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Ryan Johnson, a ruthless billionaire from New York, thrives on control-of his empire, his surroundings, and everyone in it. But a business trip to India disrupts his carefully curated world when he meets Rose Kapoor, a fierce, green-eyed beauty who shatters his expectations. Unlike any woman he's ever known, Rose doesn't cower before his power or wealth, and she certainly doesn't bend to his will. She's the embodiment of everything his Indian mother wasn't-loyal, unapologetically defiant, and impossible to tame. Their first encounter ends with Rose humiliating him in public. The second, with her handprint seared across his face. Enraged and intrigued, Ryan becomes obsessed with breaking the woman who dares to defy him. Desperate to make her submit, he concocts a ruthless plan, blackmailing Rose into his world. But Rose isn't like the others. She's kind, fiercely protective of her loved ones, and painfully unaware of the kind of submission Ryan craves. Trapped between duty and desire, she's about to learn just how dangerous it is to play with a man who stops at nothing to claim what he believes is his-even if it means destroying the one woman who makes him feel alive. TROPES: Office Romance Blackmail Dom/sub Possessive/controlling ML Fierce/Innocent FL Vǐrgin FL

Ella Johnson had spent so long wishing that the moon goddess mated her to her best friend, Keith Kingston, who was the son of their alpha. But her best friend rejects her on the spot when this happens and sells her to the Kennedy brothers. Feeling like her life can't be surprising more, she soon finds out that all three of the brothers are her mate and each of them are ready to turn the earth upside down for her even though they bully her.

"I thought you were my savior. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day the debt collectors came for my family, I couldn’t even scream. My voice has always been a prisoner of my anxiety, leaving me defenseless in a world of wolves. Then came Ignatius. My brother’s best friend. A man with the face of a saint and the wealth of a king. He didn't just save me; he bought my world. He paid the debts, moved me into his palatial estate, and whispered that I was finally safe. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a "hero." I gave him my trust. I almost gave him my heart. But a saint doesn't keep cameras in your bedroom. The crushing realization hit harder than any blow from a collector: Ignatius didn't buy my debt—he created it. He paid the men who terrified my mother. He orchestrated the ruin of my brother. Every tear I shed was a calculated investment in my total dependence on him. He didn’t want a lover; he wanted a broken pet. Now, the "Saint" has dropped his mask. Ignatius thinks because I am mute, I am powerless. He thinks because I am fragile, I am his. He’s wrong. If Ignatius wants to play the Predator, I’ll find a bigger one. His father, Cane—the cold, ruthless patriarch of the empire—is the only man Ignatius fears. I’m moving from the guest room to the master suite. I’m going to tear this family apart from the inside out, one forbidden dinner at a time. Ignatius ruined my life to own me. Now, I’m going to make sure the debt he owes me costs him everything.

Take a journey with me into my collection of short horror stories. Over the years, my dreams have always scared me so much that I had a hard time sleeping at night. So, one day I decided to create new stories from my deepest fears. From Vampires, monsters, witches and ghosts to stories that seem normal but are just a little off, I hope my stories chill you to the bone as much as they do me.

Me? Who am I? I am the Alpha of the Blood night Pack. I am feared by those who don't know me and respected by those who do. I never had a problem in eliminating the threat. I've been waiting for my mate since I turned 18, and I am 35 now. But when I see her for the first time, my wolf cries for her attention but she's under a spell. My mate doesn't recognise me.I need her, I will have her. She will be mine and no-one will stop me, not even a spell.

So this is it'. I thought to myself. A thick scent of blood consumed my senses. A dull thud im my chest that was nearing its final beat. I look around at the mess I got myself into this time. Knowing it to be my last. Why wasn't I more appreciative of the life I was given. Its not like my life was hard or demeaning. I just didn't like the fact my destiny was pre determined before I was even born. And there it was a pair of sapphire eyes staring at me with hatred, deep burning hatred that you could feel in the depths of your gut, but something new was hidden behind the hatred was that remorse. Well for you to understand, I better start from the beginning. My name is Venus Lee DeLorentez, Venus for short. My mum named me after the goddess of love, sex, beauty and fertility. I know not the name i would have chosen for myself but she was a very spiritual lady, not only believing in our moon goddess who is the creator of all of our species and we cherish her as a God, who is in control of who we are destined to be mated to, our shifting into our wolve counterparts she is a patron a becon if you will to all the female werewolves especially our Lunas. My mum was into all mythological Gods and goddesses. Always telling me they all have a role in this world.

*Ingrid* Running from my pack was supposed to be the best thing for me, I couldn’t stay trapped there any longer. But with running brings questions about where I come from, what am I suppose to do when I can’t answer? I don’t know who I really am, this new pack was suppose to be my savior. But what happens if it’s leading me to my death? *Quinn* I’ve always protected the weak, taken in strays to my pack. Trying to make up for my father who threw out any wolf that dared to defy him, Just trying to Keep myself on the straight and narrow. I wasn’t looking for trouble. But then this sweet little mystery came barreling in, And pulled me into her darkness. She’s asking for my protection. But can I risk my freedom?

I loved him with all my heart but I only received pain and betrayal. The door didn't open. I tried multiple times but the door never opened. Anger rushed inside my veins. I turned back only to see Dylan standing there on the spot, his eyes glued on the shining marble floor. "DYLAN, OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME GO!!" I yelled furiously as I glared him with pure hatred and disgust. "Never", he mumbled in an inaudible voice. My blood boiled seeing his audacity still I calm myself down and looked at him in anger. "Why?", I gritted. He finally looked at me. His eyes turned darker as he smirked menacingly. "Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black" This story deals with the struggles of Evelyn Clarke, an intelligent and innocent girl who tries to stand for herself as she gets betrayed by the love of her life Dylan Black when she comes to know about his dark, cruel intentions behind their marriage....

If these three months pass and I don't shed a single tear because of you, Chris... you will apologize to me and my family at the door of our home in my city, on both knees in our neighborhood! His eyes narrowed and shone intensely, only seconds until he came towards me and I was still leaning on the door, he stood right in front of me and raised my chin with his left hand.. He forced me to stare at him and said coldly: I apologize to you?? you ?! I have heard many jokes in my life..but a funny joke like this..I have never heard of it..this was what our agreement stipulated before I threw myself into his world, but events took another turn that I did not expect..who are you!! Which one of them would you be? What is the nature of your colorful world?! Rather, the most important.. What is my fault in all these intertwining and where fate takes me?

To the world, I’m just Macey Carter. Mason’s little sister. Samantha’s best friend. The girl who somehow landed her dream job as lead designer at Seams & Touch. But inside? I’m someone else entirely. Someone who aches to be broken down and put back together by a man who knows exactly how to use me. Someone who craves submission so badly, it’s like a sickness. My ex never understood. David was too soft, too careful. He wanted to hold hands and make promises, while I wanted to kneel and beg. When he left me, I didn’t fight it. Two years later, I’m twenty-four, single, untouched, and suffocating under the weight of everything I can’t admit out loud. And then there’s Damien Blackwell. My boss’s older brother. Ten years older, sharper, and rougher, with a reputation that makes people whisper when he walks by. I shouldn’t want him. But I do. God, I do. He’s the finest thing I’ve ever seen. I know because I’ve seen all of him—one reckless afternoon when I walked into his office and caught him taking a woman apart on his desk. She looked like she wanted to disappear, like she hated every second of it. And I hated her. Because I would have begged for more. Damien promised his sister he’d stay away from me. He told himself I was too young, too close, and too dangerous. For a while, he believed it. But that ended the night he caught me touching myself in my office, late after hours, knowing he was watching. That’s when everything changed.