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When Alpha King Rhys finally found his mate, he expected fireworks, a puzzle piece to click into place, a Luna to help him rule the kingdom, not this.. this savage rogue. A rogue whose intention had been to assassinate him. Hated upon first sight, Amira cursed the Moon Goddess to find out her mate was the tyrannical Alpha King she'd been trained to kill. With nothing left to do but reject the king and escape almost unscathed, neither Rhys nor Amira expected what came next. It was unheard of to reject the gift the Moon Goddess blessed them with. Only a few were granted a mate, and Alpha King Rhys and Amira did precisely that- Rejected the gift. Cursed by the Moon Goddess, they wake up inside each other's bodies. Switched to live in each other's worlds, Rhys and Amira are forced to figure out how to return to their original forms. Can they stop fighting, bickering, and scheming against each other, or will this curse open their minds and hearts to each other's troubles? EXCERPT: “What in Goddess’ name is this!?” Rhys growled into the mirror; his voice came out feminine and his reflection, not his own. This was a nightmare, a cruel trick of his mind. It was playing on him for rejecting this woman as his mate. The woman he wanted to kill was staring back at him from the mirror, hands clutching her face, eyes wide with shock and fury. The nails grew into claws, ready to scratch at the face of the wench who tried to kill him. But the piercing pain and the pool of blood shocked him into a surreal reality. This was not a nightmare. This was real!? Rhys was inside Amira’s body! So, where was Amira? COMPLETED - Cursed Series -

JOSIE FRANK PRESENTS EXCLUSIVELY “WET DREAMS” A DARK EROTICA ANTHOLOGICAL SERIES This is not a sweet romance Story.. This is not a gentle fantasy either! Wet Dreams is a dark erotica collection written by Josie Frank, the very first and only original WET DREAMS SERIES on Goodnovel, it’s created for readers who crave obsession, power, mystery, and desire that borders on dangerous. These stories dive headfirst into lust-driven encounters where restraint snaps, boundaries blur, and attraction turns feral and possessive. Each chapter of this anthology delivers a new fantasy one so intense, indulgent, and deliberately messy that will leave you wet and panting. From forbidden tension between adults who should know better, to secret affairs that spiral into fixation, obsession, to dominant men, daddy’s, brothers best friend, who do not just want the heroine.. They claim her! Possessive, alpha leads, Untouched heroines pulled into temptation, mafia brides in arranged marriages, Power and heavy dynamics, control, surrender, and obsession. This Insta-lust anthology is one that turns addictive, each chapter holds a different story filled with depth, background, and Fantasies. This story gives us the chance to indulge and sneak a glimpse at that kink you feel so deeply curious about one that start in the mind and refuse to stay there. This collection does not pretend to be polite, cause it’s not meant to be. It is hot, dirty, filthy, and written to awaken the desires you usually keep buried. The kind you think about when the lights are off. The kind that linger long after you close the app. This book is 18+ and contains mature themes, dark elements, and power-based relationships. So If you’re looking for something tamer turn back now but If you want indulgence without apology… Welcome, because things are about to get messy.

My younger sister, Sophia Ashford, got pregnant before marriage. To protect her reputation before marrying into a wealthy family, she abandoned the baby at our doorstep after giving birth. Our parents, Owen and Julia Ashford, begged me to adopt the child, Tom Ashford. Seeing how pitiful he was, I agreed. Raising Tom consumed nearly all my time and energy. I lost my original job and ended up washing dishes and carrying trays, juggling three jobs on my own just to survive. When Tom grew up and was accepted into a top university, Sophia suddenly returned, crying and accusing me of stealing her child. She had successfully married into a wealthy family and lived happily with her CEO husband, Sebastian Langford, for years. Now, she wanted Tom, who had already grown into someone accomplished, back. "She was the one who stole my baby! I finally found you, my precious child! Your CEO father is rewarding you with a million dollars for getting into university. Work hard and inherit the family business in the future!" Just like that, the son I had raised for over a decade threw himself into her arms without hesitation and cut off all ties with me. The situation spiraled out of control. Our parents were ashamed of me and kicked me out of the house. To prove my innocence, I drove to the police station to retrieve surveillance footage from back then, but I died in a car accident on the way. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I discovered the abandoned baby. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I called the police immediately.

Alya has been living in her cocoon since forever that stepping into NYC calls for an adventure. Or rather, to curb her wandering mind of what it feels like to have something you've been dreaming of- married to someone who has all the criteria you've seen only in movies. She leaves her comfort zone and dives into a life that has been scripted since day one. It can be two things, either a liberating experience to be someone who doesn't have to think much and just live the way it's been laid out, or to feel suffocated by how much scripted and planned everything is. Yummy DILF has been living his life in pretence. But if money can buy imagination who are we to judge him on that? He didn't exactly ask for our money to live that way, so leave the judgement by the door and come in for a read if you feel like you're open to this absurd pretence. *** "I need you to come for me." He orders in a stern tone after I've let out all sorts of noise while he tongue-fucked me. It finally dawns on me that I'm being a desperate bitch I never wanted to be when I first accepted this job. What have I become? "Come for me, B." His finger is pressing me into following his order to which I reluctantly shake on his mouth. As quiet as it began, it ends in the same way as he helps me with my thong and pulls down my dress to its original state. Stepping in my view he smiles at me smugly, "See, being my wife isn't always so difficult."

Violet eyes with piercing sight. Mane of gold in pale moonlight. Skin so hard and lily white. Voice so soft, yet filled with might. He comes to me in the dark of night. Flash of teeth, smile so slight. There is no fear, no need to fight. In his embrace, I crave his bite. -S.R. Michele, or Shelly to those closest to her, is a typical 21 yr old, trying to find her way in life. She has good family, a close circle of friends. She's outgoing and friendly, and a bit reckless and impulsive sometimes. And she has certain gifts...when she touches things, she can see into the past, she can feel what was felt by others, and she can sense things before they happen. Ok, so maybe she's not so typical. An impromptu trip to New Orleans, a party on Bourbon Street, and an attempted assault in a dark alley lead her into a world she didn't know existed...but one she's not afraid of. She doesn't know if the violet-eyed stranger that comes to her rescue, and follows her home, is a friend or a foe - and honestly, she doesn't care. Once you've had a taste of the darkness, it's hard to pull away... **** This book was written in the late 1990's - early 2000's, and originally published in 2004, under the title: Diary of a Vampire by S.M. Royston. It was my first book, and it wasn't long until I came to hate it! (Please, don't look it up - I promise you, it's terrible) So here we are, years later, and I've decided to throw out my original work, and re-write it. Because I'm the author, and I can do that. The story, characters, and settings are the same - but the writing style is different, and in my opinion, much, much better. I hope you enjoy it. ****

(Ahmed Haddad's Story) Four years ago, Clarissa, desperate for money and desperate to win her mother’s approval, gave up the chance to attend Juilliard school and agreed to be a substitute bride for her stepsister. Three and a half years ago, she actually fell in love with the man she married. She even risked her life to save her husband, Ahmed, when a building collapsed. That accident left her infertile—a secret she carried alone, afraid that if Ahmed found out, Clarissa would lose him completely. Naive as she was, she thought Ahmed just needed more time. But on their fourth anniversary, Clarissa found him kissing his true love, Brianna, the woman who was meant to be his original bride. ***** “Did you cheat, Ahmed?!” dagundong ang boses ng lolo ni Ahmed. “No!” “Did you ignore your wife? Or any mistake that made her want to divorce you?” Bago pa makasagot si Ahmed ay biglang sumulpot si Brianna. Sa likod nito ay ang mga security guards na pilit pinipigilan ang babae. Inilapag nito ang pamilyar na envelope sa mesa. Pinanlalamigan si Clarissa. “Ahmed has nothing at fault! Clarissa, the infertile, should be blamed!” ****** “Mama, inaway ako ni Reirey," iyak ng batang babae na may magagandang uri ng mga mata. After their divorce, a miracle daughter came. Wala na si Ahmed sa buhay nila. Matapos nitong ipakulong siya at nalaglag ang pinagbubuntis ay hindi na bibigyan ni Clarissa si Ahmed ng pagkakataon na malaman nitong ibinalik sa kanya ng Panginoon ang nawalang bata. Hinding-hindi nito makikilala ang anak nila. Ahmed and Clarissa (COMPLETED) Rios and Kaye (COMPLETED) Altero and Mihrimah (COMPLETED)

J'avais grandi à l'étranger, et ma mère, craignant que je me marie avec un étranger, avait directement choisi à Paris un fiancé à la fois beau et brillant pour moi, me demandant de revenir pour les fiançailles. Je suis allée dans une boutique de luxe pour choisir ma robe de fiançailles, et j'avais choisi une longue robe bustier couleur crème que j'étais sur le point d'essayer. La femme à côté de moi a jeté un coup d'œil à la robe que je tenais et a dit à la vendeuse : « Cette robe a un style assez original, fais-la venir pour que je l'essaie. » La vendeuse a immédiatement pris la robe de mes mains avec brutalité. J'ai protesté avec indignation : « Tout se fait selon l'ordre d'arrivée, j'ai choisi cette robe en premier, comment vous pouvez faire comme ça ? » Mais elle m'a regardée avec mépris et a dit : « Cette robe vaut cent mille euros, une pauvre comme toi peut se la permettre ? » « Je suis la sœur de cœur d'Alex Thomas, PDG du Groupe Thomas. À Paris, la famille des Thomas fait la loi ! » Quelle coïncidence, Alex n'était-il pas justement mon fiancé ? Je l'ai immédiatement appelé : « Ta sœur de cœur m'a volé ma robe de fiançailles, que proposes-tu de faire ? »

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?

"Mamahalin kita't pagsisilbihan buong buhay ko, kahit ikaw pa ang pinakamasamang babae sa mundo." Kung ikaw ay lumaking mayaman at naghihiga sa salapi, gugustuhin mo pa bang magtrabaho bilang tagasilbi ng isang malditang may kapansanan? Kakayanin mo bang pagtiisan ang masama niyang ugali sa loob ng apat na linggo? Iyan ang sitwasyong pinagdadaanan ng bilyonaryo at police officer na si Grellen Burnett, ang paminta na handang bumuka sa harap ng pinakamamahal niyang boss na si Inspector William Fukuyama. At dahil sa katangahan nito na naging dahilan para pag-pyestahan siya sa social media, napilitan si Grellen na maghanap ng babaeng ihaharap sa kanyang ama within a month to save his heritance. Sa paghahanap niya sa maswerteng dilag ay nagkrus ang landas nila ng negosyanteng si Barbara Durless. Unang kita palang niya sa dalaga ay talagang namangha siya sa kagandahan nito. So Grellen come up with a decision to get her on instant, and the only way to keep in touch with Barbara is to apply as her butler. Posible kayang mahulog ang loob ng beki na si Grellen sa katulad ni Barbara na daig pa ang may dalaw kung mag-taray? __ This is the original/old version of this novel written in 2020. This is one of my old stories so expect lots of errors and inaccuracies. Kung hindi naman kayo mateknikal at gusto niyo lang ma-enjoy ang pagbabasa, I suggest subukan niyo. Date started: June 03, 2020 Date finished: July 25, 2021 Officially signed on GoodNovel: November 15, 2021

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.