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A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .

NOTE: This book is rated high is LSV (Language -- Sexual Situations -- Violence). It is rated MA and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES. Hence, readers discretion is advised. *** Eighteen-year-old Elara’s world shatter when her stepmother poisons her father's heart and she is promised to Alpha King. The only way to avoid the forced marriage is to not be a virgin and she desperately needs to break her hymen. Unfortunately, her plan crashes when her father finds out. Thus, she is bound to prevent her from tearing her hymen. The Alpha King sent his son, the heir, the Alpha Prince. And when he tests her virginity, the touch reveals to both that they are mated to each other. Elara must choose between survival and a love that could rewrite the very fabric of her world. Will she succumb to the Alpha King's claim, or will she fight for a future with the Alpha Prince, even if it means defying ancient laws and risking death itself? Find out.

Regan is a powerful and arrogant, Lycan Prince who likes to keep everything under his control. After uniting with Allure in a political marriage, he tries his best to threaten and control her. But, Allure is like liquid electricity, fearless, eccentric and unpredictable. No matter what he does, what he plans, she counters him perfectly. Can he tame his wilful bride or will he end up being tamed instead?

In the heart of England's urban sprawl and amidst the serene landscapes of rural Poland, a tale of forbidden love, ancient curses, and relentless evil unfolds. Alpha Cyrus Moon, shrouded in mystery and scarred by tragedy, leads the formidable Bloodmoon Tribe with an iron fist, haunted by visions of loss and the memory of his slain Luna. Enter Baelakis Dnanik, an unwitting pawn in the schemes of the ruthless Nightshade, whose abduction sets into motion a chain of events that will challenge the very fabric of fate itself. Unaware of her true heritage and latent powers, Baelakis finds herself drawn to the enigmatic Alpha, their destinies intertwined in ways neither could have foreseen. As love blooms amidst the shadows of past grief, secrets unravel and alliances are tested. With Nightshade's dark influence looming ever closer, Cyrus and his loyal pack must confront their deepest fears and darkest desires to protect their own. Amidst the moonlit nights and whispered secrets, "Why the Moon Roars" is a gripping tale of love, loss, and redemption, where the howls of the werewolves echo the struggles of the human heart. Will Cyrus and Baelakis defy the odds and carve out their own destiny, or will the shadows of the past consume them both?

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.

"Why aren't you ready for me?" His voice cut through the darkness, sharp as a blade. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "How often do I have to tell you about the rules?" "I'm sorry," I whispered, my throat tight. "I was sick again today, and work was—" "Excuses." He ripped away my underwear, the fabric tearing. "You smell like a kitchen maid. Disgusting." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back tears. Three years. Three years of being his unwanted wife, forced on him by his grandfather's deal. The old man's words still echoed: "You saved my life, child. Let me give you a good life in return." ***** Five years ago, Elena thought she’d left her nightmare behind. Forced into a loveless marriage with the ruthless Nikolai Ashford, she endured his cold accusations and cruel indifference. But when their toxic relationship threatened the life of her unborn child, she vanished, reinventing herself as Mia Thompson—a confident heiress with a powerful empire of her own. Now, Mia’s carefully rebuilt world is crumbling. One of her twins is gravely ill, and the only hope for survival lies in Nikolai, the man who shattered her heart. Returning to his world isn’t just a desperate gamble to save her child—it’s a chance to exact the revenge she’s dreamed of for years.

"Imagine, a witch who could level a city with a thought. Who could manipulate the very fabric of reality. Who could bring empires to their knees with a whispered incantation." In a world where witches and vampires are instinctive enemies, an unlikely romance blossoms between Lilith "Lily" Winters and Caspian Ravencroft. Their forbidden attraction sparks one fateful night when Lily encounters the mysterious Caspian while out clubbing with her witch friends Fern and Elena. Though natural adversaries, they find themselves inexplicably drawn to one another, unable to heed their innate urges to destroy the other. Elena senses the danger, trying in vain to dissuade Lily from pursuing the undead stranger. As Lily and Caspian's clandestine relationship intensifies, their passion burning hotter than the fires of a thousand suns, they must conceal their affair from their rival covens. For the cruel Gideon Thorne, a witch hunter turned vampire, has been relentlessly hunting Lily and her powerful bloodline for decades, obsessed with stealing her extraordinary abilities for himself.

I struggle with all my might, but Dad restrains me, and Mom breaks my limbs. Then, my sister seals me into the concrete. "Concrete is only brought to life with an actual person sealed inside. It looks so much more defined! It's not like you'll die after being sealed in there for a few days. How can you be so insensible?" The pain of having my limbs broken and my oxygen being cut off leads to me dying within that block of concrete. My body rots and festers inside, but my soul sticks around to watch how my parents dote on their adoptive child. They seem to be happy without me. Finally, I lose all hope in them. But when the liquid from my body seeps out of the concrete, they all lose their minds.

Blurb Yes! Eat me up, I screamed as he finally put that big pink johnson inside me, he stroked me gently at first but started pounding after I dug my fingers into his arms. Mia might find out that I made out with her dad, I didn't really care, I would do anything to continue getting those juicy liquid on my face. Andrea Louis found herself sexually attracted to her best friend's father, Martins and tried as much as she could to hide it, soon what she felt was lust turned to love and she found herself craving for just his presence. Events took a terrible turn as a pregnant lady shows up, claiming Martins is the father of her unborn kids, leaving Andrea shattered and heartbroken.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.