Insane Twilight Sparkle

Ava found her mate in Alpha Declan years ago, but Declan has a younger brother with an insane big brother complex. He hates Declan and goes to crazy extremes to try and ruin his life. The brother, Sabin, is also an alpha. He took over a neighboring pack. Unfortunately, he also made it, so Ava had to leave Declan, and Declan thinks she has taken his brother as a mate. Now two years after she left him, she waltzes into his club to warn him of Sabin's new evil plans. When she learns that Declan has a new woman Dec sees the heartache, and now he doesn't know what to believe about what happened two years ago. He's determined to find out, though.

Warning: Brutally Raw Erotic story for mature minds ONLY! The kind that stalks you, creeps up on you in the dark, and makes you mumble prayers. Triggers and themes: Insane taboo, Stranger’s BBC on a crowded subway, Age gap, Slut for a stalker, Obsessed with the masked man, Dark kinky, Pervert savior… *** *** Isla has always been a wild teenager. Her blissful life gets messy when she fails her scholarship exam to the city’s college and her overly protective mum offers her to the convent as a nun. On her way to the cathedral, she meets the Subway Perv who is about to be her only way out of her twisted fate. Except that the price for her freedom may cost Isla her soul.

Just starting out with his Call of Duty streams, everyone started idolizing Xhyro for his impeccable gaming skills, until someone keeps on killing him at the game during one of his streams, totally humiliating himself in front of everyone. Having a rough day at work, Genevieve pours out all her emotions during her first match, and when she finds out her opponent is her most-hated streamer for being so obnoxious, she starts targeting him instead, totally forgetting the rules of the game and making Xhyro go crazy for his viewers have already dropped an insane amount. With Xhyro’s madness, he messages Genevieve on the game and in a blink, both kept spouting foul words to each other, officially declaring the other as an enemy. When Xhyro starts looking for Genevieve’s teases and words after a few days, he knew he would be stuck at an impenetrable love.

"I'm being forced to marry the Cruel Mafia Boss." Joanna Smith's idyllic existence was abruptly turned upside down when the Cruel Mafia Boss demanded she marry him. "Do you wish to know why I married a fragile woman like you?" He asked her, his voice icy. Joanna nodded, curious about why she married such a dangerous man. "You're repaying a debt, honey! A loan your father refused to repay before he died!" He laughed metaphorically, as if he'd said something amusing. "You're mine now, Joanna. I'm going to do insane things to your body, making you crave me, want more, and beg me to F**k you.

SINCLAIR’S UNWANTED BRIDE (A Royal Arranged Marriage) He is ruthless. He is heartless. He is dangerous. So they say. Who is he? Billionaire Prince Sinclair Miller. He is the heir to the throne and he wants nothing than to come out of an arranged marriage with the minister’s daughter. Brielle Allen is smart and hardworking. A workaholic. She is stuck with a pile of debt of her father’s medical bills and also a maniac for a step brother, Archer. Archer sees his sister as a tool to get rich and have everything he desires. His latest insane plan is to force his sister to pretend to be a look alike, a double. Not just for anyone but an engaged minister’s daughter, Natalie Harris. What happens when Brielle is left with no other choice than to obey Archer? Will Brielle be able to put up a perfect facade of being Natalie in front of the prince? Will she succeed in this deadly mission? And what if the true Natalie Harris returns?

"Thank you", I mumbled, but what I really wanted to say was, "Thank you for giving me the chance to destroy you." Raya is brought into the Tetra family on an insane quest. To seduce the man of the house. But it doesn't take long before she unintentionally seduces his son too. Juggling father and son so expertly, gives her the confidence, money and power to take revenge on the evil woman who brought her into the house in the first place.

"Jump Isabelle" The voice commanded in her head "Jump" Tears trickle down Isabelle cheek as she stood on top of the parapet of the building "Jump" one move, one step and she was flying... falling to her death. Isabelle never took a glance at the sunsets because she always believe there's a storm after twilight,her parents were gone... taken,waiting to catch a glimpse of her parents she'd stayed still listening to everything and everyone. "Go get them,get them" the children danced ,free in their own world. "Go get them,get them" The children all waiting for their loved ones sang joyfully as the airplane descend. "Go get the,get them" They screamed,the airplane blowed up,and her nightmares started then, the hope dashing away without a ray of light to save it. "The death certificate was with you all along,why did you lie?" Isabelle mutter,staring straight into the eyes of the only man she'd ever trusted,the only man she'd ruined with her one single decision "why?" "I'll never let you go" "I'm in love with Ian not you" Isabelle move to the door "not you Xander" She'd dragged everyone into her own web of lies,the sister she'd vowed to died in front of her while the one she was link with By blood is slowly becoming an addict in front of her,a serial killer bent on destroying on her was slowly getting a way into her family,how will she conquer all the tribulations right in front of her?when will she open her curtains to look at the sunset. "Jump" Isabelle head hit the ground and everything vanished underneath her.

We had been together for seven years, yet my CEO boyfriend canceled our marriage registration 99 times. The first time, his newly hired assistant got locked in the office. He rushed back to deal with it, leaving me standing outside the County Clerk's Office until midnight. The fifth time, we were about to sign when he heard his assistant had been harassed by a client. He left me there and ran off to "rescue" her, while I was left behind, humiliated and laughed at by others. After that, no matter when we scheduled our registration, there was always some emergency with his assistant that needed him more. Eventually, I gave up completely and chose to leave. However, after I moved away from Twilight City, he spent the next five years desperately searching for me, like a man who had finally lost his mind.

By our sixth year of marriage, Derrick hadn't touched me in three months. Said he was swamped at work. Always tired. After everything, I still believed him. Then on my birthday, I caught his friend talking in Garmenian—a language Derrick didn't think I understood. "You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?" Derrick let out a smoke ring. "Haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not over her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll have the baby overseas." My hands curled into fists. Silent tears streamed down my face. He glanced over, nervous. "What's wrong?" I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched." It was sweet—but when you understand Garmenian, all you taste is betrayal.

Everyone in the pack knows Marcus has loved me for a decade—that I'm his destined mate. He's devastatingly handsome and brilliant, the youngest and most gifted pack healer we've ever had, with she-wolves practically throwing themselves at his feet. Yet this alpha prince has eyes only for me. But when I was nearly assaulted by a rapist, Marcus signed a settlement agreement on my behalf and issued a psychiatric diagnosis, condemning me to a mental institution. Inside the institution, I was attacked by the truly insane—they tore at my hair with clawed fingers and kicked my stomach until I couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, he held the rapist's sister Victoria close and told me: "Emma, I'll take care of you. I'll compensate you when you get out, but Victoria has severe depression. She can't handle her brother getting in trouble." Even more ridiculous—when I begged him to let me see my suicidal sister one last time, he was honeymooning with that woman in Iceland, hanging up on my eighty-nine calls. The day my sister died, I coughed up blood in that mental hospital. Three years later, he came to get me, saying he still wanted to bring me home as his mate. Looking at his careful demeanor, I suddenly laughed. Marcus, do you know? No matter how high the mental hospital walls are, they can't stop someone who's crawled back from hell for revenge. What you owe me, what you owe my sister—I'll collect it all with interest, using what you care about most.