Infinite Title Novels & Stories

It was a full moon, and my mate, Alpha Ethan, bailed on our son's coming-of-age ceremony rehearsal. All because his Omega mistress, Scarlett, was in heat. Then, during the actual ceremony, our son Caleb was ambushed by a rival pack. By the time I heard the news, Caleb had been shot. He was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. I knelt beside him, completely breaking down, when Ethan's voice, faking an apology, came through the mind link: "Sorry, Scarlett needs me. I'm sure Caleb can handle things. Just make sure Caleb gets some rest early, don't let him run around and mess up tomorrow's celebration." I looked at my son's broken body, my voice trembling, "He won't be running anywhere anymore." "Good," Ethan said, sounding pleased. "Scarlett's bloodline is purer. She's better suited to give the Stone Pack strong heirs. You should understand." I cut the link. After I committed my son's body to the flames, I found the secret ritual to break a mate bond and contacted a wolf I hadn't spoken to in a long, long time: "The protection wards on Stone Pack territory are down. You can make your move."

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his c**k—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f***s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and c*m, red rooms equipped for flo****g, bo***ge, edging, and total power exchange. Expect gr**ic, immersive scenes of throat-fu****g, a**-pounding, br**ding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

The moment our yacht capsized, my childhood friend, Eric, tightly gripped my hand. But I shoved him toward my sister, Lily, and let myself sink into the freezing ocean. In my past life, Eric chose to save me. Lily drowned, her body lost to the sea forever. Though Eric mated with me, he hid a bitter resentment behind a mask of indifference, subjecting me to endless torment. “If it weren’t for you, Lily wouldn’t have died!” he would sneer. Broken by his cruelty, I spiraled into severe depression and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that sinking yacht. Without hesitation, I gave the chance of survival to Lily, stepping aside to let them be together. But I didn’t die. At death’s door, I was rescued by Jason, the most powerful True Alpha of the Northern Packs. I chose him to be my fated mate, and together, we built a life and raised our pup. Three years later, I accompanied Jason to the Alpha Summit. When an urgent boundary dispute called Jason away, he arranged for the local pack to pick me up at the harbor. To my shock, the wolf waiting for me was Eric—someone I hadn’t seen in three years. His eyes lit up with sudden fervor the moment he saw me. “I knew you weren’t dead!” Then, his gaze turned arrogant. “Though Lily and I are already mated, I don’t mind taking you back to the pack. For old times’ sake, I can make you my mistress.”

The Untitled Love Story is a slow-burn romantic drama centered on Eiran, a young man living with amnesia after a traumatic incident, and Theron, a reserved, emotionally guarded man whose life becomes intertwined with Eiran’s through proximity, routine, and quiet care. As Eiran rebuilds a life he does not remember, fragments of his past and secrets Theron tried so hard to keep hidden begin to surface threatening the fragile stability they found. The novel explores love that grows patiently, the weight of unspoken grief, and whether healing requires full remembrance or the courage to choose who you are now.

They are twins like light and darkness, their destiny united since they were born, when their parents cast a spell to hide their powers until they find their mate (their mate created by the moon goddess), even though they are identical before everyone's eyes, their souls and feelings are different, Arya and Faith, two princesses of the White Magic Coven and daughters of a powerful Alpha, half witch half wolf their life will not be easy, when they find themselves between the of the Alpha King Lanox, both will be his muse and his mate his other half, when they thought this was the solution, they realized that it will unleash something unimaginable, they will have the same mate and how can he choose between them when they are united by such a great power, how to fight against the desire and temptation to have them both, knowing that this will cause a tragedy to unfold, how to choose between the who is your first and the who awakens the desire in you and is your downfall, but if he does not choose, they will and that is when all will be lost. BOOK 1 I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER BOOK 2 ENDLESSLY MINE BOOK 3 INFINITELY OURS. All copyrights, registration number 2110119499270, registered work.

“I didn’t kill her,” Neo yelled at the top of his voice. Struggling to free himself from the grips of the two hefty-looking police officers, “You’d better keep your mouth shut,” one of the two police officers fired back as they dragged him out of the building. Despite being caught in the act, how is he still insisting on his innocence?” the other police officers said in disbelief. “I know, right? I think he needs to be checked,” the first police officer replied. Neo frowned as the police officers pulled him past the small crowd that had gathered in front of the house into the police van. “If she had just obeyed me without trying to act smart, none of this would have happened,” Neo said to himself silently.

The night my parents were kidnapped, my brother—who happened to be a police officer—chose to go bungee jumping with the fake heiress. I didn't stop him. Instead, I called the police and began preparing the ransom. In my previous life, my brother had forgone the outing to rescue our parents. As a result, the rope snapped during her jump, sending her plummeting into the abyss. Her body was never recovered. He never spoke a word about it afterward. On my birthday, he drugged me and dragged me to that very cliff. "You orchestrated the kidnapping! You'd go this far for their attention? You're nothing but a monster! Lillian is dead. You don't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night my parents were kidnapped. This time, my brother didn't rush to their rescue. Instead, he ran to the fake heiress. But in the end, he regretted it so much that he nearly lost his mind.

I'm diagnosed with late-stage cancer after undergoing a pre-employment medical checkup. My husband says the medication for my condition is expensive. He also says it can only relieve my pain, not treat the cause. I only have a year to live. Upon my husband's pleading, I agree to do an IVF. I endure the pain and put myself through torture to leave him with a child. However, I overhear him saying the child growing inside me isn't mine—it's his and his lover's. He's the one who wants me dead!

The night before my wedding, my mom got into a car accident—she needed a blood transfusion, fast. Her blood type was rare. Mine matched. I was pregnant, but I didn't think twice. I donated. While I was bleeding out, losing my baby, my fiancé, Joffrey Habsburg, and his brother—my so-called childhood friend—Mateo, were busy holding Nancy's hand during her cosmetic surgery. I begged Joffrey to save my mom. Only then did he bother to pick up a scalpel. When it was over, he said, "Surgery failed. She's gone." Two days later, I overheard Nancy purring through the door, wrapped around the Habsburg brothers. "Mateo really is a racer—he hit that old hag dead on. And Joffrey? You were amazing too, making sure she didn't survive the surgery. Thanks to you both, I got Lori's blood for my operation."

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.