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The evening of her 18th birthday Liberty's wolf comes forward and frees the young slave from the abusive Alpha Kendrick. He should have known he was playing with fire, waiting for the girl to come of age before he claimed her. He knew if he didnt, she would most likely die. The pain and suffering she had already endured at his hands would be the tip of the iceburg if her wolf, Justice, didnt help her break free. LIberty wakes up in the home of The Alpha twins from a near by pack, everyone knows the Blacks are even more depraved than Alpha Kendrick. Liberty's life seems to be one cruel joke after another. How has she managed to escape one abuser and land right in the bed of two monsters?

{Completed}(Previously called Keenan Hiltons Chaos) The room is awfully quiet except for Keenan's laboured breath and my heavily pounding heart. His hands are planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if he's thinking about all the regretful things he's done in his life. Why does this feel like the beginning of another disastrous road? “What's wrong?” I ask in a panic because I wonder if he's also recollecting the events that happened last night in part like I am and regretting it. “Apparently we did more than get drunk last night,” He lifts the paper certificate from the bar counter and shows it to me, “we got married.”

An accident made Snow Cecy the most hated person of her husband. She was imprisoned and gave birth to a child in prison. After she was released from prison, it was her husband's crazy revenge and betrayal that met her and her children. Snow Cecy thought that one day she could wait for the truth to come out, but she only waited for a paper of incurable medical treatment. On the day of diagnosis, Vicdor Blake held his sweetheart and said to her, "you'd better die now. Don't hinder me from marrying Leyi!" At this moment, Snow Cecy finally understood what it means to die like ashes. In the fire, Snow Cecy held her child and had nothing to miss in this world. And when all the truth is revealed,Vicdor is almost tortured into a madman by remorse holding the ashes of the two people. Three years later, a person suffering from a terminal illness has become a famous doctor that is hard to find. However, the president has tortured himself to the death. Snow Cecy nestled in another man's arms and looked at Vicdor coldly. Even if you die now, it has nothing to do with me.

The Alpha King’s hand was raised, ready to give the command. “Please!” I begged. “Please don’t do this! Take me instead! Please, take me instead!” He didn’t seem to hear me. The executioner lifted his broadsword. Scarlet blood flooded the surrounding earth immediately. I roared and screamed, a horrible sound echoing through the air. Cole, with cruel indifference, stepped down from the throne and smirked. “Did you enjoy what you saw, Eva?” he asked. “Did you enjoy seeing their heads roll? Witnessing what happens to filthy traitors?” “You’re a f**king monster,” I growled, “F**k you! I hate you!!! You’d rot-” He interrupted my curses, cupping my face as he laughed maliciously. “Even though you hate me, you belong to me now,” he murmured, his voice both sensual and cruel. “You bear my Mark, Eva. There’s be no escaping. No matter how far you run, I’ll always find you. I’ll always take you.” He pressed his fingers against the side of my neck, the sensation of the bond mark strong and undeniable. Horror and disgust overwhelmed me. He was right. I was his. I was caged. _____________ As Lord Beta’s daughter, Evelyn had led a happy life—until everything fell apart two years ago. After King Theodore’s sudden death, the princes began competing for the throne, and wars erupted. Her family had backed the wrong prince. Her fiancé – the crown prince – fell and perished in the final battle. Her soon-to-be brother-in-law ascended as the Alpha King. And it turned out that the new King sought not only her repentance and redemption, but her flesh, and her soul.

***WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE*** To the world, I am Alberto Morello. A ruthless asshole, merciless, dangerous, the definition of death. But to Francisco Blanco, I am his brother, his best friend, the man that swore to rule the world we live in alongside him. That’s why when he asked me to be the godfather of his only daughter, Isadora, I didn’t hesitate to accept. I may be a coldhearted bastard to just about everyone in this bloody world, but I swore to care for that little girl as my own. What I never expected was for that little girl to grow into the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I tried to fight the attraction, knowing that it was the one line I couldn’t cross. I couldn’t do that to my best friend, to his sweet girl. I am sick in all ways imaginable, and I couldn’t do that to them, to her… But when they both team up against me to get me to come back home after years staying away, will I be able to stop myself from falling into temptation? And if I do have a taste of the forbidden, will I be able to stop?

Mumbai. The city of dreams. Shining bright with impressive skyscrapers, glamorous filmstars, and glittering malls. Standing tall on the shimmering coast of the Arabian Sea. Everywhere Sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of the mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where an obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Kunal Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly, and cold-blooded. Samar Jagtap. Lalaji's ruthless and cunning protege. Indispensable, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well-oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high-stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart that refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Maahi. Full name Maahi Ranjan Vaghela. Kunal Vaghela's beloved baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Samar Jagtap's life.

He’s the alpha king, my crush, my guardian. And he’s 20 years older than me. ** “How old are you?” “T-Twenty,” I bit my lower lip, stuttering on the lie. “I’m an adult.” I trembled but turned my head, allowing him to drag his nose along my neck and breathe in my scent. I didn’t know what I smelled like to him. Did I smell like I was lying? I held still. He shifted just a bit, seemingly retreating, and I flung my arms around his neck, holding him down. “Please, Alpha King,” I said. My voice trembled even as I tried to sound sultry. “I’m… sure I can please you.” “Do you know what happens when you lie to the Alpha King, little girl?” He knew. I should have known that he would know I wasn’t twenty. “You seem so deliberate, but I’m not interested in your offer. How about we play a game?” “A-A game?” He narrowed his eyes and gave me a slow, cruel smile. “If you win, I’ll grant you sanctuary.” My eyes widened with a spark of hope. “But if you lose….”

Lucille Johnson's mother suddenly dies, and her father can't wait to welcome his mistress and her daughter into the family. Her grandfather says, "You're an ingrate and an imbecile. You don't deserve to be a member of the Johnson family!" Her father says, "How did I ever end up with you as a daughter? You heartless monster!" Her stepmother says, "Bree's always been weak, even as a child. How could you force her to the point of death over a man?" Lucille becomes the worst socialite in Whiteloop City, but she doesn't bother explaining herself. One day, a group of bigwigs start speaking up on her behalf online. Wait—isn't Lucille supposed to be a powerless socialite who's fallen from grace?

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."

"I only f*ck girls who want to be f*cked, flipped over and banged, Sunshine and..." "And that's what I want, daddy. Exactly what I want from you." * He was my father's adopted brother. He had been there for me since the moment I had lost my entire family in a terrible fire but five years ago, he had suddenly left the country, never coming back. And then, I was drugged one night and I got home to see he was back. It had been five years but he just looked hotter and sexier. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac I was drugged with, I had gotten his help to get off and it should have ended there that night. Nothing more should have happened but with the wetness that pulls in my p*ssy whenever he comes close, with the way my nipples harden at his slightest touch, I knew more was going to happen. Russo wants me... To f*ck me, bang me, and own my body. And bloody hell! As much as I want to deny it, I want him too. For him to f*ck me, bang me, own my body and make me his sl*t.... But this... It's a taboo, right?