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Wolves are dangerous creatures. They hunt and kill for sport. It’s what my mother has always told me. But when she goes and gets pregnant, for one, she leaves me with a little girl whom I have come to love more than my life. I will do anything to protect her. Even marrying an alpha who is marrying to keep his position. Our marriage was meant to deceive his brother and keep his position while I get my sister’s disease treated. The kisses, hugs, and touches were all meant to deceive, but what about the love we make when people are not watching? Is that fake? No, that’s real. It’s real until his mate comes, and my world comes crumbling down right before my eyes. Will I stay or fight? I mean, I’m used to running.

Family is everything. Blood is everything. You only live, die and kill for your family." Born and raised in secret, like a ghost who never existed, Lilliana Moretti was brought up to be used as a secret weapon against one of the most ruthless crime families-the Romanos. And when she walked into the devil's lair willingly-pretending to be in love with the second-in-command of the Romano Empire, Dominic Romano-too many buried secrets were unearthed, leaving her shattered. An uphill battle between two crime families unleashed chaos like never before. While two people were out for each other's blood with bleeding hearts, little did they realize their love was more lethal than their hatred for each other. ************************* E X C E R P T - My fingers tangled in her hair as I forced her downward. “I’m not going to kneel before you like you’re some kind of god,” she snarled. The corner of my mouth curved into a slow, dark smile. “No,” I agreed, voice low and steady. “You’re not going to kneel for me.” I leaned in closer, eyes locked on hers. “You’re going to spread your legs for me, Lilliana—because I’m the monster, baby. The real one.”

(A/N: Hello sweety, I want to inform you and assure you that this book is certainly the erotica book you are looking for. This book is all about the thrilling sex life of a youngster, which is very erotic, steamy, and has a touch of dark relationship and dark romance (BDSM). (Do enjoy reading!) Snow POV I stare at the naked figure besides me in amusement. I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back. The rate at which he handles my body when it tangles in his, the sexual chemistry, the burning pleasurable desire, and the way my body writhes in his addictive touch make me go lustfully crazy. I don't know if such feelings ever existed before! My mother never mentioned this to me; she even barely spared time to teach me sex education. But here I am, having a bonus, a premium of the real thing, and the unfortunate part is that he is my coach! A 30-year-old married man! While I'm just a 19-year-old trainee of his!

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

Aleena always dreamt of having someone like Alpha Daniel as her mate, hearing all his heroic activities. Before she would have realized her admiration and like toward Alpha Daniel turned into an obsession, and she wanted to be nothing but his Luna. And to make the situation worst, her mother kept initiating her to do all the wrong deeds to achieve her dreamt instead of teaching her right. But her dreams were shattered when he found his mate, who was no other than her own half-sister, whom she hated all over her life. Losing her dream guy to someone whom she considered below her shoes was not less than hurting her ego. All she knew was that Alpha Daniel was hers, and she would claim him by going beyond any limits, whether it included playing with other people's emotions and trust. She would do it. But she had forgotten that Karma was , and she would reap what she had sown.

His voice dropped lower. “You saw the news, didn’t you? The little warning on the LED TV?” Her eyes flickered. “…Yes, sir.” “Then why didn’t you turn back?” Her mouth opened, but no words came out. “And you saw they’ve never shown my face on the news.” He tapped his temple, eyes glinting. “But now you’re staring right at me. You know exactly what I look like. You think I’ll let you walk away?” “No! Please!” Isabella’s voice cracked, tears falling. “I promise with my mother’s grave—I’ll never speak of this! Please, just spare me!” Alessandro smirked, lifting his gun. “People like you swear. People like you also betray. Let’s see…” Her whole body locked. “No, no, please—” The gun fired. Isabella screamed. But when she opened her eyes, the bullet hole smoked in the wooden floor beside her. Her chest heaved. Her hands shook. She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Alessandro leaned back, laughing softly. Then—something in her snapped. She pushed herself up on trembling legs. “You want to kill me? Then fucking do it!” His brows lifted. “What the fuck is wrong with you gangsters?” she yelled, her voice shaking. “Do I look like someone who can hurt you? You almost made me wet my pants out there with your bullets. Do you think that’s funny?” One of his men growled, stepping forward, hand raised. “How dare you talk to the boss like that—” “Stop,” Alessandro ordered sharply, raising his hand without taking his eyes off her. Isabella’s chest heaved. “You think taking lives is funny?” She beat her chest with her fist. “Fine. I’m going to walk out that door right now. Shoot me if you want.”

He speaks out and fights for the rights of the people. But for himself he could not do that. Afraid of what people might say. A Harsh Childhood welcomed him. A man who could not make his own path to success without his concept ... became a selfless one. Stress relief is pretty good. But when someone crashed his sinful and ravishing lips onto his it was like he was at his brink. The feeling that its consequences made his heart beat faster then made it stronger. And that's how he felt his, Desires to Adrenaline

My mom treated me like the dirt beneath her shoes but worshiped my cousin like a queen. Since I could walk, I had scrubbed clothes and cooked meals, but I would still be yelled at or smacked if I messed up. On the contrary, my cousin twirled in princess dresses and played the piano. She was cherished by my aunt and uncle like she was the center of their world. Then came the day everything changed. At my cousin's birthday party, my mom got drunk and spilled the secret—she switched me and my cousin at birth. It turned out that I wasn't her daughter; I was my aunt's daughter. I was over the moon. Finally, I thought I'd found my real family, people who might actually care about me. But when I told my aunt, she just smirked. "You think I didn't know? I don't want you. You'll never be my daughter." Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I couldn't understand. Why didn't anyone want me? But that day, I made a vow—I'd never beg for anyone's love again. Years later, when I got into Mayward University—the best educational institution in the country—I threw two DNA test reports on the table in front of them. For the first time, they both looked terrified.

Do you know what it feels like to be hated by the people you call family? Do you know how much it hurts to be rejected by the only person who is supposed to love you forever? Well, then you should know what makes you feel like shit. Welcome to Aline's world. They have treated her terribly in her family, and her parents do not want her. Everyone in her pack hates her, even her own sister, Isabella, who makes fun of her and cheats on her with her mate, Erick. Her boyfriend rejected her and humiliated her in front of the whole pack. Her father has sold her to Harold's Pack for her to be a breeder. She thinks it's better to be in another pack even if she has a lousy job as a breeder. Aline returns to fight a big war, but Aline is different now. She is outspoken and incredibly sexy, but most of all, she is a complete Luna Lycan from Harold's pack. The discovery of her true origin will give him an answer to the reason why her father sold her... A new love and a noble inheritance will transform her life. Will Aline be able to avenge the lineage of her true parents and bring justice? Will Aline be able to find true love with the Lycan Ethan of Harold's pack? What will Aline do with her sister Isabella?

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Warning ? ? ? this books consist of different erotica short stories, they are not long stories, and also 18+ content ahead, if you're below 18 please refrain from reading You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”