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Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

Brooklyn Lawson never thought her biggest enemy would become the person she couldn't stop thinking about. When a nannying job forces her to move into Emerson Weston's luxury penthouse, their war follows them from school hallways to home. But living under the same roof changes everything and fighting her feelings might be the hardest battle Brooklyn has ever faced.

Alice Brent walks away from her wedding after discovering her fiancé’s betrayal, leaving him humiliated at the altar. In a moment that shocks the entire city, she turns around and marries his biggest hockey rival, Devon Shaun. What begins as an act of revenge meant to reclaim her pride quickly shifts into something far more dangerous and calculated, as Alice slowly realizes Devon didn’t accept her by chance, he has been waiting for her and for reasons she doesn’t yet understand.

For sixteen years, Dorothy Dares has perfected the art of invisibility. The quiet Beta's daughter. Ethan's weird sister. Magnus's little puppy. The pack sees what they expect to see: a forgettable girl sketching in corners. They have no idea she's D.R. Dares, a nationally recognised artist whose work is making waves far beyond pack borders. When Dorothy finally gathers the courage to give Alpha Heir Magnus Gibson a handcrafted Valentine, he tears it apart without a glance, mistaking her heart for a casual note. But Magnus's mistake haunts him, and piece by piece, he reconstructs what he destroyed. What he discovers changes everything. Now, a mate bond is forming before his coming-of-age ceremony. The Elders' political schemes are crumbling. Dorothy's secret identity is unravelling. And her estranged mother has returned, demanding a chance to apologise for years of cruelty. Dorothy spent her whole life hiding. But with Magnus at her side and the Moon Goddess confirming what her heart always knew, it's finally time to be seen.

They say sur‍vival buil⁠ds character.‌ It also b​uilds a gi‌rl who notices e‍verythi​ng and forg⁠ives not‌hing. I⁠ was seventeen, wo⁠rkin‌g three jobs before the sun‌ cam‍e up‌, studying af⁠ter midnight beca⁠use poverty was‌ never going to be my permanent addr‌ess.‌ I kne​w hun‍ger, but what I d​id not know wa​s t‍hat my name was alr‍eady tied to​ a b‍illionaire empire long before Jul‍i⁠an Vane ever‌ looked my way‌. He propo⁠sed an⁠d I said yes, because I was‍ a girl who had s​u⁠rvived on‌ s‍craps her w‌hole​ life and he was offering the world. What he did not tell me was t‌he l‍ocked room in his mansion that held secrets about my family. Silas‍ Th‍orne walked into my life when almost all hope was lost, and I’m torn between revenge and letting it all go.

Emilia Monroe is treated no better than a slave by her family. She's despised by her father, abused by her stepsister, and branded a failure for never turning into a wolf since her eighteenth birthday like everyone else did. All she wants is freedom from her torment. But freedom becomes impossible when she crosses paths with Killian, the Silver Crest pack’s new alpha, a notorious and ruthless man. When a contest is held to choose his Luna, as his ascension demands and to cure his bloodlust, Emilia is forced to attend by her father to serve her stepsister, who is one of the contestants. However, destiny exposes her as Killian’s true mate. But the merciless alpha is hell-bent on not having a weakling like her as his Luna. The irresistible pull of their bond refuses to be severed, and one stolen night is all it takes for her to end up pregnant by him. However, when the truth of their bond becomes public, she is rejected and publicly humiliated by the alpha, and so Emilia flees in order to protect her baby. When she thinks she's finally free, the alpha learns of their child and he stops at nothing to have and claim her once more. But the big question remains; will Emilia choose to be a captive again, or will she stand up to Killian, despite the unresolved tension of their mate bond?

(WARNING: R18. Contains shameless, explicit smut. Not intended for young viewers.) *** "Rune," Xavier called, his voice a low, throaty groan that sent heat straight to my core. "Baby, you don't have to do this." Determination surged through me, lighting my nerves on fire. "I want to." That was without a doubt. Even though I have no idea what the hell I'm about to do. I'm about to rely on the wild tales Marcella told me, and that one lesson with a banana. Fucking hell. I'm about to suck her dad off...using her own lessons! **** Rune Vitali is the poster child for "down on your luck." Out of a job, black sheep of her family, and mentally exhausted, the last thing she expects is to find her boyfriend cheating on her with his stepbrother just a day before she brings him home. Hurt and angry, she goes to a bar to drink her worries away. There she meets a handsome stranger. One night of hasty decisions lead to massive fallout. Not only was this stranger Xavier Creighton, the country's most popular and ruthless Criminal Lawyer, he was also her best friend's father. And her new boss. If her life was bad before, it's about to get even worse. How long can she keep her dirty little secret before her best friend finds out? Or before the scandal blows up and ruins her forever? She should stay away. But there's something about Xavier she can't resist. Something almost...supernatural. Like there's a force pulling them together, one she can't resist no matter how hard she tries.

“No can do. I'm a changed man now. The only p*** I want is my wife's," I drawl. She practically sputters, invisible steam oozing from her ears. "Get your filthy hands off me," she snarls. I lean in, my lips grazing her earlobe. “Why? Afraid that I'm going to find out how much your body still yearns for mine?" I drawl, and she shivers, pressing her thighs together as I squeeze her hip lightly. … I’ve hated Hayden Wolfe since high school. He made my life hell. When I’m suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage with him, I’m convinced I’ve hit rock bottom. He needs a wife to secure his position in his family’s billion-dollar empire. I need my father’s company to survive. Neither of us had a choice. Now we’re the perfect couple in public, and sworn enemies behind closed doors. And my new goal? Make Hayden Wolfe beg for a divorce. What started as late-night screaming matches explodes into hate filled kisses and touches that leaves me burning. Do I still hate him with every fiber of my being? Or am I already hopelessly, shamefully addicted to the man I promised to destroy? Warning: Mature content, intense bickering, mentions of dark themes such as psychological trauma, violence and emotional distress.

They’ve hated each other forever. Top grades? They fight for it. School captain? They both ran—then sabotaged each other. Even the last drink at the vending machine turns into war. They argue like it’s a sport. Compete like it’s life or death. Fists have flown. So have insults. Everyone knows: they can’t stand each other. But then—one night, her phone buzzes. A message. From him. Weird. They don’t text. Not unless it’s to throw shade. She opens it… and nearly drops her phone. It’s him. Shirtless. Smirking. Sweaty. The lighting is low, his eyes unreadable. Not a word, just a photo. Not a joke. Not a dare. And for the first time in years… She doesn’t know if this is war or something much, much worse.

“Where’s your fight now, wife?” Dominic's breath ghosted across my bare skin. “Let me go. I’m warning you,” I hissed, struggling against his wrist that held both my hands above my head. “Funny... Your upper and lower lips seem to be contradicting each other. I don’t know which to trust… maybe I should kiss both, see which one’s lying.” “Fuck you!” I spat—only it came out more like a moan I couldn’t control. “Yeah…” His hand tightened, holding me just enough to make my pulse pound. “Yeah… you will. You’ll beg for it.” “You'll scream it out to the world. Tell them who you belong to,” And it should’ve been a joke. A sick one. Because Dominic Cantrell wasn’t someone girls like me belonged to. He was the billionaire’s heir with a reputation that could ruin cities and rebuild them. I was a mere cleaner with a brother in debt. But when a series of mistakes; one fight, one night, one kiss; pulls us into a contract that binds me to him for 365 days, survival becomes something I have to earn… under him. The devil thinks I’m a pawn. He thinks he can own me, bend me, break me. He’s so wrong. Because I'm not one of his bimbos. I'm his Kryptonite. And one day? I’ll make the devil kneel. WARNING: Contains high R-rated explicit scenes.