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"Jett?" My voice trembled. "Shhh, Bunny," he murmured, tilting the bottle and pouring the liquor over my p***y. The cold sting hit my swollen folds, and I jolted up, gasping as the burn spread through me. "Ahhh—!" I nearly buckled from the mix of cold fire and his hot tongue as he went back to eating me. My body jerked off the table, chasing the torment I knew I couldn’t withstand. He pulled back, eyes dark, smirking as his tongue followed every drop running down my thighs. "F***," he groaned. "You taste even better with whiskey on your pussy." --- I thought my biggest mistake was crushing on Jason Maltideon—my best friend, the boy I’d spent my life yearning for—only for him to reject me the moment the Goddess fated me to him. But my real mistake? Giving myself to the wrong man. His twin brother—Jettison Maltideon. He’s everything I should fear: wild, reckless, a walking sin wrapped in leather and gasoline. The kind of man who fights too hard, drinks too much, and smirks like he knows exactly how to ruin me. I hate him. I hate that he looks just like the man who shattered my heart. I hate that he knows my darkest secrets—and doesn’t care. But most of all, I hate that when he touches me, I burn. Jettison wants me. He doesn’t take no, and he’s made it clear he’ll chase me until I break. Now, with the Moon Goddess pulling our strings in a storm of betrayal, forbidden bonds, and a sickness tearing our pack apart, I’ll have to decide— Is Jettison my ruin? Or the only wolf who was ever meant to save me? Note: Rated 18+. Dark romance, morally complex characters, and triggering themes.

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.

Brenda Ballister is thrown into a world of lies, secrets, and deceits when she accidentally finds herself on the enemy's turf. Her parents had forced her to get married to an aged mafia to seal an alliance, she planned her escape on her wedding day and hopped onto a bike thinking he was her getaway driver. Kaden Blackwood, leader of a mafia bike gang called the FIENDS, and her sworn enemy. He put a bullet on her elder brother's head and she swore to avenge her brother's death. What happens when she realizes Kaden is the biker? What happens when he makes her gamble for her life? What happens when she loses and he claims her as his possession? Will she survive whatever he was planning and avenge her brother? Or will she give in to the temptation?

"Once you touch me, you're mine!" Yan ang mariin kong sinabi sa fiancé ng stepsister ko. Ako si Grace Cutanda, 25 years old — isang babaeng walang pakialam sa mga taong nasasaktan ko. Mas pinili kong maging matigas at walang puso dahil 'yan ang nagligtas sa akin mula sa mga mapanlinlang na tao. Nagbago ang lahat nang magpakasal ang aking dad sa isang oportunistang babae. Sa isang iglap, ang tahimik naming buhay ay napuno ng kasinungalingan at pagkukunwari. Kasama niya ang anak niyang tila perpektong babae sa mata ng lahat — si Bianca. Pero alam ko ang totoo. Sa likod ng kanyang mala-anghel na mukha ay isang babaeng sanay mang-agaw at manira. Hindi siya nagdalawang-isip na ipakita kung paano siya paborito ng lahat, habang ako ang laging nasa tabi, tila isang anino. At ngayon, ang fiancé niyang si Andrew — isang successful na businessman na may mapanuksong titig at nakakapanghinang presensya — ay parang isang gantimpala na ipinagyayabang niya. Pero sa tuwing nagtatama ang mga mata namin ni Andrew, para bang may lihim na pagnanasa at pagtataksil na bumabalot sa pagitan namin. Alam kong mali. Pero bakit tila ako ang mas nanaisin niyang piliin? At sa huling pagkakataon, binalaan ko siya. "Once you touch me, you're mine." Ngunit handa ba akong akuin ang mga magiging konsekwensya ng mga salitang binitiwan ko?

A virgin at thirty? A plus-size? Yes, that's Hera. After a painful heartbreak, she shuts herself off and chooses to focus on her career. Well, that's until She meets Mason aka Viper, the leader of Shadow riders motorcycle club on her way to her best friends wedding. He stakes his claim on her but life has a way of messing people up. Past traumas and bitter Ex's crawl on them. Hera has a secret, will Mason accept this side of her when he learns about it? *** He is ready to settle, she only wants to play around. He is Jepoy aka Zero. The deadly weapon of the club, yet she elopes his traps, avoiding his claim. She was not always like this, a traumatic marriage changed her. He saved her from him, but he can't save her from the hell she lives in everyday. Chloe knows she isn't ready to settle, Jepoy knows he must stake a claim on her. Two wounded souls, two different destination, is there a future for them? TRIGGER WARNING: The story contains sensitive information. Acts of violence and extremely mature content (+18) will be explored. Proceed with caution.

I've been married to Sylvia Fuller, a mafia donna, for ten years. I'm there with her in every life-and-death situation. My hands, which are meant for playing the piano, have developed calluses from using guns. They are also stained with blood from the enemies. But when Sylvia turns 28, she falls head over heels in love with Wilson Hink, the young man she's brought back from the slums. Sylvia has hidden him very well… right until the moment I bump into him accompanying her to a prenatal check-up. Mad with jealousy, I demand Sylvia for answers, but she just passes me a divorce agreement in a lackadaisical manner. "Wilson is a man of religion. He can't sire a child without getting married, so I have to give him a legitimate status. Sign this agreement, and I'll give you 40% of my shares." I refuse to give my position away, so Sylvia keeps forcing my hand. In the end, she even kidnaps my younger brother, who's paralyzed from waist down, and drags him to the spot beneath a hydraulic press. "Sebastian Chance, either you sign the agreement, or watch him get crushed. Your choice." I kneel on the ground and beg Sylvia to stop. But soon, I hear the hydraulic press being activated. It doesn't take long before I'm completely covered in my brother's flesh and blood. I end up collapsing onto the gore-splattered ground. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've gone back in time—back to the time when Wilson has accompanied Sylvia to the prenatal check-up. This time, I don't say anything. Instead, I contact a rehabilitation center located overseas before filing for a divorce and leaving Sylvia behind. But once I'm gone for real, Sylvia actually goes crazy.

A San Francisco boy. Double world champion. Famous bad boy. Adrenaline junky. And my brother's best friend. He seeks to control his guilt. I like the feeling of chaos inside. He hurt me. I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable. Damion Grimm lives by the rules. HIS rules. Rules he never ever breaks. Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life. That's how he copes. He doesn't do relationships. Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister. I'm not his type. But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. Sometimes monsters like to hide. Sometimes bad boys can have wings. Sometimes hate can be love. Sometimes control can be lost. Sometimes sex can create miracle beans. But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

Valentina Moretti has survived by her wits, her beauty, and her lies. A conwoman with no family and no loyalties, she trusts only herself—until a scheme gone wrong puts her in the hands of Dante Romano, heir to one of the most feared crime families in New York. Dante should have ended her. Instead, he gives her a choice: work for him… or be destroyed. What begins as a dangerous game of control and defiance soon twists into something neither of them can resist. Dante is ruthless, magnetic, impossible to escape—and Valentina discovers that the closer she gets to him, the more she craves the very danger he embodies. But the city is a kingdom of liars, and Valentina is about to uncover a secret buried in blood and shadows—one that will shatter everything she thought she knew about herself. Love and betrayal collide as Dante and Valentina are drawn into a war that could destroy them both. And in a world ruled by wolves, crowns are forged not in gold… but in lies.

The Underboss, Gio Rocco, told me that during yesterday's hit by a rival clan, my husband, Don Domenico De Luca, and his secretary were caught together in a compromising situation. When our men broke in, the secretary had barely managed to put her clothes back on. I don't want to believe it, but when I enter the conference room and see the delicate, helpless woman in Domenico's arms, it suddenly seems laughable. Anger surges through me, and I storm up to Domenico. He instinctively steps in front of the woman, shielding her. I press my gun against his forehead. "Domenico, let's get a divorce," I say coldly.