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Kaleen came from a family which haunted vampires for many generations. When the Kingdom Vel was suddenly attacked with werewolves, She came to ask for the help of the king of vampires, Marcus. As one already recognized as hunter by the vampire community, she was turned down many times. Determined to get the help that her kingdom need, she fell on her knees and beg before the mockery of Marcus. The king of vampires finally agreed to her wish for a condition of bearing him an heir who came from the family who relentlessly hunted him for years. As Kaleen was desperate to gain the powerful king’s support, she sacrificed herself including her ideals for her people. What Kaleen didn’t know that she had fallen into a plot created by Marcus himself. From the deliberate attack of werewolves in Vel to the relentless struggle of the people there which finally pushed the princess, Kaleen, into making the decision of her life of marrying him. This is to push the Vel to the brink of destruction until it would crawl right on his palace’s footsteps for help and to deny Askian, a werewolf king of a rival kingdom, from his own mate Princess Kaleen.

There is a place where names are forgotten, faces are hidden, and only the body speaks. It doesn’t whisper. It moans. It obeys. It disobeys. It begs. You were warned not to touch. But you will. Welcome to Velvet Heat, a collection of 100 dangerously intimate stories that whisper in the dark and bite when you’re not looking. These are not tales of sweet love and gentle kisses. These are fantasies that unravel you..slowly, slickly, and without apology. Behind every silk sheet is a secret. Beneath every command, a dare. And under every moan, a threat. From faceless strangers in candlelit rooms to monsters who taste like sin, this is a world where desire bleeds, power shifts, and no one escapes untouched. Some stories will make you beg. Some will make you scream. And some… will make you wish you never opened the book. Velvet Heat is where you come to lose yourself. But you’ll never leave the same. Only sinners. No safe words. Only consequences. And no promises of love..just obsession, power, hunger… and release.

Lara Dela Cruz was a normal girl—well, normal in the sense that she was an overworked call center agent who hated her boss, loved iced coffee, and had mastered the art of sarcasm to survive the horrors of capitalism. But one night, while rushing home, she slipped on a puddle (thanks to her horrible luck) and hit her head hard on the pavement. When she woke up… she wasn’t in her world anymore. Instead, she found herself in a medieval kingdom, in the middle of a chaotic slave auction. And before she could even scream in protest, she was bought by the most feared man in the entire empire—Duke Alistair Von Nacht, also known as the Tyrant Duke. Now, instead of dealing with rude customers, she had to deal with an emotionally constipated warlord who could kill her with a flick of his fingers. But what’s worse? She might be falling for the grumpy tyrant.

Yvonne Cassandra Ramirez-Velasquez, the wife of Desmond Kyle Velasquez. She is a woman adored by many men, but the only man in her life is her husband, Desmond. However, their marriage didn't start with a love story, rather, it was a marriage created by greed, money, and selfishness. Yvonne's love for Desmond can conquer anything but will that be enough to win his heart? His heart only beats for Yvonne's sister, Samantha. It seems like a happy ending is not bound to happen in a love story that ended before it started.

After eight unhappy years with a cheating husband, Ronica Simmons chooses to go out with a bang. Although she had lost everything when she married James, she is determined to make a dramatic comeback that would leave him and his cocky mistress broke and ruined. Revenge is a dish best served cold and James Simmons will never know what's about to hit him.

Lors du tremblement de terre, mon mari, Milo Alarie, capitaine de l'équipe de secours, m'a laissée derrière pour sauver son premier amour, Christine Bassot. Je ne l'ai pas empêché et l'ai laissé partir, car, dans une vie antérieure, face à la même situation, il avait choisi de sauver d'abord moi, enceinte de huit mois. Et Christine, en raison de l'intervention tardive, avait été ensevelie sous les décombres à la suite des répliques, mourant asphyxiée. Plus tard, le jour de mon accouchement, Milo m'avait emmenée devant sa tombe. Il m'avait regardée tomber à terre à cause de la douleur intense, ignorant mes supplications incessantes. « Jennifer, ça fait mal, n'est-ce pas ? Mais, tu sais, ce jour-là, Christine souffrait mille fois plus que toi sous les décombres ! » Je le regardais, incrédule, et il m'avait dit, impitoyable : « Ce jour-là, tu étais dans une zone de sécurité ! Si tu n'avais pas utilisé ta grossesse comme excuse, Christine aurait-elle manqué l'opportunité de secours optimale ? Elle a souffert à cause de toi, et maintenant, je veux que tu ressentes sa douleur ! » Il m'avait forcée à me prosterner devant la photo de Christine, mes douleurs s'intensifiant alors que je saignais abondamment. Finalement, j'étais morte à cause de complications pendant l'accouchement et une hémorragie. Lorsque j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'ai découvert que j'étais retournée à ce jour fatidique ! Cette fois, ni mon enfant, ni moi, ne compterions sur lui !