Kundalini Rising

Lyra is a struggling junior architect at Vane Enterprises, hiding her 4-year-old son, Leo. Leo is the result of a blind surrogacy contract Lyra completed five years prior. Crucially, Lyra knows she was misled: the "anonymous donor" egg was actually fertilized by the Vane family's unique genetics. An emergency forces Lyra to bring Leo to the Vane headquarters. In the elevator, Julian Vane—the ruthless CEO—sees the boy. The resemblance is undeniable; Leo has the iconic Vane "silver eyes." Julian is obsessed with finding out why a low-level employee has a child that looks like a Vane clone. He suspects his rival brother is involved. Lyra maintains Leo is her adopted nephew, but Julian orders a DNA test. It proves his paternity. Julian confronts Lyra, believing she stole his genetic material to blackmail him. Lyra produces the initial surrogacy contract, revealing she was the one defrauded by a middleman she never met. Julian’s grandmother, the fearsome matriarch of the family, is failing. The Vane dynasty requires a legitimate heir to solidify their control of the company against a hostile takeover. If Julian reveals Leo exists outside of marriage, the family scandal will destroy them, and Lyra will lose her son in the ensuing chaos. Julian leverages his power. He demands Lyra marry him in a loveless contract arrangement for one year. This legitimizes Leo as the heir, appeases the dying matriarch, and guarantees Julian controls the Vane assets. Lyra is forced to agree to the #ContractMarriage and #ForcedProximity to keep physical custody of her child. ​Falling Action: Now living under Julian’s roof as his wife, Lyra must navigate the cold environment. The primary conflict shifts from the secret baby to the rising sexual tension. Julian is surprised by Lyra's resilience and her refusal to be intimidated by his wealth.

“Look at yourself, darling. Moaning like a slut on my brother's cock. You should be ashamed." He wrapped his fingers around my neck forcing me to stare at the mirror in front us. "Go on, baby girl. C*m for us." *** Twenty-year-old Abigail Darlington, Darling to the few who love her, Abby to the ones who hate her, thought she had her life figured out. Her high school sweetheart loved her. Their solid relationship has lasted three years. And she has a future in her dream college. Until he dumped her over text… for someone skinnier, richer, and more "worthy" of his rising status. Humiliated and heartbroken, Darling is left to pick up the pieces under the college spotlight, while the world applauds her ex for his “upgrade.” But she's not going down without a fight. If he wants a war, she’ll give him one, by hitting where it hurts most. His stepbrothers. Three gorgeous, powerful S-Class alphas who dominate the campus and make hearts (and other things) race. Darling doesn’t just want their attention— she wants their obsession. But her revenge turns complicated fast. Because the alphas aren’t what she expected. What starts as seduction quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more dangerous. Heated glances turn to possessive touches. Soft moans into growled promises.. And somewhere between all of that, and late-night confessions, Darling finds herself falling hard. Then comes the positive test. The threats from their elitist, vicious mother. And her ex, suddenly desperate to have her back. Now, Darling must navigate love, power, and a storm of consequences she never saw coming. Revenge was supposed to feel good. She never expected it to feel like home. She never expected it to come with a heartbeat.

'THE BIG FOUR': Steven Chase Baron Sage Iphan Carter Kane Richmond A group of gangsters who for their own interests, build up a conglomerate with the label, 'X-HABIT'. Their activities are no different from vices, but their main aim is to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. Betrayed by one of them, the conglomerate fades into fragments of two: X-HABIT and ICE, syndicates of their own, tugging at each other's throats. Steven's regime faces out, but he leaves behind an heir, who continues the game: shuffling, dealing and cutting cards, playing tit for tat. The heir? He's Adrian Chase. A drop dead gorgeous billionaire, an Adonis and New York's shaker. Out of the blue comes 'THE MEN', a rival who watches Adrian keenly and has eyes on everything he's got. This only lengthens the saga, creating another pile of screwed up shit. Aside from Adrian's lethal life, he's got an allergy - WOMEN. Only a quartet add up to his living: his daughter, his step sister, his step mother and his nanny. The rest are no lesser than muddle-headed, fatuous bitches. Well, there's that 'bitch', a naive Megan Stones whose world crumbles when the cold jaws of death snatch her parents away, leaving her with a mouth to feed. She is a college drop-out who's a waitress and a washer-up by day, a stripper at night. Fate punches some buttons, Chase and Stone happen to meet. Strings are pulled and sparks fly. She quenches his allergy and ignites in him, an addiction: HERSELF. Their love story has its fair share of thorns but after many times of falling and rising, they solemnize their love in holy matrimony. After tons of games, gut flaunting and bloodbaths by these rival syndicates, X-HABIT is ascribed the glory.

"Kaelen you coward!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the wind, "Come out here and face me like a man!" Soon after, his ranks began to part. "Selene, my love." He said with a small smile. "Am I safe to assume this is your oh so terrible attempt at surrender?" I gave a smile of my own. "Oh, darling no. I just wanted you to take one long look at my face. I want to have the chance to look you in the eyes when I say this: this here is the last face you're going to see before you die." With that, I turned my horse and headed behind my banners. “Prepare the lines,” I called, ready for the war to begin. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Blurb: On the night Selene was to be crowned Luna, her fated mate, the Alpha she had loved since childhood, publicly chose another. Before the entire pack, he marked a foreign princess, casting Selene aside as “unworthy.” Betrayed, humiliated and stripped of her son, Selene swore she would avenge. When a rival Alpha, Draven of the Shadowfangs, offers her his hand, Selene accepts... not for love, but for revenge. Their union is dangerous, defiant, and forbidden… yet the fire between them is undeniable. Now Selene is no longer the abandoned mate. She's a rising queen, torn between a cursed bond to the man who betrayed her and the intoxicating passion of the enemy who would burn the world for her. But war is coming. The mate bond aches, the Moon Goddess herself schemes against her, and her son is trapped in the hands of her ruthless ex. To survive, Selene must shatter destiny itself… even if it means defying gods, breaking bonds, and destroying the Alpha who once claimed her. This isn’t fate. This is war.

“I want you to ruin me. To fuck me like nothing else matters.” Zoriana’s breath hitched, the air in her lungs turning to ice as she stared into the darkened eyes of the man pinning her against the warehouse door. Outside, the pack’s founding day celebration was a blur of music and laughter, but in the shadows, there was only the scent of rain and the dangerous heat radiating off Alpha Tristan. “You’re mated to my brother, Zoriana,” he growled, his voice a dark, jagged rasp against her ear. His mouth brushed her pulse point, sending a shiver of pure, traitorous electricity through her blood. “Do you have any idea what I’ll do to you if I stop being a gentleman?” Zoriana didn't care about the crown. She didn't care about the Royal bond or the destiny written in the stars. She arched her back, her nails grazing the hard muscle of his shoulders as she pulled him closer. “Then stop being a gentleman, Tristan. Show me the monster everyone says you are.” *** Zoriana’s world shattered overnight when her mate’s betrayal turned her from a beloved Luna into a rogue. But she did not break. Rising from the ashes, Zoriana founded her own pack and built an empire that shook the very foundations of the shifter kingdoms. The higher she rises, the deeper she is trapped in a web of deadly intrigues and twisted truths. Zoriana is caught between the Royal Alpha she is sworn to support and his ruthless brother—a devilish enemy who ignites a forbidden, soul-searing desire she cannot control. In a world of poisoned blood and lethal lies, Zoriana must choose: the crown she fought for, or the man who could be her undoing? Rating: 18+ | Content Warning: Explicit Language, Graphic Violence, and Mature Sexual Themes.

"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be. “No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold. “You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.” I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself. My body pressed into his, desperate for more. But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing. I want, I need. He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed. Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him. "That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again. **** Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart. Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother. But Tristan wants something more dangerous. Her heart. Her body, all of her. Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?

Sapphire’s greatest regret came from fucking a stranger she met, a stranger that went on to ruin her life.. But how could she hate him when he gave her three beautiful babies? Her babies must survive so she ran, hiding them from their father with everything she had. Damnation looms for the conqueror alpha king and he must chase after his runaway mate. Unaware of his three babies, he fights to claim her heart. She wlll not make it easy for him. She would bear a hundred whippings rather than be wed to that shameless old wolf that dared to covet someone younger than all of his daughters! She saw red and imagining his face, she threw the nearly empty bottle. The stranger moved so fast he grabbed it in his fist. She drooled at the sight of the most handsome, broad-shouldered stranger she ever saw in her life! When he changed direction,, she found herself rising to meet him. “I’ve never had a woman stone my face in our first meeting before.” . Even his voice was incredibly sexy. She giggled, staggering and he caught her. Their proximity thrilled her and when she stared up at him, she could swear his eyes were alive with lust as he stared at her lips. “I do other things other than stone faces. Want to go upstairs and find out?” She hit a sultry pose but suddenly staggered drunkenly. “You are drunk.” “Very. My clumsy fingers will need help getting out of this tight top. You’ll lend a hand won’t you?” She batted her lashes at him, surprised at her own provocativeness. . He smirked and pulled her in. “As you wish, my lady.” Even before they could get to the room, his taste was in her mouth and...

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I’ll count to ten," he said, "If that contract isn’t signed by the time I reach ten, I’ll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister…they’ll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So… ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. "FOUR," he counted. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn’t... my mother and sister’s lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn’t do it, I told myself. He couldn’t be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn’t sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself

Before anything else could happen, I stood up from squatting in front of him and walked toward my work table. My hands were shaking, but I tried not to show it. "Now you have time to listen to my proposal," I said firmly, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. I picked up the document I had placed there earlier—a simple sheet of paper, but one that could change everything. I held it up for him to see. Yes, kidnapping him had been desperate. But what I was about to offer? Even more so. "You just have to sign this marriage contract," I told him. "If we get married, I can claim my inheritance, solve my problem, and then we’ll let you go." He raised an eyebrow, amused. “And what’s in it for me? I don’t gain anything here. Why should I let you manipulate my life like that?” I clenched my fists. "You’re my hostage! Your freedom depends on me. You have no choice but to do what I say!" I snapped, voice rising with frustration. As soon as I said it, regret washed over me. I sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, and I saw it in his eyes—disappointment. Disgust. “I already have a fiancée, Kourtney. We’re getting married soon. I can’t marry you,” he said with finality. Of course I knew. I knew everything about him. I kept tabs on his life not because I wanted to, but because I had to. “I love her,” he continued. “And if I ever get married, it’s going to be with the woman I love. That’s Kim.” I bit my lower lip to stop the trembling. I was humiliated… but worse, I was heartbroken.