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His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

How quickly everything ended by just a single day, I was just like any other girl in the world- laughing and hanging out with friends, taking endless selfies, having crushes on bad boys and nerds included. I never thought or cared about how I look. It was just mine. Normal and Easy. But everything changed in one single moment- a moment filled with fire, screaming metal, and a blur of terror that rewrote my life. I survived. Everybody says I'm lucky but this, this doesn't feel like survival it feels like a punishment, a curse. A curse that am willing to carry all my life. The accident left me with permanent facial disfigurement, and ever since, I've been stuck behind a mask I never asked to wear. My face is the first thing anyone sees, and sometimes, it feels like the only thing they see. I avoid mirrors now. I no longer go out; I can't risk being stared at. Friends faded. Invitations stopped. Of course they would stop, who would want to invite the hideous me. I would scare everyone, worse, ruin their appetite. They would move away from their tables. What did I expect? Life moved on for everyone but me. My mom is the only person in my life right now, shes' become my anchor. Even with her love, it's still hard to silence the voices in my head, the ones saying I'm hideous, broken, unworthy. I miss my old smile. I still haven't done anything in life. And this isn't about my appearance it's about my self- esteem, my confidence, my ability to feel like I belong anywhere. This is a constant battle with the mirror, with the world, and with yourself. And most days, I'm trying to find the strength to look up to.

He kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him. King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, the metal of his rings cool against her flushed skin, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly. **** Naomi Abbott had it all once: talent, success, momentum. Now she runs a nonprofit art program for autistic adults and counts her days sober instead of her sales. She’s smart, beautiful, and barely holding herself together. One year into recovery, Naomi knows the rules: no chaos, no temptation, and absolutely no romance. Especially not with him. Matt “King” Kingston is danger wrapped in muscle, a scowling ex-Marine with a garage, a shadowy side hustle, and a laser-focused obsession with Naomi. He wants her. All of her. And he’s never been good at walking away. But the closer he gets, the harder she resists... because letting King in means risking everything she’s fought to rebuild. As trust grows and walls crack, King becomes Naomi’s anchor. Until she spirals. When the past comes roaring back, Naomi must decide if she’s strong enough to survive it... and if King’s love can endure the wreckage.

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.

They couldn't be my mates. Not them. Not my stepbrothers. "Welcome to your official hell, Anna." Lorenzo's smile was cruel as he stepped closer. I stepped back — and hit a wall of solid chest. I spun around. Alexander's dark eyes met mine. His hand shot up, gripping my jaw with bruising force."Time to pay, Princess." *** Anastasia's life has been nothing but survival. An abusive father. A pack that treated her like nothing more than a servant. And just when she thought it couldn't get worse... fate delivered its cruelest blow. The Moretti brothers—her stepbrothers—returned for revenge. With vengeance in their veins and hatred in their hearts. Her father escaped but she remained trapped. Now... They had her. And they swore to make her pay for what her father had done to their family, they wanted repayment. From her. Not knowing she, too, was a victim of the same despicable man. Their only goal was to make her life a living hell. They hated her. Craved revenge. They tortured her, broke her, made her suffer every second of the day... But then came her first shift—the night that turned her life upside down all over again. Because she learned the truth. They were her mates. Alexander and Lorenzo—the very men who had sworn to destroy her—were bound to her by fate. Now trapped in a deadly game of hatred and destiny... What will happen to Anastasia? Will she survive them? Or will they succeed in destroying her—just like her father destroyed their mother?

During the school holidays, I took my daughter to a park. I had barely entered the park entrance with my daughter when a supercar crossed the solid line and rear-ended us. The man who jumped out came storming toward me, furious. "Do you even know how to drive? Do you know how much this car costs? You can't afford it even if you went bankrupt!" I was about to argue back since he was clearly the one breaking traffic rules. But I froze. That car looked painfully familiar. Wasn't that the supercar my mother gave me the first year I took over the Milton Group? Even the license plate was identical. My wife, Hazel Bishop, had told me the engine was broken and that she'd sent it to the dealership for repairs. I met the man's arrogant stare. "Is this car really yours?" He paused, then grinned smugly. "My wife bought it for me. It's limited-edition. Someone like you wouldn't understand. Go call your family and sell your house. You owe me 200 thousand dollars." Sneering, he added, "Don't try anything clever. My wife's the GM of Milton Group. She has serious connections. She'll be here any minute." I let out a cold laugh. So Hazel canceled on our daughter today, not because of a business meeting, but because she was out spending the holiday with her lover and his kid instead.

He's vulgar. He's cruel. He's childish. A proud, entitled, sexist fuck-boy who has no iota of regard for girls and only sees them as nothing less than a mere conquest object for his sick, twisted sexual fantasies. He's all shades of red. I know that. Very well. More than anyone else. And yet... He's all I can think about. He's taken up every single space in my head for free, and I'm beyond obsessed at this point. Every day I think about him. I can't help it. I crave his attention like I need it to survive, I burn his touch, I ache for his... mmm! I shouldn't want him. I know I shouldn't. Especially since he's the son of the very man who broke my family apart. But as I said, I can't help it. He's just like poison... like sin... so deadly... and yet feels so right... so... sweet! His name is Devin Sinclair. And if I'm to be honest... I'm not so sure how much longer I can resist him for. ... NB: This book explores themes of enemies-to-lovers, forbidden student-professor age gap and bisexual romance. It is rated 18+ as there will be explicit, graphic content between chapters. Please, read at your own discretion. Due to the nature of this book, there will be frequent POV changes of these characters between chapters. Happy reading : )

SPG ALERT ❗ WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised. Contains graphic sex scenes, mature contents, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only. Si Scarlet ay isang office assistant sa isang kompaniya. Siya ay isang dakilang utusan sa kanilang departmento. Utos doon, utos dito. Kahit busy siya sa kaniyang sariling trabaho ay hindi ito makatanggi sa kaniyang kasamahan. Kahit hindi siya pinapasalamatan ng mga ito, ay ginagawa pa rin niya ang utos nila, dahil kahit papaano ay nakakatulong siya sa kanila. Nang mag-aya ang kaibigan ni Scarlet na magdiwang ng kaarawan nito sa isang eksklusibo at respetadong male strip club ay wala naman itong nagawa kung hindi ay pumayag. Doon niya nakilala ang isang lalaking stripper na nakamaskara, sinayawan siya nito ng mapangakit at mapanghalina. Hindi niya malaman ang kaniyang nararamdaman pero gusto niya itong makilala at malaman ang pangalan man lang. Hindi niya mawari kung anong sumapi sa kaniya dahil nakita niya na lang ang kaniyang sarili na nakaabang sa backstage at lihim na sinusubaybayan ang lalaki. Nagbibihis ito at nang hinubad ang kaniyang maskara ay nagulat siya sa kaniyang nakita. Hindi siya makapaniwala sa kaniyang nalaman--- “Bakit siya? Bakit ang Boss niya pa?”

***WOLFBANE SERIES BOOK 4*** TERRI Being raised by an alpha meant my life was never truly my own. Now, after being forced into a mate bond I never wanted, even that last illusion of freedom is gone. My only goal? Keep my head down, survive, and escape. Too bad that just got a whole lot harder. Because now, a brooding, untouchable alpha from another pack is living under my roof. He’s cold, closed off, and haunted by a past darker than my own. He’s the last person I should want. But my wolf has other plans, and every time he gets close, I forget why I should stay away. The only problem? He’s made it clear he’s not mine to claim. NIKOLAI I should have died with my pack. Instead, I’m left leading the few survivors, doing whatever it takes to keep them safe in a world that wants us dead. The last thing I need is a distraction—especially not the pack princess. She’s way too cheerful, carefree, and already claimed by another. I should ignore the way my wolf reacts to her, the way every instinct in me demands I get closer. But I can’t. And if I let myself have her, I might just lose what little I have left. *Content Warning: This is a romance with dark themes including explicit adult content, graphic violence, offensive language, and other content some may find offensive. Read at your own risk.*

A prophecy. A pregnancy. A war five hundred years in the making. Annie has been celibate, but somehow, she got pregnant. She has no idea how she got pregnant. Before she can process the miracle growing inside her, a stranger appears in the rain with an umbrella and a confession: "I'm the father of your child." His name is Killian Zerok. He is the most feared and ruthless Alpha of his time. He doesn't ask permission—he takes what's his. And according to him, Annie and the miracle child she's carrying belong to him. He's the last person Annie should be involved with, but for some reason, she can't seem to escape him. Annie's baby is going to end the world. That's what the witches said. What the werewolves believed. What the five-hundred-year-old immortal who'd been pulling the strings of her entire bloodline had planned. But prophecies don't account for one thing: a mother's love. Torn between the Alpha who swears he'll protect her and the monster who claims he created her, Annie must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, love, and a romance so fierce it defies destiny itself. But the closer Annie gets to them, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because some people want her baby dead. Some want to exploit her baby's powers. As the chaos unravelled, Annie's hidden powers suddenly awakened, and she's done playing by their rules. Let the world burn. She's saving her baby. NOTE; This is a dark romance novel with explicit, graphic, and steamy contents.