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*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.

Mona wakes up, trying to stab Kai and not remembering anything past the age of six. Instead of killing her, Kai rejects Mona as his mate and banishes her. But not before blaming her for the death of the people closets to her. Years later, Mona isn't the girl that couldn't remember. She is now Alpha Moon, the Alpha of the Wolvin pack, a group of former rogue women and a few men. She still can't remember everything from her past and every memory she gains leaves her with more questions. How could she do all these horrible things in a former life? And how can she protect her pack from new threats and old ones?

Aria likes the idea of being loved. An omega isn't meant to experience love but she found love even though it wasn't her mate. Her life wasnt perfect but she was fairly happy. It all went down the drain when she rejects two Alphas. Alpha Ethan and Alexander, the twin Alphas of the most powerful pack in the west had spent years searching for their mates. They are not taking no for an answer. Now Aria has to choose between the love of her life and two alphas who are obsessed with her!

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?

One night of desire at my best friend’s wedding and One man I couldn’t forget. I had expected him to be my best friend who I had a crush on for years but now, staring at the stranger in my bed made me realize how I had messed up things badly. With every heartbeat, every glance, pulls me closer to a want I shouldn’t have. “Fuck, Tim… I want to ruin every thought you have about me.” He growled, a small smile making its way to my lips as I unbuckled his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down. “Ruin me..” I said as his junior springs free from his boxers standing proud, staring at me like it just couldn’t wait for the next action. And I couldn’t either.

When your best friend/lover betrays you and rejects your sincere feelings to marry your sister, the only thing left to do is to run away and never see either of them ever again, right? Well, I don't know if that's the best idea, but that's what I did. Daniel Griffin used me, betrayed me and to make it all worse, he got me pregnant. Now, years later, I still hate Daniel, but with a child on the mix and plenty of family problems, I can't ignore him anymore. Not to mention that fate decided to make us compatible and I can't be around him without wanting to jump him.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Charlotte had done everything in her power to make Milton love her. For three years, she had showered him with love and was the perfect housewife, even giving up her identity as the lost daughter of the Buchanan family. However, on their third anniversary and her birthday, he slammed a divorce paper on her face. “Your sister has woken up from her coma. You were nothing but a replacement for her. Don’t think that I don’t know of your plans of hurting her three years ago and taking her fiance from her? Hurry and sign the divorce papers before she gets discharged.” Milton said, coldly. Charlotte, shocked and hurt by Milton's accusations, tried to explain herself, but he was not willing to listen. At that moment, she realized that all her efforts had been for nothing. She had been nothing but a murderer and a replacement in Milton's eyes. In a bold decision, She embraced her identity as the only daughter of the Buchanan family. Her days of being a submissive housewife were over. As the truth about her past and the events that led to her foster sister's coma began to unravel, Milton Henderson found himself captivated by this new Charlotte—the one who stood before him with her head held high, declaring, You Shouldn't Have Doubted Me, Mr. Henderson. Hurry up and leave before my brothers return.”

Life was easy and happy until she met her mate. There is a ritual in the Crismon red pack that Once you find your mate you have to mark and accept them willingly but Once the head alpha finds his mate, his Luna, he can't reject her. Otherwise, the rejected mate has to bear the consequences. She never thought her mate would reject her and let her live in hell.  Arvan Black, the head Alpha of the Crismon red pack is very dominant and a big bad wolf. Even Lycans are afraid of him. He is a true blood alpha. He expects his mate to be a powerful alpha or beta female. He never thought that a weak omega would be his mate. It crushed his ego and his respect. He thought she couldn't satisfy his needs and protect the whole pack with him.  Rose Lee, the mate of the head alpha. She knew how to struggle but never thought she had to survive her mate's rejection. She promised herself that she would never forgive the alpha who rejected her mercilessly.  BUT little did they know  FATE HAD ANOTHER PLAN FOR THEM!