Hunger

“This is wrong. My husband…he…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I forced the words out. My protest sounded weak even to my ears, I tried hard to grasp the loose edges of my resolve. Deep down, I knew it was futile. He wouldn’t care. A low menacing chuckle rumbled from his chest. ‘Why was he laughing?’ He lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a piercing intensity that made my knees weak. His gazed burned with a mixture of amusement and undeniable hunger… a raw feeling that stole the air from my lungs. “I don’t care about that,” he said, his voice a rich, velvety growl that sent heat straight to my belly. Before I could react, he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re too damn sexy for him,” he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence and sin. That was all it took. My resolve shattered like a fragile glass, my body betraying me in ways I couldn’t control. My skin tingled, and the moist between my legs told me everything I didn’t want to admit. ****** Celine thought the mate bond would bring her the love and safety she always dreamed of. Instead, it became her prison. Bound to Lucien, the heir to the emerald forest pack, she finds herself trapped in a cruel and loveless marriage. But…everything changes when she meets Kaine, the Alpha king of bloodfang pack. From the moment their eyes met, an electrifying connection ignites between them. Kaine sees her pain, her beauty, the fire buried beneath her despair…and he wants her. As the Alpha king, Kaine gets whatever he desires, and so he sets his sight on Celine, determined to claim her as his own, no matter the cost.

“Someone will hear,” I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor. His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall. Smack. My gasp tangled in my throat. “No, they won’t.” His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. “Do you want to know why?” All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound. “Because you’ll stay quiet.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Won’t you, Abigail?” He rubbed the spot where he’d struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat. “Good girl.” His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once. ***** Abigail swore off love the night she caught her boyfriend tangled up with the neighbor’s daughter. Relationships were nothing but heartbreak—until he came along. One touch from her new employer’s grandson, Christian Castillo, awakens a hunger she thought she’d buried forever. She knows it’s forbidden. She knows it can’t last. But desire has a way of burning through reason, and with Christian, surrender feels inevitable. Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose. But she won’t go down quietly. Someone is pulling the strings, and she’s determined to expose the truth—even if it costs her freedom, her heart, and the man she can’t stop craving. A story of love, betrayal, and the courage to fight for forgiveness—and for the truth.

One dare. One kiss. One ruthless Alpha who won't let me go. I thought it was just a game. Kiss the scariest guy in the club for five hundred dollars. Easy money I desperately needed for tuition. What could go wrong? Everything. The man I kissed wasn't just dangerous—he was Tyler Raxon Raven. The Alpha of the Raytheon Pack. A billionaire warmonger known for tearing throats first and asking questions never. The kind of predator even other Alphas fear. I expected to be thrown out. Maybe slapped. I didn't expect him to kiss me back. And I definitely didn't expect the entire club to go deathly silent when I pulled away. My mistake wasn't the kiss. It was who I kissed. Now, the doors are locked. The music is off. And the most dangerous man in the city is staring at me with hunger in his eyes, claiming his wolf has chosen me as his mate. But Tyler doesn't do romance. He does deals. When my aunt collapses and the hospital demands fifty thousand dollars I don't have, Tyler makes me an offer I can't refuse: He'll pay for everything. He'll give me wealth beyond my wildest dreams. All I have to do is marry him. Wear his mark. Warm his bed. And give him an heir. I'm a nobody—a broke scholarship student, an Omega in a world of Alphas. He's a ruthless billionaire with enemies circling and a reputation for violence that terrifies the Council itself. I should run. I should fight. I should do anything except agree. But my aunt is dying. And Tyler holds all the cards. He took something from me without asking. Now he's taking everything else. Welcome to The Eyrie. Where Alphas make the rules, mates have no choice, and one dare changes everything.

They abused her. Used her for their dirty work. Humiliated her publicly. Treated her like filth on their shoes. They called her an omega. A servant. A mistake. But the Moon never forgot her name. Daeira (Day-rah) *Dee* to her friends, doesn't remember the night her family was slaughtered. She doesn't know she's the last living heir of the Seralyn Pack, sacred white wolves descended from the Moon Goddess Selene. Blessed with lunar & healing magic, divine power, and moon fire in their blood. All she knows is cruelty, hunger, and survival in the most ruthless pack in existence. Raised by the wolves who killed her bloodline, Daeira has spent her life in the shadows, beaten, starved, silenced. She hides her strength. Hides her power. Hides the truth of what her wolf really is. Until the night she turns eighteen... and the Moon wakes her. Her wolf rises in a blaze of silver flame, and for the first time, Daeira sees what she really is, chosen, divine, and deadly. But when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, everything shatters. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She runs. Because Daeira isn't the broken little thing they raised in a cage. She's the prophecy made flesh. And the world has no idea what's coming. An ancient evil is spreading through the wolf realm. The rift to the hell realm has cracked wide open. Demons walk the earth. Angels are falling from the skies to stop them. And Daeira? She's the only one who can close the breach. The wolves who cast her out are about to learn: The Moon doesn't bless without purpose. She sure as hell doesn't forgive. ✅ Reverse Harem/Dark Romance ✅ Rejected mate ✅ Dark Magic/Demons ✅ Hidden goddess bloodline

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

Adelaide should have died on Selection Night. Instead, the Devil carried her across the veil—bleeding, furious, and burning with magic she shouldn’t possess. They're bonded, like it or not. Her power destabilises his realm. Their desire threatens to consume them both. As Hell twists and reshapes itself around her presence, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Adelaide isn’t just his chosen. She’s the spark that could remake the underworld… or rule it. If she survives him long enough to claim the crown. ****Excerpt**** Adelaide hung suspended in the Devil’s ropes—breathless, trembling, every inch of her alive with flame. He circled her like a predator savouring the final moment before the kill. But he wasn’t hunting her. He was devouring the sight. “Look at you,” Apollo murmured, touching a glowing fingertip to the curve of her hip. Her body jolted, heat spiralling through her so sharply her vision blurred. “My Little Flame… you burn so beautifully.” The ropes tightened at his silent command, lifting her chest, arching her spine. Her breath broke. Magic crackled between them, alive and ravenous. He dragged a slow trail of fire up her ribs. She shuddered. “Tell me you feel it,” he whispered against her ear. She hated how fast the answer came. “Yes.” His grip closed around her throat—not harsh, but claiming—and her pulse leapt into his palm as if reaching for him. “You deny me with your mouth,” he said, “but your body kneels.” Heat built—pressure, light, something too big for her ribs. “Apollo—please—” “Yes,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Give in.” She did. Her flame erupted in a blinding burst, racing along the ropes, lighting the chamber in gold. Apollo inhaled sharply, awe and hunger twisting his features. “Good girl,” he breathed, ruined by the sight. “Burn for me.”

Behind every forbidden glance or every reckless touch, is a secret too dangerous to resist. From the lecture hall to the royal court, from quiet bedrooms to gilded stages. Dark Seduction lures you into the shadows where lust, power, and obsession collide. These stories unravel desires told to deny, teacher and student, bodyguard and singers, lawyers and client, kings and maids, lovers turned enemies. Some sins are whispered. Others are screamed in the dark and All of them will leave you breathless. Indulge in eleven volumes of forbidden desire, where every chapter is soaked in heat, danger, and surrender. ********************* Isaac Hayes wasn’t just anyone. He was my cousin. My mother’s sister’s son. My forbidden crush. “I just—” My voice faltered, my lips trembling before I forced the truth out. “I just wanna taste you.” His gaze darkened. “You want my cock in your mouth, Snow?” he asked. My lips parted, and I felt my cheeks flame. But the need inside me was too strong. I nodded. Isaac’s mouth crushed against mine again, stealing my breath. I melted into it, whimpering softly as his tongue tangled with mine. His hand slid up threading into my hair until his palm gripped the back of my neck, holding me firmly. His lips lingered on mine for a second, then he pulled back just enough to whisper against them. “Say it.” “Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.” My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger for my cousin's cock. I wanted to choke on his cock so bad. “I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.” “Good girl,” he rasped, the praise sending heat flooding through me. “On your knees, Snow.”

"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be. “No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold. “You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.” I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself. My body pressed into his, desperate for more. But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing. I want, I need. He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed. Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him. "That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again. **** Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart. Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother. But Tristan wants something more dangerous. Her heart. Her body, all of her. Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?