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Elina Hemsworth ran away from her happy marriage because she lost another child to miscarriage. She's been married to Noah Woods for five years and she knows what havoc the news would bring to him. She ran, ignoring his calls and blocking him, only leaving him with a text that she is sorry for what she has cost him. She created a new life for herself, hoping that her old life would stay dead, but that is not always how it ends. Noah Woods was hurt. The separation left him cold and hard hearted. He believed Elina left him because she found someone else and that he wasn't good enough to take care of her. He focuses all of that pain into his business and immediately, skyrocketed to be one of the biggest billionaires in New York. To him, Elina was dead, but dead things still find a way back to life. Noah Woods hired a big interior designer to help design a new estate of his and he is beyond shocked to find out that it is none other than his wife that left him five years ago. As old wounds opened and secrets surfaced, Elina and Noah found themselves caught between the past they never healed from, but when a blackmailer threatened to expose everything, love may no longer be enough to save them. This time, the truth doesn't hurt, it could destroy them both.

I have a deal with Aldric Cromwell, the so-called King of Equinox Street, a billionaire lawyer-turned-CEO. If I confess to him 142 times while wearing a wedding dress, he will cover his limited-edition Koenigsegg in flowers, drive me to the most magical castle, and give me the grandest wedding imaginable on my 143rd try. However, Aldric is nowhere to be seen that day. Instead, he makes headlines by renting out the entire Wondergrove Theme Park just to celebrate his sweet new girlfriend, Bianca Alvarez's birthday. Bathed in the glow of brilliant fireworks, they share a tender kiss, cameras flashing like stars all around them. That moment quickly becomes the top trending story on the internet. Meanwhile, I go viral in my own way for showing up in a wedding dress for the 143rd time outside his company building. Speculations and theories swirl about the mystery man I keep confessing to but never reveal. People also wonder how long it will be before I make the 144th declaration. When Aldric realizes I have faithfully kept our agreement, he promises me, out of pure guilt, that he will finally fulfill the vow he's made to me after the final confession. Dressed to the nines, he arrives at his company, driving that flower-covered, limited edition Koenigsegg, only to receive a final text from me. "There won't be a 144th confession, Aldric. We're over."

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.

I spend ten years helping my fiancé fight and claw his way to the top. Finally, he becomes the head of the local mafia. But once he has everything, he falls for another woman. Suddenly, he wants nothing to do with the promise he made to marry me. Just as he boasts about throwing her the wedding of the century, one of his men can't hold back his confusion. "Olivia stood by you through everything. Weren't you crazy about her? And now you're marrying someone else?" Joshua Harding snuffs out his cigarette, slowly turning the silver couple's ring he shares with Abigail Mauser between his fingers. "Olivia?" He scoffs. "She's got blood on her hands. How could she ever compare to my sweet, innocent Abigail?" The subordinate hesitates. "But Olivia's sharp. If she finds out and turns against you, then what?" Joshua frowns before smirking coldly. "Belcove is completely under my control. It's not like I'll lose it without her around." Little does he know I'm standing outside and listening to every word. I drop the medicine I brought him into the trash and pull out my phone. I text his biggest rival, Michael Sheridan. "Want Joshua's turf and his life? I'm handing them to you!"

For a decade, my world had been measured in laundry cycles, grocery lists, and the ever-growing pile of dishes in the sink. I was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing the remnants of another family meal, when it happened. A sudden, silent cascade of text flickered at the edge of my vision, like subtitles for a movie only I could see: [Gosh, the heroine is so tragic. Her husband's entire family has been feeding on her luck like parasites!] [Her husband stole her graduate school admission and her career!] [The in-laws are literally siphoning her health away. No wonder she's always sick.] [And the sister-in-law took her "romance" stat! No wonder her love life is a desert.] [Heads up! Her husband's about to give her another "gift." Let's see how much more he takes from her this time.] My hands, clutching a greasy plate, froze. Right on cue, my husband, Tristan, sauntered into the kitchen. A smug, self-satisfied smile was plastered on his face as he took my wet hand. He slid a flimsy, garishly colored plastic bracelet onto my wrist. "Look what I got for you, sweetheart," he announced, his voice dripping with pride. "I made a special trip after work. Found it at the dollar store. It's romantic and economical, just like you always say you want. You love it, don't you?"

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

"Who are you-" "Shut up and kiss me." * Elora, a creative director at an advertising company, Dreamcatcher, underwent a big change in her life after meeting Caspian, a model and owner of the largest winery in Queenstown, New Zealand. An incident at one night reunites them and makes Elora find out that she is a werewolf ... and also a mate that Hëna, the moon goddess, destined for Caspian. Caspian himself is preoccupied with investigating the culprit behind Cooper's death, a friend and former Beta in Sacred Storm, the pack led by Caspian. It was fate that brought Elora and Caspian together, and fate also separated them, as Cooper's death case was revealed and also the facts about who Elora really is. "Wild, spontaneous, brave ... I love it," whispered Caspian in Elora's ear. " But too bad I swore I wouldn't do anything to you ... until you say so. So just wait, I'll make you mine in no time." "Don't you even dare to dream about it." *

Bound by visions, torn by time, pulled together by something ancient. No distance could sever it. No pain could silence it. Surrendering to the bond that nearly tore them apart— It didn’t claim them. It consumed them. What begins as a sacred bond between Alpha and Luna… evolves. Into something older. Rarer. An Ailm bond—whispered through bloodlines long extinct. Their souls don’t touch—they merge. Two bodies. One pulse. One wrath. One love so fierce it bends time, shatters fate, and redraws the lines of what’s possible. Now the humans rise with purpose. Demanding the impossible— Baylee and Caden. But they weren’t made to be owned. They were crowned in fire, baptized in blood, forged by fate and fury. Together—a reckoning. A key. Whispered about in prophecy. Buried in blood. If used to unseal what sleeps beneath the earth… It won’t just cost them their lives. It will unmake the world. This is Book 4 of The Blood Moon Saga series, Crowned in fire, Baptized in Blood, the continuation of Caden and Baylee’s story.

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents. He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending. Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend. But it's his stepdad who sees the real me— wet, needy, and aching to be ruined. One look. One whisper. One filthy promise. And just like that… I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy." This isn't just sex This is sin And it feels so damn good to be a sinner. Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy. This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release. And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies. Join the ride, if you can control the heat.

The story of the three D'Angelo sisters unfolds. Each harbors a story worth a thousand tales, embarking on an odyssey of the soul. Meet Angela D'Angelo, our braveheart. The firstborn among the D'Angelo women, she's got three king brothers overshadowing her, can you believe that? Yet, she stands tall, fighting for her love, clashing with societal norms, wrestling with royal duties, and facing down the peace treaties that could alter her path. And then there's Elisa, sweet, gentle Elisa, the middle sister. Her journey? Not an easy one. She's got trials to face, heartache to bear, and a man's hardened heart to soften. And she'll do it all with grace. Lastly, there's Asteria, the youngest, the most potent, ethereal in her beauty. She has a healing touch, mending the soul-scars of her mate. And the Goddess? She's entrusted Asteria with a sacred mission. These three? They'll rise. They'll find their way. And all while standing on the brink of a human-supernatural war!