How Much Cursed Energy Does Gojo Have

when Ashley realized that her mate was the same guy that raped her under the cold hard floor of their school restroom. she found herself falling into the evil hands of sex and seduction with a mix of danger and thrilling adventure, She discovered that she had a previous life with a vampire but can he succeed in ruining her life as he planned? find out

"Bound by a prophecy, our love was never ours to keep. It was written, a passion cursed to consume us both—destined to ignite, destined to destroy, and never to be undone." Have you ever looked at your stepbrother and been like, Damn, I wanted him? For Ahvi Thatcher, life as a step-sibling has never been easy. She remembered the first time she saw him and the attraction that nearly knocked herself off her feet. It was strong—too strong, almost unnatural. But he was her stepbrother and the feelings were wrong and she knew it, yet she couldn't resist the lure of the forbidden fruit that was her step-brother. One forbidden bite and she found herself in a whirl of passion and intrigue, torn between the forces of love and lust that battled inside her heart. Will Ahvi be dragged into the shadows by her stepbrother, her sinful desires, and her own forbidden passion, or will she break free and find a brighter road ahead? What if there was no bright road ahead? What if everything and everyone she knew was a lie and now she must save herself from a world she never knew existed in the first place? only if she hadn't given in to her desires.

"Now, mate. where are my kisses?" the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings angrily at his words. My wolf as if listening his voice scratched her ears. "Umm...." I shuffled on my seat trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip and a growled rumbled in his throat. f**k that was sexy. He leaned down so that his lips were bare inches away from mine. "Don't bite it. I want to do that." He whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils and I lost the contact with surrounding. Esma is a 25-year-old werewolf in the Blue Moon pack, where her father is Alpha. She has yet to meet her mate, which is unusual for werewolves. This all changes when she catches the delicious scent of strawberries and cardamom while her pack is being attacked by the ruthless wolf prince Alpha Reed Xander. Can Esma help him change his tyrannical path in life, lead him towards redemption and love or will follow him into his Darkness.

After years as inseparable friends, Sage and Kaiden have always known they could count on each other until hidden feelings start to bubble up. Kaiden, a beta, has secretly loved Sage, who is also a beta, since their school days. But with Sage eyeing someone new, Kaiden offers to help his friend pursue this new love interest. However, Kaiden’s “help” might not be as innocent as it seems, as it brings them closer than ever and unveils a possessive streak in Kaiden that neither expected.

Seraphina Nightbane was never meant to survive. Every fated mate she’s ever had is dead. Gone without a trace. Nobody. No scent. No answers. Now, no wolf dares to claim her. No pack will take her in. Because the message is clear—whoever mates her is as good as dead. But the Council doesn’t believe in curses. They believe in power. And an unmated she-wolf with no allegiance? That’s a threat they refuse to ignore. So they give her a choice. Take a mate. Or be exiled. But this time, she refuses to let fate decide for her. This time, she signs a contract. One deal. Four Alphas. A bond that never should have existed. Kieran Stormclaw—The ruthless Alpha King who doesn’t believe in love. Caspian & Cian Moonshadow—Twin Alphas, one cold and cunning, the other wild and unpredictable. Ronan Darkmoor—The cursed prince who looks at her like he already knows how this ends. She expects a political arrangement. A necessary evil. Nothing more. Then the first body appears. A wolf, slaughtered and left at her doorstep. A message written in its blood. "Your mate will die, just like the others." The curse isn’t done with her. The prophecy she’s spent her life running from is waking up. And the deeper she’s pulled into their world, the more she realizes— One will betray her. One will die for her. And one will try to kill her. She was never meant to have a mate. So why does fate refuse to let her go?

Nicah Flores is known for being a poor girl and a serial dater. She changes boyfriend like she was changing her underwear and would always be seen being fetch by different guys after school..but that wasn't truth, the truth is she was paid to see them everytime her dear friend got a new boyfriend.

“You shouldn’t have found me.” Zara thought it was a joke. A wrong number. A mistake. Until the messages didn’t stop. Until the feeling of being watched followed her everywhere—into crowded streets, quiet nights, and even into the office of the man who was never supposed to notice her. Sebastian Vale doesn’t get distracted. Cold, controlled, and dangerously composed, he built his empire on precision and people like Zara were never part of his plan. But from the moment she stood in front of him, nervous and defiant, something shifted. Something he refuses to name. Something he cannot control. As Zara struggles to hold on to the one thing keeping her afloat her job, her past begins to bleed into her present in ways she cannot escape. Because someone is watching. Someone who knows her. Someone who is waiting. And the closer she gets to Sebastian, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because he isn’t the only one who found her. And this time— running won’t save her.

[warning- Steamy scenes] "Wife!" the man lovingly said. "What exactly are you attempting to do? I am not your wife, Mr. Richard Hill! Behave!" "Stop playing with men, Woman,” his distasteful voice spoke. “You are no one. Thus, I feel bothered by your presence,” Anastasia was cruel with her answer. “I have proof we are married! Furthermore, you own fifty percent of my fortune because I have vowed to spoil you for the rest of my life. Keep in mind that you are mine, and I am a possessive guy. Every eye will be dug out if they fall on you," the voice and declaration were both forceful. "I have heard you can't touch a woman because of your disease!" Ana smirked. Anastasia Long married a billionaire, Richard Hill. She knew nothing about the family or the spouse since she was coerced into it by her mother and stepfather, who exploited her mother in terrible ways. She had a step-sister as well, but her stepfather would never consider putting his own daughter into the fire. She tolerated the anguish and pain inflicted by her mother-in-law and the mistress who intended to marry Richard, but she was unfortunate to be placed in such circumstances. They humiliated her, burned her clothes, and starved her till she ended up in the hospital for a week. However, her husband never came to see her. Surprisingly, Richard Hill never met her or spoke to her as if she were married to someone who did not exist. She was made to sign a divorce decree one day, and she fled the city for five years. Upon her return, she was renowned as Dr. Anastasia Long, a gifted surgeon. People kissed her feet.

Charlotte had done everything in her power to make Milton love her. For three years, she had showered him with love and was the perfect housewife, even giving up her identity as the lost daughter of the Buchanan family. However, on their third anniversary and her birthday, he slammed a divorce paper on her face. “Your sister has woken up from her coma. You were nothing but a replacement for her. Don’t think that I don’t know of your plans of hurting her three years ago and taking her fiance from her? Hurry and sign the divorce papers before she gets discharged.” Milton said, coldly. Charlotte, shocked and hurt by Milton's accusations, tried to explain herself, but he was not willing to listen. At that moment, she realized that all her efforts had been for nothing. She had been nothing but a murderer and a replacement in Milton's eyes. In a bold decision, She embraced her identity as the only daughter of the Buchanan family. Her days of being a submissive housewife were over. As the truth about her past and the events that led to her foster sister's coma began to unravel, Milton Henderson found himself captivated by this new Charlotte—the one who stood before him with her head held high, declaring, You Shouldn't Have Doubted Me, Mr. Henderson. Hurry up and leave before my brothers return.”

My husband, Ethan Parker, brought our daughter on a trip to the countryside with his first love, Mandy Sanchez. Halfway through, he abandoned our little girl and left with Mandy. When our daughter was surrounded by wolves, I could not reach him. By the time I arrived, the car was empty—the only thing left behind was a bloodstained piece of pumpkin pie. As I was dealing with my grief, Ethan finally answered his phone. "We're celebrating Thanksgiving. Why are you ruining the mood?" I internally scoffed at that man's audacity. Well, happy holidays indeed! Let me deliver a bloody pumpkin pie for you to really get into the spirit.