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Aria Langston’s life is turned upside down when the ruthless Ravencrest Pack attacks her home, Silverwood. The younger wolves are taken to Ravencrest High, forced to live among their enemies, while their families remain locked up for refusing to surrender. As an omega, Aria is ignored, making it easier for her to spy and find a way to free her pack. The last person she ever wanted to cross paths with is Kai Blackthorn, the future Alpha of Ravencrest. He’s powerful, arrogant, and completely untouchable. She wants nothing to do with him. But then she’s assigned to be his personal tutor. And fate has other plans. Kai Blackthorn is her mate.

Her life was perfect, she lived the life that everybody wants. Free from all the pain and suffering the world has to offer for a mere human like her. She was beautiful, loved and adored by everyone and most of all, she had parents that no one in this world would ever find. ut life is a twisted jerk wanting to ruin everything. When she entered Delphaize Academy, her eyes were awakened, she saw the cruelness of the world. She felt that she was being murdered from inside-out, wanting to bring back the life she used to live. Will she accept the fate that she has been given? Will she conquer the conquest that was destined for her?

Imagine loving someone in secret for a decade, watching them chase the one person who could never truly accept them, believing their wedding would finally free them and you, only to see him drop to his knees in front of everyone, begging her to stay and calling you, his best friend and secret mate, “just friend”. The pain rips through you, you drown it in alcohol, follow a scent that feels like home, and wake up beside a man who looks exactly like him and wants nothing more than to ruin you, strip every ounce of innocence from your bones, and worship the grounds of your sanctuary day and night.

The only thing that she wanted, was to be dearly loved by her family. But all she got was a package full of betrayal. All he wanted was to find the girl who saved him and provide her with anything that she would demand and lacked. When he came to know it was love, he not only provided her with his immense never-ending love but also a free baby that adored only her. In her teenage life, all she wanted was for one man to like her. However, when she grew up, she had an army of men, lining to make her theirs. Now, who she shall choose? How will he make her his?

Scarlett thought she had found true love with Ethan, a charming and caring werewolf. But as time went on, Ethan became possessive and controlling, leading Scarlett to question everything she knew about him. After a terrifying encounter, Scarlett wakes up two years earlier with a newfound determination for revenge. She joins forces with a group of supernatural beings to uncover the secrets of the werewolf pack and the ancient curse that holds the key to her vengeance. But as Scarlett's quest for power intensifies, she realizes that revenge may not be worth sacrificing her loved ones for. Will Scarlett choose revenge or choose to embrace her humanity and break free from the cycle of violence?

Randy William has lived his life behind gates of gold, wealthy, protected and perfectly lost. At twenty, a storm brew inside him, questions about his desire, his truth and who he really is Then comes Carlson, seductive, untouchable and hiding a dangerous secret.what started as temptation quickly spiral into betrayal, when Randy learns he was just a Dare-A twisted game. But the lies run deeper, a predatory Dean , a hidden engagement. A past that isn't his. As everything unravels, Randy must face the hardest question of all . Is he brave enough, to become who he was never allowed to be? Some truths free you, but Some truths destroy everything first.

Doctor Catherine Ross is a surgeon on the rise. She is well liked by her colleagues and loves her job at the emergency department of a major hospital in the city. She has the heart in the right place and would do anything to save a life. But her confidence is only related to her occupation. When it comes to romantic relationships she is severely lacking. Her too full curves and being a bookworm has led to bullying and low self esteem. Alessio Peccati is a handsome bachelor on the outside and heartless mafia boss on the inside. He would never give up a chance to torture and harm a person who has done him injustice. He looks good and knows it. A new woman on his arm every week, all of them slim, made up, fake and perfect. Perfect for an official outing. Perfecty submissive for a few nights of hard fucking. But too fake to keep. When a member of his family is shot in a deserted parking lot and Catherine is nearby, she doesn’t hesitate to help. What she doesn’t know is that if you mix with the mafia, there is only one way out, by death. Now she is a captive of the Peccati family and forced to work as a doctor and a surgeon for the man holding her captive. Soon Alessio finds he has more interest in the confident and independent doctor than just business related. He has never wanted a woman like he wants Catherine. How will Catherine find her new life? Will she ever be free from her captivity? Will she ever want to be free? For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex.

He was the strictest Dom, he loved to control women. She was a free bird and didn't want anybody to control her. He was into BDSM stuff and she despised it with all her heart. He was looking for a challenging submissive and she was a perfect match but this girl wasn't ready to accept his offer since she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He had this burning desire to control her because she could be a perfect choice but she was a tough nut to crack. He was getting crazy to make her his submissive, controlling her mind, soul and body. Will their fate fulfil his desire to control her? Or will this desire transform into the desire of making her his? To get your answers dive into the heartwarming and intense journey of the hottest and strictest Master you will ever find and his innocent little butterfly. *** "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and then, with a swift motion he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his. What is he doing? Chills rushed down my spine.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.