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The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle. In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family. To my relief, Farrow finally answered. The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice. "What is it this time, Grace?" "Farrow... help me..." He cut me off before I could finish. "Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily." The line went dead. A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me. My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets. You don't need to exile me, Farrow. I'm already gone. Forever.

Vega’s life, a rich tapestry woven in the shadows, conceals more than meets the eye. Her indigo eyes, twin mirrors of a man she never knew, reflect a phantom figure who vanished before her very existence was etched into this world. The scars on her back, like ancient runes, tell a story of pain and survival—a narrative etched into her skin, whispered by the past she cannot fully recall. It haunts her dreams, a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved. Driven by an unyielding need, Vega embarks on a quest to find the elusive man she calls her father. She seeks closure, to close the book on that enigmatic chapter of her life. But fate weaves an unexpected twist: she discovers she is the Alpha’s second chance mate. A cosmic bond, ancient and unbreakable, binds her to a destiny beyond her wildest imaginings. As Vega delves into her lineage, long-lost secrets emerge from the shadows. Yet, with revelations come dangers—dark forces that threaten her newfound life.

I don't really know what I was expecting, and it sure as hell wasn't this. Whatever this is...it's even better than I could have imagined. The mystery, the anonymity, the sense of excitement that has reawakened something in me that I haven't felt in what seems like a lifetime ago. The way his hands caress my body, his fingers gently tracing along my skin; my lips against his neck and hands in his hair, wanting him the way he wants me... I'm learning to love the unexpected... **** Still recovering from the heartbreak of a failed engagement, Kristine reluctantly agrees to a girls night out. A night that is meant for her to let loose and forget about her unsuccessful dating life, leads Kristine to meet a mysterious stranger who brings her body back to life in ways she didn't believe possible. This unexpected intimate encounter leads to much more with a man she knows only as E.

Warning!!! extremely erotica flee if you don’t read something streamy, rated 18+ “You’re mine and mine alone do you understand?” he growled in her neck, his fingers buried deep in her wet p*ssy. Her breath caught in her throat as he made her feel like her skin had come to life, she was burning with need, crying for him, craving for him to fill her up. “Answer me!” he ordered then she nodded squinting her eyes shut as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, she cried in pleasure her lips quivered as she whimpered, “I’m yours Asher” Selene had lost her parents after an attack that turned her from a rich girl to a poor orphan. Read this steamy hot novel to find out how her life changed drastically when she encountered Alpha Asher and his jealous twin brother Axel.

My boyfriend and his godsister were caught by the vice squad at a scandalous party. When I went to the police station to bail him out, he was disheveled, his exposed skin marked with dried candle wax and whiplash scars. His godsister, Sonia, clung to him, sobbing into his arms. “The light in Sonia’s house was broken. It was too dark, so I went to accompany her,” he said. I couldn’t help but wonder, Did he accompany her all the way to the police station too? In the past, I would’ve demanded an explanation, but I was too tired now—too drained to argue. Without a word, I signed the papers. The vice squad officer looked at me and asked, “Are you Anthony Leeman’s family?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not familiar with him. Just a colleague.” Lowering my gaze, I typed out a message to my father: [I agree to get married. Give me three days, and I’ll marry him.]

My sister-in-law, Sabrina Linskey, never hides her hatred for me. Yet, on my daughter Elena Satchwell's birthday, she does something I can never imagine. She gives Elena a dress, claiming she had sewn it by hand. She calls it a blessing for Elena's health and safety. I let her ease the dress onto Elena, relief washing over me as I convince myself that Sabrina finally understands the importance of upholding peace in the family. But Elena's skin begins to fester, until even the lightest touch makes her flinch in pain. That's when I realize Elena's fate has been swapped with Sabrina's son's. Mom and Dad, along with my brother, know all about it. Elena, beyond saying, eventually dies. I, too, am killed the moment I uncover the truth. But when I open my eyes again, I return to the day Sabrina arrives with that dress for Elena's birthday.

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.

Helaine Fairgrieve wasn't sure what to do when her rent was raised suddenly, until her long time acquaintance, Evan DuRosier, offered her a solution that would benefit the both of them. Helaine travels to his apartment in the less than reputable art district of the city to indulge his less than conventional desires, only to learn that he's keeping a dark secret. She's has never been in handcuffs before, much less bound and suspended from a man's ceiling while he pours hot wax on her sensitive skin. She isn't sure what's more frightening, the knife gliding across her skin, or the fact that she loves every pulse-pounding second of it. BDSM is normally based on a foundation of trust; lacking that, Evan and Helaine's relationship begins as something of a transactional nature, until she discovers that his lust for blood is more than just a fetish. What will she do when she discovers the truth about his Vampirism?

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.

“You FUCKING WHORE! That’s what you are. Got pregnant for him and now trying to pin it on me. Sign the divorce papers, that bastard isn’t mine!”   His words cut deeper than the wounds on my skin as I lay out in the cold. What happens when the man you love becomes your punishment? When your husband’s fists replace his vows, And the cousin you grew up calling sister takes your place in his bed? You don’t break. You survive. They left you for dead. But when you rise again, you’re not the same broken woman they buried You’re the storm they can’t escape.   Now there’s another man, one who’d burn the city to protect you. And when your ex crawls back, whispering, “Forgive me, Emily … I made a mistake,” You just smile and say, “You’re right. You were, now you’re just a memory from my past.