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Note: The following contains captivity, BDSM, twins...... Ace Rivera only wanted to hand in a late assignment. Instead, he walked into his empty classroom and found his professor being silenced by a stranger in cold blood. Panicked, he ran. He didn’t see the killer’s face—but the killer saw him. Desperate to escape, Ace cuts through the back streets…only to witness a second murder in progress, in the abandoned building he took refuge in. This time, he recognizes the perpetrators instantly. Nikolai and Ivan Volkov. The twins. He doesn't recognize them at first but they are his former high school seniors. The boys who were brilliant, beautiful, terrifying—and untouchable. Now they’re mafia bosses. Now they’re standing over another man’s body. And now they’re staring at him. The twins should kill the witness. Instead, they claim him. Because Ace isn’t just a loose end. He’s the boy they wanted years ago. The one they never approached…because they both wanted him, equally, painfully, obsessively. Fate has delivered him back into their world. And Nikolai and Ivan have no intention of letting him slip away again. They strike a deal “become our new toy… and you live, you will have all your desires and protection from whomever wants to hurt you..” Caught between fear and a past he never knew existed, Ace must learn to survive the twins’ world… …and the twins’ attention. Together, they are intoxicating. Terrifying. Possessive. And they are willing to share everything. Including him.

On the eve of his 26th birthday, Luca Virelli, heir to a multi billion dollar empire is set to announce his engagement to a woman he barely knows. It’s a merger of dynasties, a flawless public image, and a life scripted to perfection. There's only one problem: Luca is gay, and no one knows, least of all his ruthless, image obsessed father. Drowning in guilt, silence, and a future he never chose, Luca does the unthinkable: he gets drunk, kisses a stranger in a crowded club, and spends one unforgettable night in a hotel room with him. No names. No faces. No future. Just escape. But fate has other plans. The next day, as Luca meets his fiancée at their engagement party, that same stranger appears, standing calmly at her side. He’s her brother. Asher Hartwell. And he’s supposed to be straight. As worlds collide, desire smolders in the shadows. But love this dangerous can’t stay secret for long. When lies unravel and the cost of freedom means losing everything, family, power, legacy, Luca and Asher must decide: is the wrong kind of love worth everything it will destroy?

Revon Hawthorne has a secret. His adoptive billionaire family is forcing him to live as a Beta, but in reality, he’s an Omega. But that’s okay, because Revon had always wanted the average Beta life. So, he’s pretty certain he’ll be able to pretend without a problem. After all, he doesn’t care for Alphas. So, why would he ever have a dalliance with one? But then, after getting brutally and publicly rejected by the Omega girl he’s been crushing on for years, he runs into Adam Kennedy, son of the richest family in Caveat city, the Golden boy of Sawhill Prep School, and most important of all, an Alpha. In a deserted bathroom... Right as Adam is rushing into a full-blown rut, triggering his own latent heat... This chance encounter will blossom into a love story neither of them had dared to anticipate, driven by lust, and forbidden by family to the point of punishment. They think they will be able to keep their blossoming love a secret, but their school is smaller than they think, and the very girl who rejected Revon wants Adam to herself. And she will go to any length to make sure that no one stands in her way. Especially if that person is carrying Adam’s child.

My childhood friend said that he was connected with the doll. Now that he had lost it, he called me up to cry. One hand held my phone as I consoled him, while the other toyed with the doll. His voice began to take on a more interesting tone with my purposeful touches… I squeezed and pinched the toy and comforted him, “Shh, I agree with you. Whoever took your toy is a terrible person…”

“Fuck it!” He thought, arching closer to the guy, throwing his arms around his neck, “I'm getting engaged tomorrow and will be closeted for the rest of my life, living under pretense. Why don't I just experience sex with a hot dude for one night? Just one night… just one night…” *** Lincoln Smith had no regret that night he made the impulsive decision to have sex with the hot, mesmerizing man across the bar. He was sure it was the best night of his life… one he would never get to experience again. But then on the day of his engagement party, he was to receive a shocking blow. The man he had shared an intimate, passionate night with, the man he was sure he had a connection with, was his fiance’s big brother! Right there and then, he knew he was universally and colossally fucked! WARNING: This Book Contains Some Explicit Scenes Between Characters That May Not Be Suitable To Some Readers. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.

For ten years, Xender Stormriven loved Tristan Blackmoor. For three years, he served as the Blackmoor Pack’s secret weapon—a master strategist known in the underworld only as "The Ghost." He played the role of the devoted, submissive mate, enduring Tristan’s coldness and the stinging scent of another wolf on his husband’s skin. He thought loyalty would eventually win Tristan’s heart. He was wrong. Caught in the act with his ex-lover, Tristan throws a divorce decree at Xender’s feet, choosing a "delicate" omega over the soldier who bled to keep his borders safe. He strips Xender of his title and kicks him out of the Blackmoor Pack House into the rain, calling him a "useless drain on the pack." But Tristan made one fatal mistake: He forgot that Xender wasn't just a discarded mate. He is the most feared architect in the Nightfall Territory. Now, the Blackmoor Syndicate is facing a multi-billion credit collapse, and there is only one man who can save them. When Tristan crawls to the legendary Moonshade Atelier to beg for help, he doesn't find a faceless contractor. He finds Xender—flanked by the world’s most powerful Alpha, Lucien Varkane, and looking ready to watch the Blackmoor empire burn. Xender is done playing the victim. In this mafia werewolf world, if you aren't the predator, you're the prey—and the Ghost has finally come to collect his debt.

“You can play Priest for as long as you like,” he spat, ignoring my protests, “but you will never find salvation.” His words struck like a curse, but that wasn’t the reason my chest heaved, goosebumps littered my skin, and definitely not the reason I felt hot despite the chilling dip from the lake. Ezreal’s eyes widened momentarily, noticing. I winced as his hand shifted, pressing against the stiff betrayal straining against my soaked robes. He stilled for only a second, then a wicked grin overtook his features. “Well, well,” Ezreal drawled, his voice taunting “Look who’s getting excited,” “Stop,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the humiliation dug deep. “Please….” He leaned forward, his breath hot as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “I will taint you so bad,” he whispered, his hand tightening against my crotch. “So bad you won’t have the courage to stand on the altar you abandoned me for.” ****** At sixteen, Ezreal Vossell took the fall for a murder to protect the only boy he ever loved—Baron Lander, the timid son of the town’s high priest. A known delinquent, the bastard child of the mayor, but the only one who saw him for his true self was Baron. Ezreal made the ultimate sacrifice, and all he wanted in return was Baron’s support. But alas, on the day of the trial, Baron betrayed him, casting him aside to please his father. Ezreal was sentenced to life in prison, his heart shattered beyond repair. Fifteen years later, he was released, but gone was the naive sixteen-year-old. He’s returned as the ruthless leader of a mafia syndicate, and with all the power and wealth at his fingertips, he yearned for one thing alone. Revenge.

He doesn’t knock. He breaks the door down—and your back with it. In Nailed: Men In Heat, the men are ruthless, brutal, and always hard. They bend you over desks, shove you face-first into pillows, and split you open like they paid for the right. No sweet talk. No cuddling. Just cum, bruises, and the sound of skin slapping skin. You’ll gag. You’ll drool. You’ll beg. And he’ll just keep going. Spit-soaked. Ass-up. Throat-fucked. He’ll ruin your hole, coat your insides, and leave you leaking for days. If you’re not shaking by the end of the chapter? You’ll be begging for the next man to finish the job. These are raw, relentless, hole-filling fucks—and they always finish deep. One thrust and you’re addicted.

CAUTION: This has MATURE CONTENT. Read only if comfortable with genres like this. 18+. Evan Hart's heart aches as he watches the man he secretly loves suffer from the disappearance of his fiancée who is also his older brother. It's even more painful because Evan knows the truth—His elder brother wasn't kidnapped; he ran off with someone else, abandoning everything. Unable to bear the sight of Nathan Collins, the man he loves, falling apart, Evan makes a desperate and unthinkable decision: to become a substitute for his brother. What starts as an attempt to be close to Nathan quickly spirals into a tangled web of passion, possessiveness, and deception.

“Bride by day. Prey by night.” To secure peace between humans and werewolves, Raven Dierna is forced into an impossible role: posing as a bride for Eilís Caravia, the feral wolf prince of Caravia. If his true gender is discovered, Raven won’t just be exposed, he’ll be executed. But surviving the marriage proves far more dangerous than the lie itself. Eilís is no ordinary prince. Haunted by a violent dark half and bound by duty to a fragile kingdom, he is as lethal as he is irresistible. As court intrigues deepen and war looms, Raven finds himself trapped between political schemes, deadly secrets, and a forbidden attraction that could destroy them both. Because in Caravia, loving the wolf prince may be deadlier than deceiving the court, and some secrets were never meant to survive the night.