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“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

Keisha Peterson has her senior year all planned out, she is going to study to get good grades for college, do everything in her power to make her crush notice her and also have a fun-filled year. But all her plans is crushed when he walks back into her life unexpectedly. Jake Hawkins, her best friend who had disappeared without a word years ago. The boy she once had a huge crush on but now hates with every fiber of her being. When he returns, he has become ten times hotter, taller, and annoyingly charming. Somehow, he is everywhere she turns. Just when Keisha starts to have a chance with her new crush, fate throws her into a whirlwind of confusion, secrets, and unexpected painful truths. Why is Jake suddenly acting like he never broke her? Why does her heart still race when he's near? And why does it seem like the more she was trying to hate him, the more she became attracted to him? Will she be able to accept the truth when she finds out? Will she be able to keep hating him or finally give in to her true feelings?

My best friend Ada felt sorry for my eight-year crush on Theo. So when our wolves recognize each other as mate, Ada simply gave me a pheromone-enhancing herb and sent me to Theo’s bed. Intoxicated by my scent, Theo claimed me like crazy. When I woke up, he coldly agreed to hold the marking ceremony. But shortly after the marking, Theo frequently visited European packs, and stayed away for five years. I raised our son Alex alone, waiting for him at the pack. But he never came come and just told me he didn’t like puppies. Until Alex's birthday party, I saw a video where someone asked him: "Theo, what's your happiest moment?" He replied carelessly: "Last week in Europe, after putting Marcus to sleep, I took Claire to the dining table in the living room." Amidst the whistles and cheers, my hands and feet turned ice cold. Claire was his ex-girlfriend, Marcus was his ex-girlfriend's son. They say he'd been living with them these five years in Europe, so it was all true. I was completely heartbroken, submitted the mate bond dissolution to the Alpha Council, and left North America with my son, erasing our pack registration.

Blurb: Mia had her life figured out, or so she thought. A stable job, a boyfriend of 4years, and a future that made sense, and was hers. Until one night ruined her entire resolve. The familiar love that was comfortable now seemed dull. A rare storm, an empty office, and a man that wasn’t hers to touch Rafiah, her brother's lover, her boss, he was a man wrapped in power and danger. He was never meant to look at her the way he did that night, but he was drugged, he lost control By Morning he goes stern, pretends like nothing happened, like she never existed But Mia remembers, her body remembered, and the saxophones becomes louder even in their silence Two days later the she says yes to the familiar man, she needed to, no— she had rerouted to to the more comfortable destination But a rival cartel began watching , waiting— And now Mia was caught in the cross fire, she became the weakness of the man who claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, and in his world where loyalty is everything and love is weakness falling for the wrong man might destroy them all.

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

"Does he know…" his voice dropped, rough and dangerous against my ear, "that you’re on your knees, about to take another man’s cock?" My lips parted, a trembling breath escaping as heat flooded through me. "Please…" I whimpered, even as my body burned with something I couldn’t control. His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice deep. "Tell me what you want." I should have stopped. I should have walked away. But I didn’t, because my thighs clenched even more, my pussy dripping. "Your cock…" I moaned, shame and need colliding. "I need it…deep inside my throat." "Open up and take it all in," he growled and I leaned closer before I could stop myself. ~~~~~~~ Alma has been invisible in her marriage...ignored, dismissed, and pushed to the edge of breaking. One night, drowning in loneliness and frustration, she went out to escape herself. She drank more than she should have, letting the alcohol blur her thoughts and loosen her restraint. And then she met him...a stranger with Hazel eyes and a dangerous deep voice that instantly stirred something raw inside her. He made her tremble. Made her pussy burn and ache in ways she never thought she could, begging for every inch of his cock. It was supposed to be just a night—a fleeting mistake, a secret she could bury in the shadows. But what happens when morning brings reality… and the man who left her trembling, burning, and completely undone isn’t a stranger at all? He’s Zevyn Steel — her husband’s boss. One of Crystal City's most powerful men. A man who should have never known how she tastes.

Serena Hale was never meant to belong in a world of diamonds, monogrammed robes, and dinner parties soaked in judgment. Once a humble bakery girl, she eloped into a whirlwind marriage with billionaire James Hale, trading flour-dusted dreams for gilded heartbreak. Now, Savannah’s back. James’s sophisticated, pregnant ex-fiancée has returned like a ghost wearing pearls, slipping seamlessly into his life, his home, and maybe… his heart. As Savannah moves into their world like she never left, Serena is forced to smile through whispers and cold stares. James’s mother, ice-blooded and brutal, now she’s made her message clear: Serena was the wrong choice. The second choice. And she better not get pregnant again. But it’s already too late. Serena is carrying James’s child again, a fragile, impossible hope tucked beneath her still flat stomach. He says he loves her. He swears he chose her. But he didn’t come home last night. And Serena is no longer sure if James is lying to her… or to himself. As secrets build and the tide turns against her, Serena must decide if love is enough to hold onto a marriage that may have never truly been hers before the truth rips everything apart again. Because this time, it’s not just her heart at stake. She has a baby to think of.

Five years into marriage, Silvia Serra becomes both Dante Valenti's most lethal weapon and his most invisible presence. She shields him from bullets. She crosses a freezing river for him. Her scars accumulate, and his response is an assumption that it is how things are meant to be. In time, Dante grows repulsed by the violence clinging to her. He derides her lack of charm and gives his warmth to another woman instead. He allows others to grind down her dignity, and with a new lover in his arms, he openly stains her name. Silvia tolerates it so she can continue guarding him. Everyone mocks her as if she's numb to it all, driven away again and again, but never truly gone. Then comes the night of pounding rain. Cast aside without ceremony, Silvia erases every sign she was ever there and leaves with finality. Dante treats it as nothing more than sulking, convinced she will return within three days. Later, the once-untouchable Don was seen on his knees at Silvia's feet, stripped of all pride, begging her to turn back and look at him just once.

I hate them weak: the heroine of the story. I was one in mine but never again! I had vowed that until I stumbled upon an annoying book. A chubby weak heroine brutally rejected by her mate, the arrogant Alpha. “If I were that Luna, I would make that Alpha beg on his knees—on and off the ice.” I typed bitterly. But the universe mocked me, it made a”bet” with me and the next morning, I woke up in the webtoon as Avri, the weak heroine. Would I truly be able to bend the arrogant Alpha Killian on his knees? Who would win, the universe or I ? What Ancient secret lies between Alpha Killian and i?