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Isabelle's life takes a sudden turn when she slips into the freezing water of a lake and drowns her life slipping through her fingers. However her dark fate suddenly changes when she is given another chance by the moon goddess although it comes with a deadly curse. Known as the lazy indulgent sister of the Emperor with no wolf, and an obsession with the Pack's beta, a man who showed her no affection, she suddenly meets her wolf. Isabelle rises from the dead but now with a timer over her head. She has two impossible choices–to forge unbreakable bonds with multiple mates or face a slow, agonizing death as her life force drains away. To break the curse, Isabelle must juggle the affections of more than one man while keeping her secrets well buried. Will she master the curse—or will it consume her and her fragile heart?

Vampires and Werewolves? Yeah, they don’t mix. Vampires think they’re superior. Werewolves can’t stand their arrogance. But when Hunters come for both clans, there's only one choice—team up or die trying. As the Alpha’s sister, Aritzea is stuck working with her enemies—the same people who killed her father. And to make things worse? She’s paired with Lucian, the irritatingly lazy, frustratingly charming Vampire Prince who just can’t seem to keep his fangs off her. Oh, and apparently… he’s her mate.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

She needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.

Delphine isn’t sure how she ended up in this position- a song bird with clipped wings and a gilded cage. Where did everything go wrong? The answer is the man who commands her to sing.

“Where have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?” he whispered darkly. My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive. “Someone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,” Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. “Tell me, Mrs. Warren… is that true?” A chill ran through me. His tone wasn’t affectionate—it was laced with something far more dangerous. “Open your eyes.” I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them. “What did I tell you before, wife?” Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. “I-I’m not allowed to meet…other men,” I stammered. “Hmmm.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Then explain what happened earlier.” “Franklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasn’t doing anything wro—” “Liar!” he roared. I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable. “No one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!” His voice was a venomous snarl. “You will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I won’t allow it!” Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

"I bet you still feel me," I whispered, tracing a lazy finger down her spine, just to make her shudder. "Still stretched from how deep I was inside you." She sucked in a sharp breath, but I caught the way her thighs pressed together, the way she burned with the memory she was so desperately trying to bury. "Shut up," she bit out, her voice shaking. I chuckled, dark and low, brushing my knuckles against her jaw. "Why? Does it drive you insane knowing you let the villain ruin you first?" Camilla He used to make my life hell. Stefano Madden, the golden boy with ice in his veins and a filthy mouth that cut deeper than knives. I was the fat, invisible girl he loved to humiliate. Now, I’m curvy, successful… and unfortunately, his personal assistant. I swore I’d never fall for him again. But the way he looks at me now? Like he wants to ruin me all over again, only slower, dirtier, deeper. And I would let him. Stefano I broke her once. I should’ve walked away. But Camilla Whitlock grew into every man’s fantasy and I hate that she makes me feel. So I push her. Tease her. Own her. Until the line between cruelty and desire snaps. I take her, claim her, and when I put a baby in her, my obsession turns lethal. But when she’s stolen from me, all bets are off. I’ll burn the world to bring her back… even if she never forgives me.

(An Extremely Hot intense hardcore Taboo Erotica Collection rated 18+. Incest, Age gap, father and daughter relationship and so many more) “Harder,” she gasps. “Please—God—don’t stop—” He pounds into her, gritting his teeth, sweat sliding down his temples. “Fuck—Grace—I’m gonna—” "Inside me,” she whispers. “Please—inside—” He comes with a shuddering growl, burying his face in her neck. His body locks tight above hers, and she feels every throb, every pulse, deep inside. They lie there for a long time after. Breathing each other in. Her fingers trace lazy circles on his back. His lips graze her collarbone. She doesn’t ask what this means. She already knows. *** When Grace returns home for the summer, she never expects the man who married her mother to unravel her world. Julian is older, distant, and dangerously magnetic—and neither of them can resist the pull. What begins as stolen glances and silent obsession spirals into something violent, raw, and all-consuming. Their affair is poison, but it tastes like salvation. As secrets crack open and loyalties burn, Grace must choose between the life she knew and the man she can’t live without. Craving Grace is a taboo, blisteringly hot descent into forbidden desire, where love is a sin—and sin feels like home.

No one crosses Dante Kincade and walks away unscathed. I just did it with a microphone and a song that made the entire room gasp. Marisol Franco has spent years hiding under a fake name, trying to outrun her father's brutal empire. But one impulsive karaoke performance at a corporate event shattered her cover and made her the target of her powerful CEO, Dante Kincade. Cold, calculating, and rumored to have ties to the underworld, he doesn't forgive public humiliation. Dante wants revenge and her secrets. But as his obsession grows, so does the dangerous desire neither of them can control. With her fire and fearlessness, she’s nothing like the women who try to please him. She meets him head-on and defies him at every turn. But her past is darker than he imagined. Hunted by her father’s men and promised to a sadistic cartel heir, she’s running out of time. Trapped between three dangerous men and a past that won’t stay buried, Marisol must decide who to trust before everything goes up in flames. Now, the only man standing between her and a fate worse than death is the one who has every reason to destroy her. Dangerous Melodies is a dark, addictive romance brimming with secrets, betrayal, and enemies-to-lovers heat. Perfect for fans of forbidden desire, dangerous obsession, and love that refuses to surrender.