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“Please, don't kill me…. Please.." she pleaded, trying to grasp fragments of her breath as she stared at the lifeless body and pool of blood before her in fright. "Jason, she might be a good toy for the night, what do you think?" One of the men asked his colleague, stretching strands of his beards. "You must be insane. Have you forgotten the mission statement?" Jason asked and he scratched his head. "Pretty girl, I'm sorry" he said, squatting to the level of the girl who trembled on the floor. "Anyone who sees the hit, goes down with the target" one of them said coldly from behind and the next moment, a bullet hole was formed between her brows as her body convulsed.

Used as nothing more than a toy by her mate, life turns sideways for Alisha Morrin, who wakes up one morning to find herself in bed with the Alpha of the enemy pack, Derek Wayland. What happens when she tries all she can to escape his sights, but to no avail? And how long can she hold off, especially when she is carrying his child? The Red Wolf pack and the Silver Moon pack have been at odds for generations now, though they are powerful packs in their own right. When Derek Wayland, unmated Alpha of the Red Wolf pack, wakes up one morning with a mate bond burning in his heart, what happens when he finds out who his mate truly is?

Marissa is a beautiful woman from a privileged family, but has no mate. Everything changes at the annual festival when her gaze collides with Justin, the devastatingly handsome and ruthless son of the Lycan King. The pull of the mate bond hits her like fire, but Justin doesn’t acknowledge her as his mate. Instead, he offers something far crueler: he wants her to be his toy, his distraction, while he prepares to wed someone else. Forced to work for him under the shadow of their bond, Marissa wrestles with her pride and desire. She won’t beg for love, but how can she resist the man who sets her soul ablaze—even if he’s the one who might destroy her?

Michelle est une jeune fille comme toutes les autres; elle est belle et intelligente; elle ne recule devant rien pour préserver sa dignité. Tout bascule lorsqu'elle fait la rencontre d'un séduisant jeune homme, Mike qui la berce d'illusions; elle y croit, et elle se retrouve enceinte. Mike la rejette, il est marié; elle perd le bébé et devient stérile; s'ensuit donc une descente aux enfers... C'est le récit poignant d'une fille prisonnière et victime de ses choix, de ses rêves et ses aspirations consentis par amour, qu'elle va tenter par tous les moyens de combattre et de surmonter.

Pour gagner l'argent et subvenir aux besoins de la petite vie qui grandissait en moi, j'ai accepté un emploi à temps partiel comme mannequin de maternité. Mais à mon arrivée, j'ai découvert avec horreur que j'étais piégée dans une cage de verre, exposée comme une simple marchandise. Dans la foule en contrebas, mon ex-compagnon, Damon, me dévisageait avec un regard rempli de mépris. « De qui est ce bâtard ? » « Comment peux-tu dire une chose pareille ? C'est ton enfant, Damon ! » Les yeux de Damon sont devenus rouges — signe annonciateur d'une frénésie de loup-garou. Il a brandi un test de paternité sous mon nez. Le document indiquait que le bébé que je portais n'était pas le sien. « Non, c'est impossible », ai-je bafouillé. « Il doit y avoir une erreur ! » Avant que Damon ne puisse répliquer, un homme à ses côtés est intervenu : « Alpha Damon, la vente aux enchères va bientôt commencer. Si vous avez quelque chose à dire, vous pourrez le faire après la vente. » Une vente aux enchères ? Kelly m'avait pourtant assuré qu'il s'agissait simplement d'une séance photo.

Jess stared at the thing in-front of her wondering if her eyes were playing some sick joke on her. It couldn’t be, how had this happen? When had it happen? Enlightenment dawned on her as the color drained from her face, was life not cruel enough for her, now this, this sick joke that she was thrown into. Did it even make sense for her to notify the father? “Damnit”she cursed as a twisted laugh left her lips wasn’t it already enough that she would die soon. But now because the bitch called life wanted to toy with her some more she made her pregnant. And for whom?? Her laugh quickly turned into a sob. She was now pregnant for a slave no less.

“You’ve been imagining me doing this to you, huh, toy? Making you scream and cum?” he taunted, his fingers fucking me harder, his grip unrelenting. They shouldn’t want it. They shouldn’t do it. But they always do. This collection dives deep into the dirtiest corners of desire, obsession, control, and the thrill of being caught. Every story pushes boundaries, blurring lines between danger and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, power and surrender. The women in this book want to be fucked in every hole to cum relentlessly and fucked till they have cum dripping down their legs. Make Me Wet is dark, explicit, and unapologetically filthy, a forbidden fantasy you’ll wish was real. So sit back, relax and of course get wet!

Ivan hanyalah penulis thriller biasa yang sedang mengalami kebuntuan ide (writer's block) parah. Namun, laptopnya tidak pernah berhenti bekerja. Setiap kali Ivan terbangun dari tidur yang tidak nyenyak, ia menemukan bab-bab baru di dokumennya. Bab-bab yang tidak pernah ia ingat telah ditulisnya. Bab-bab yang menceritakan kejahatan Agnia—tokoh fiksi wanita ciptaannya—dengan detail yang terlalu mengerikan untuk sekadar imajinasi. Awalnya, Ivan mengira ia gila. Atau mungkin ada penguntit yang membobol apartemennya. Namun, ketika mayat-mayat di dunia nyata mulai bermunculan persis sesuai urutan bab di laptopnya, Ivan sadar. Agnia bukan lagi sekadar tinta. Dia ingin keluar. Dan dia tidak suka akhir cerita yang Ivan rencanakan.

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]