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In a world where magical beings are hunted to extinction, Ember is the last known Phoenix gifted with the power of rebirth and fire, she’s a force of legend feared by many and coveted by those in power. After her latest rebirth, she wakes disoriented, with no memory of her past life’s, in the ruins of a burned out city. Hail, a dangerous bounty hunter bound by a cursed contract finds her. He’s been tasked with delivering her to a shadowy organization that tends to use her powers or destroy her. But as they journey together, he begins to question his mission. Drawn to her fiery spirit even as he battles his own demons.

Annalise's loveless marriage where her hard work and sufferings were never appreciated crumbled when she faced a series of tragedies: her son's death, murder charges, and a cold divorce paper thrown at her the very day she lost her son. Annalise was cast aside and denied even the solace of attending her son's funeral, thrown out of the family she had hoped would accept her one day. Her journey towards transformation began when she found an unexpected strength within herself during the trial of despair and soon she was known across the world… The once-upon-a-time useless daughter-in-law is now the heir of the trillion-dollar medical Empire! The unwanted becoming wanted by many, even by her ex-husband and family. A determined Annalise emerged from the wreckage of her broken life and ventured into her family's traditional medicine business. She had no idea that there would be many obstacles in her path as the unexpected heir of the Smith family; to them, she was just another block, and they would stop at nothing to get rid of her. With new friends, love, and flows of enemies, would Annalise withstand the heavy blows of different nemesis or will she break and leave her fortune?

WARNING!!! 18+++ Pastikan usia kalian sudah dewasa untuk membaca cerita ini! “Kalau aku tertarik padamu, apa kau akan membuka hatimu untukku?” Aneesa membalas tatapan Marcello yang menatapnya dengan lembut, tetapi sangat serius. Seperti bukan Marcello yang dikenalnya, tetapi kemudian tertawa pelan lalu meneguk Bacardi dan menatap Marcello dengan geli. “Jawaban bodoh macam apa? Kau sudah punya gadis yang kau incar, dan aku pasti bukan tipemu, kan?” katanya sembari melepaskan lengannya dan berbalik. Namun, Marcello menarik siku Aneesa kemudian lengannya melingkar di pinggang gadis itu dan hanya dalam hitungan detik bibir Marcello telah berada di bibir Aneesa. Aroma Bacardi yang kuat segera memenuhi penciuman Marcello, begitu pula rasanya—hangat, namun sedikit manis dan membakar di tenggorokan seperti campuran amarah, gengsi, dan sesuatu yang tak bisa dikendalikan. Aneesa terpaku, tubuhnya menegang di antara lengan Marcello yang menahannya agar tidak beranjak. Untuk sesaat dunia di sekeliling mereka seolah lenyap, hanya ada degup jantungnya yang terpacu cepat di dada, berpadu dengan napas Marcello yang terasa di kulitnya. Sentuhan lembut bibir Marcello di bibirnya bak ribuan bujuk rayu yang terus mendesaknya dan Aneesa pun perlahan membuka bibirnya. Menyerah dan membiarkan Marcello mencumbuinya kemudian perlahan membalas ciuman Marcello. Aneesa mengerang, tubuhnya merapat pada Marcello, dan sesuatu yang menyiksa bergelung di bawah perutnya. Namun, akal sehatnya menghampiri membuatnya tersadar jika seharusnya tetap pada batasan dan tidak melewatinya. Ada begitu banyak suara di kepala Aneesa, sangat berisik membuat Aneesa memilih memejamkan matanya lagi. Namun, Marcello justru kembali menciumnya. Kali ini lebih lembut, tidak begitu memaksa dan membuat Aneesa ingin menangis karena meskipun menyadari ada batasan yang seharusnya tidak dilewati nyatanya tubuhnya seperti kehilangan kontrol dan sepenuhnya mendambakan sentuhan Marcello.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

But then, in the room, there he stood. Damon. “What?!” I screamed. I was naked, with nothing to cover myself. His eyes roamed over me like a wolf howling at the moon. My hands flew to my chest, trying to shield myself, but my clothes were nowhere within reach. He pulled off his coat and tossed it to me. I clutched it to my body, trembling with shame. “What are you even doing in here? You can’t knock? You have no decency. What kind of man walks—” “Your boobs are not the finest I’ve seen,” he cut in, his voice icy. *** Zima thought being caught in a recording with her sister’s husband was the worst thing that could happen. The council didn’t think twice before sending her away to the Academy, a place ruled by ruthless Alphas. But fate had other plans. The twin Alphas of the Academy turn out to be her mates. And worse, the Alpha King, the one everyone fears, may be the reason her twin is missing and her parents are dead. Can Zima survive in a place where her heart and her life are both at risk? Will she uncover the truth about her family before it destroys her completely? And when love and revenge collide, which side will she choose?

Chasity Dawson is the shy daughter of a housemaid and Joe Bandit is the school's "Golden boy" and the son of the family her mother works for. One-night Joe texts her, and asks her for a favor that involves a mysterious unmasked culprit, leaving photos of Joe and his family at their doorstep every week for years. This mystery leads to a growing attraction between Joe and Chasity. Along with deadly secrets that were best left alone. Secrets… that could get someone killed.

As far as arranged marriages went, theirs was the most arranged of all. She knew him as her hero—the only person who didn’t see him in the shadow of the man people feared. So, when it came time to end the war that spanned months, Vera Petrova became his only choice. As far as wars go, this was the silliest of all, and she had told them that many colorful words. Because it was silly, till it wasn't. Her freedom for the war to end. But what was she supposed to do, when the devil had her father doing exactly what he wanted? As far as bonds went, theirs was the deepest of all. So, when they fight wars together, grow together, hurt together, and end up falling for each other. It's only right for them to be together right?

For a man who has spent years without any emotional attachment due to the nature of his work and because he saw them as distractions, he fell pretty hard for Nova. Years of restraint down the drain at the mere sight of the gorgeous black woman, that soon became his maddest obsession. Even though I tried to stay away... "She's like the strongest addiction, She's my obsession" He's a stranger "She belongs to me. Her very being, and just like every cell in her body will call out for me soon enough." "He makes me feel things, that I've never felt before" "She's mine to do as I want, She's mine to ruin" "In the end, I was only His To Ruin"

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

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.