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Warning: Dark and Twisted. Extreme taboo, age-gap dynamics, Possessive alphas, Brutal Knotting, Raw Sex. Wanna be ruin…. Welcome Home! I’ve always wanted him. My Alpha. My guardian. My late father’s friend. Alpha Ronan. To him, I am just an obligation, a child to be shielded. His cold, stormy eyes gaze past me as if I am invisible. To shatter his control, I take a job at his MC bar. I want to be right in his face while I dissemble his legendary control. But I catch the attention of his Vice President instead. Alpha Evander. With amber eyes that see through my soul and venomous words that leave me wanting, he is a burning fire compared to Ronan’s frostiness. I beg him to burn me. The moment he catches me, fingers deep in my cunt in Ronan’s office, Evander turns me inside out. He claims me with a brutal knot, finally giving me the fire I craved. The night isn't over. My Alpha walks in. Seeing me ruined on his desk, Ronan stops pretending. He mounts me like a starved beast, filling me with his seed while I am still leaking with Evander’s. I thought I had what I wanted, but fate has twisted plans. One night turns into a permanent obsession. We discover the truth in my blood: A rare Lunara bond. Any Alpha who mounts me becomes bound to my soul, an unbreakable link leading to devotion or madness. The biggest shock? Being kidnapped by a notorious rogue, Alpha Silas. I was supposed to be his breeding toy. Instead, I am his fated mate. Three Alphas. One Omega. None of them will let go. One is lying, one is obsessed, and one is a monster. Will I survive them… or break us all?

He loves me, yet he hurt me and resented me because of the sins I have never done. I believe, he loves me. Yet he gave up on me for someone else. I beg you , I'm begging you General Mark, FORGIVE ME!

Chuck's beloved ex, Ella, got divorced and showed up with her two-year-old daughter. Without asking me, he let Ella and her kid move into our home. Then Ella posted a photo of Chuck holding the child, captioned: [My husband cheated, so I filed for divorce, gave my baby a new dad, and found myself a new husband.] The comments were full of praise: [Real-life boss woman drama!] I had to laugh—so being a homewrecker is what counts as a strong woman now? Chuck didn't see a problem. He even told the child to call me "Momma." "Ella's husband cheated on her. She's raising a kid alone. As a woman, can't you have a little empathy? I'm just helping her out." Well, I had no empathy to give—not for the mistress, and definitely not for the scumbag.

BLURB This collection drags you into dark, addictive fantasies where innocent young women discover the thrill of straddling power, control, and raw obsession. Every story drips with massive age gaps, possessive older men who demand total submission, and desperate girls who learn they were born to ride their Daddy until they break. Expect intense breeding obsession, creamy creampies that overflow, risky public rides, dominant dirty talk, and “good girls” who can’t stop bouncing on the one man they should fear. No slow vanilla bullshit just soaked thighs and young fertile bodies claimed hard in every forbidden position. These are full filthy multi chapter rides: shy college girls learning to ride reverse cowgirl in luxury cars, curious step nieces sneaking onto Daddy’s lap during family trips, spoiled brats broken on ranch saddles, and innocent runaways turned into eager little riders in penthouse suites. They all end up addicted, begging “Ride me more, Daddy……fill me deeper” while their bellies swell with the consequences. Open only if you want to get wet

“ Keep your eyes open for me, princess. I want you to see how this pussy of yours is dripping with just my eyes on you. I want you to watch as I suck on this juicy pussy and I want you to look and never forget the way I am going to fuck you so hard and rough that you’ll no longer feel anything but me inside you. “ This book contains high sexual content and is not for the readers below the age of 18. I had always thought that I had a problem. Not that I could not feel aroused but because I was always horny, my pussy always dripping for the very man I should never think of moaning to, my father’s Cousin, Tristan Desmond. I had many plans for the day, going out and getting drunk in a club since my parents were out of town but none included getting caught touching myself moaning Tristan’s name by the man I should call my uncle. I have always had this crush on him that made me wet and I ended up touching myself to his name. No one had ever gotten me this aroused, this wild the way he did without even knowing. Soon …., I had realized that this was more than just lust. It was Love. I was determined to be with him and I could be as selfish in love as I could get but what I did not know that ……. Tristan Desmond was not just a normal person who was my uncle. He had a dark past, many secrets buried alive. He was a monster who ripped souls out of peoples bodies. He was not a good man but …. I craved him more, and was determined to own his body and … his soul.

Mirabel Cole was violated by her stepfather and her boss. Later when she thought she had found love, he was not patient enough to wait for her to be ready but raped her as well. Thinking that that is the way of the world, she sets out to get her revenge on all men. She used her beauty and skill to deal with men leaving alot of heartbreaks and corpses in her wake. Who would blame her indeed, she was made into what she is by the society.

Six years ago, he looked at her once and decided she belonged to him.Kammie wanted only three things in life:write a bestseller, buy a villa, and die filthy rich. Being hunted by a masked stranger was never part of the plan.But the night his eyes found hers through the tinted window of a black car, something inside her changed forever. He never told her his name.Never showed his face. Only appeared in the dark like a beautiful curse she couldn’t escape. And somehow.. His touch awakened the worst parts of her, the reckless side of her,the addicted parts. Six years later, she returns to the same country she once fled from.One week after her cheating ex-boyfriend is delivered to her doorstep dead. No explanation.Just blood, silence and fear crawling beneath her skin. What Kammie doesn’t realize is that her stranger never stopped watching. Not when she cried. Not when she loved another man. Not even when she ran. And now? Now she’s exactly where he wants her. Alone. Vulnerable. Untouchable to everyone except him. Her ex is gone. The distance is gone. And the obsession he buried for six years has returned hungrier than ever. She tries to run, but her stranger doesn’t just enjoy the chase He lives for it. Kammie knows she should be terrified. But the most dangerous thing about him isn’t the stalking, the masks, or the bodies left behind in his wake. It’s the fact that every time he touches her… She wants more. Because Kammie was never the kind of girl who trembled in fear.She was the kind who became addicted to it. And falling for her stranger? That was the most terrifying thing of all.

I'd made plans to spend New Year's Eve with my fiancee, Sophie Bennett. I'd even rushed home with a custom cake I picked up just for us. However, my smile slipped the second I walked in. A photo of Sophie and me that was hanging on the wall was being used as a dartboard. Her guy best friend, Sean Hewitt, had one arm wrapped around her waist while casually throwing darts at it. "Oh, hey, you're back?" he said with a grin. "Perfect timing. We're playing Truth or Dare." The words had barely left his mouth when another dart hit the photo—right in my face. My chest tightened as I parted my lips to call him out. Yet, Sean only laughed. "Wow, hit you again? Guess even fate thinks you two aren't meant to be." Then, he added, all fake innocence, "Don't get the wrong idea, alright? It's just a game. Sophie and I are basically bros. You're not seriously bothered by this, are you?" I stood there, completely still. As I stared at that photo completely riddled with holes, I couldn't help but think it looked a lot like my heart at that moment. Sophie gave him a half-hearted scolding. "Alright, cut it out." But Sean just put on a wounded look and kept his arm around her waist. Sophie only smiled helplessly before turning to me with clear impatience. "Sean's just messing around. Don't stand there with that look on your face and kill the mood. It's just a photo. We can print another one tomorrow. Stop being so petty."

I needed fifty thousand dollars. My mother needed surgery. So I walked into an underground auction and sold myself to four men. Four nights. Four different men. One desperate choice. I thought it was simple, but I was wrong. Kael is killing me slowly and he knows it. Rowan holds secrets about my past I can't remember. Dante pretends to save me while his pack wants to use me. And Silas, the one who orchestrated everything, looks at me like I'm his, and something paranormal inside me agrees. Four men. Four secrets and one truth I'm not ready for. I'm not just rare. I'm dangerous. And they're all fighting to claim me before I discover what I'm really capable of. The question isn't which one I'll choose. It's which one will survive.

In the Beast World, elven bloodlines can produce stronger half-breed offspring. After the Great War of the Ancient Races, elves began to classify themselves by the integrity of their wings. Substandard elves could purchase and tame werewolves to serve as their lifelong guards and companions. Before my parents passed away, they ordered a werewolf named Nolan to protect me—and, incidentally, to produce offspring. But that werewolf, who was exceptional in every way, despised me intensely. He would often berate me: “A deformed, worthless elf like you should just disappear. You’re not fit to be my mate!” After he smashed every item in the house yet again, I fled the house in a panic. By chance, I stumbled into an abandoned shelter, where a massive gray wolf’s paw reached out from the shadows and gripped my shoulder. The werewolf’s deep, golden eyes gestured for me to look at the sign standing nearby: ‘Defective Models: Trade -In Welcome.’ Tears welled in his eyes as a low, choked sob escaped his throat: “Master… take me home.” He was right. It was time to replace the one at home with a new one. But when I told Nolan to move out of my house, he braced his paws against the doorframe, his eyes red-rimmed: “You’re abandoning me just for that wild wolf?”