet, with revelations come dangers—dark forces that threaten her newfound life.

My sister-in-law, Sabrina Linskey, never hides her hatred for me. Yet, on my daughter Elena Satchwell's birthday, she does something I can never imagine. She gives Elena a dress, claiming she had sewn it by hand. She calls it a blessing for Elena's health and safety. I let her ease the dress onto Elena, relief washing over me as I convince myself that Sabrina finally understands the importance of upholding peace in the family. But Elena's skin begins to fester, until even the lightest touch makes her flinch in pain. That's when I realize Elena's fate has been swapped with Sabrina's son's. Mom and Dad, along with my brother, know all about it. Elena, beyond saying, eventually dies. I, too, am killed the moment I uncover the truth. But when I open my eyes again, I return to the day Sabrina arrives with that dress for Elena's birthday.

I don't really know what I was expecting, and it sure as hell wasn't this. Whatever this is...it's even better than I could have imagined. The mystery, the anonymity, the sense of excitement that has reawakened something in me that I haven't felt in what seems like a lifetime ago. The way his hands caress my body, his fingers gently tracing along my skin; my lips against his neck and hands in his hair, wanting him the way he wants me... I'm learning to love the unexpected... **** Still recovering from the heartbreak of a failed engagement, Kristine reluctantly agrees to a girls night out. A night that is meant for her to let loose and forget about her unsuccessful dating life, leads Kristine to meet a mysterious stranger who brings her body back to life in ways she didn't believe possible. This unexpected intimate encounter leads to much more with a man she knows only as E.

“I never should’ve let him have you! You belong to me!” He snarls at me, his voice possessive, authoritative; high spikes of jealousy in his tone. * I fell in love with my husband’s twin brother in high school. It's been five years now and I still can't stop thinking about the Twin that got away. The actual love of my life. When he unexpectedly returns from Europe, our chemistry is stronger than ever. I can’t resist him. Axel, the bad boy. A single touch from him sets my skin on fire. “Tell me you’ve never thought of me all these years. Never even imagined for one second about me,” he rasps. A question that I'm too ashamed to answer. I know I married the wrong twin. But worse than that? I can’t stop fucking my husband’s twin brother under his roof.

Warning!!! extremely erotica flee if you don’t read something streamy, rated 18+ “You’re mine and mine alone do you understand?” he growled in her neck, his fingers buried deep in her wet p*ssy. Her breath caught in her throat as he made her feel like her skin had come to life, she was burning with need, crying for him, craving for him to fill her up. “Answer me!” he ordered then she nodded squinting her eyes shut as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, she cried in pleasure her lips quivered as she whimpered, “I’m yours Asher” Selene had lost her parents after an attack that turned her from a rich girl to a poor orphan. Read this steamy hot novel to find out how her life changed drastically when she encountered Alpha Asher and his jealous twin brother Axel.

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.