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Author’s Note: Hi loves! I’ve gone back through this story and given it a full polish— If you’ve read it before, you’ll notice differences starting from Chapter one 👀✨ June and Adrien’s love story  Rated 🔞🔞🔞 Moving to Briarwood Hills with her mom and little brother Joey should have been a fresh start for Nineteen year old June. But instead, she's dragged to a shoddy underground club by her new friend where she is dared by the friend to do the unthinkable, fuck Adrien. A cold, notorious, devastatingly hot mafia bad boy of Briarwood Hills. And she does without holding back. However the next morning, when June arrived for breakfast with her new family nothing could have prepared her for the boy who walked in. Adrian her new brother, the very devastatingly handsome cold man who fucked her notoriously took her virginity and left her wanting to be spread open again by him. But Adrien doesn’t seem like last night meant anything to him as he only drags her into his room, giving her three rules Rule number one  Forget what happened last night. Rule number two Stay the fuck away from me and my business. Rule number three If you’re already growing my kid, take it out. But how the hell is June supposed to forget him, when all she can think about is how bad she wants him in her again? Trigger Warning  For mature audience only 🔞 Repeat - for mature audience only 🔞

'"Tell me what you want, Amara,” Zane said, voice like silk over fire. His lips were a whisper from mine. I could feel the tension in his body. The restraint. The raw, maddening awareness. He dragged a finger down my cheek. “To be touched? Or to be remembered?” I stared at him. “Neither. I just want you gone.” “You don’t mean that,” he said, leaning in just a fraction closer. “I do,” I lied. His breath fanned my lips. His nose grazed mine. I felt every inch of my body coil, traitorous and trembling. I wanted him to kiss me. But it would be wrong. He was engaged to someone else.' *** He is the bridegroom. She is the wedding planner. He doesn’t seem to remember her. Or so he says. Five years ago, wedding planner Amara Ibe was madly in love with her fiancé, Zane Blackwood. Until she exposed a massive corruption scandal that was tied to Zane’s father’s company, to which Zane was the primary heir. Her whistleblower tip destroyed Zane’s career, or so she thought. Now Zane is back, bigger and better than ever, and about to marry someone else in the wedding of the century. The catch? Amara has been hired to plan the wedding. And Zane doesn’t seem to remember her. Behind the luxury wedding, perfect vows and Zane’s strangely elusive fiancée, nothing is what it seems. Everyone has secrets, and Amara gradually realizes that everything the couple sells out to the public is a lie. And loving this man could destroy her… again.

“Spread your legs for me, little one. I want to see if you taste as perfect as you look.” “I’m yours. Mark me, ruin me… just don’t leave me.” *** Safira was a glitch in the bloodline—a wolfless mistake born into a world of predators. After being rejected by her mate, she decided to live for herself for just one night. One night at a bar. One dare to kiss a stranger. One night of worship that left her body shattered and her soul branded by a man with the most gorgeous, winter-blue eyes who called her Mate. But the sun rose, and the stranger vanished. Twelve months later, Safira is forced into a spectacular nightmare. Her stepmother has finally snagged the ultimate prize: marriage to the Alpha King, the cold-blooded "Devil's Son" who executes with a single glance. Safira is prepared to hide in the shadows of the castle, but when she finally meets the Alpha King, her heart shatters. The man who spread her legs and devoured her like a hungry beast is the same man about to marry her stepmother. He is the Alpha King. He is her new stepfather. But when duty mixes with a dark obsession, the lines between family and pleasure bleed. In a castle built on secrets and betrayal, Safira must decide: will she play the role of the dutiful daughter, or will she burn the kingdom down to reclaim the King who ruined her and called her his? *** “Forget that night, Safira. You are my daughter now.” She leaned in, resting her head on his chest while her hand drifted down to the hard, demanding bulge in his pants. “Then why is your heart racing, Daddy?” The Obsessed Series Book One: Daddy’s Obsession Book Two: Alpha’s Obsession

"It's a pity you can't talk," he leaned closer, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. I pushed him away, my hands trembling with fear. He shifted back almost immediately, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at me like I had done something outrageous. I looked around frantically, trying to communicate with him. But my gaze fell on space, and I realized that I was alone with this stranger in a desolate, unfamiliar room. My eyes scanned the room again, weakly, searching for any clue, any hint of what was going on. But there was nothing. Just as I was starting to feel desperate, his face appeared before me again, making me startle. I jerked back, my heart racing, as he asked, "What are you looking for? Wouldn't you like to know about me?" My fist shook as I gestured to him, trying to convey that I wanted to write, that I needed a paper and pen to communicate. His eyes widened as he stared at me, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You...you're not scared of me?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. ******** Sage, an omega in the Moonstone Pack, is rejected by her best friend and lover on her coronation day. After being accused of cheating on her lover. No matter how she tried to explain she was innocent she wasn't heard. Instead, he banished her out of the pack and decided to go for his real fated mate. But things change for Sage when she is saved by the alpha beast, the one alpha no other pack wants to cross down to his territory. The one alpha everyone calls a Beast.

CONTENT WARNING: This book is a dark MM romance and is purely fiction. None of the deplorable actions of the characters are acceptable in any way or form. ------------------------------------- Some traps are impossible to escape… especially the ones you walk into. Julian Cross has always been a good person. Soft-spoken and loyal, he’s the kind of person people trust… and use. He’s also been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember. So when his best friend asks for one thing, just one thing to make him happy, Julian says yes. All he has to do is get close to Nikolai Soren. A man who is cold, untouchable, dangerous. A man who doesn’t feel, doesn’t care, and doesn’t let anyone get close enough to matter. It should have been simple. A game. A plan. A means to an end. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. Not the way he looks at Julian like he already owns him. Not the way his touch burns, leaving behind something darker than desire. Not the way Julian starts to crave him… even when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when he knows it can cost him everything. Because Nikolai isn’t just a man. He’s control wrapped in violence. Obsession disguised as restraint. And once he decides something belongs to him… he doesn’t let it go. What started as a game… ends as an obsession. Now Julian is caught between loyalty and temptation, truth and deception, control and chaos. And the deeper he falls into Nikolai’s world, the harder it becomes to remember— Was he ever the one playing the game? Or was he the target all along?

“Denying me the privilege to taste your body is a death sentence I refuse to accept, especially since all I want is to consume you, all of you till there’s nothing left, Lady bug”… ~   Rhea Hale has spent the last four years paying for a crime she never committed. Blamed for her twin sister’s death and forced to live in the shadow of the girl everyone loved more, Rhea has become an expert at surviving heartbreak, whispers, and loneliness. The only thing keeping her together is the small circle of people who still believe in her innocence. Until the night she catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend. Humiliated and desperate for a fresh start, Rhea heads to Westbridge University determined to keep her head down and make it through the year unnoticed. That plan is ruined the moment she’s forced to share a dorm with Zander Cole—the university’s hockey captain. Grey-eyed menace with a reputation as cold as the ice he dominates. Zander doesn’t do attachments, and he definitely doesn’t do broken girls. But when his bad reputation threatens his hockey future, he proposes a deal that could save them both: Fake date him for six months, help repair his image, and in return, he’ll make sure no one touches her… well, except him. It should have been simple. Except pretending quickly turns dangerous when stolen kisses become addictive, jealousy turns possessive, and the boy who was supposed to protect her becomes the only one capable of completely ruining her. In a story filled with lies, betrayal, and buried truths, Rhea is about to discover that some secrets were never meant to stay hidden...

Olivia Lane gave five years of her life and her heart to a man she believed loved her. From the moment she lost her parents, Ryan became her anchor, her sacrifice, her forever. She trusted him enough to give him everything… except the one thing she swore to keep until marriage. But love, she thought, was worth the wait. Until he sold her. Now broke, betrayed, and on the verge of losing everything, Olivia is dragged into the office of the last man she ever wanted to face, Nathan Harold. Billionaire. Ruthless. And Ryan’s friend. Armed with cold proof of her boyfriend’s betrayal, Nathan offers her a choice: walk away with nothing… or sign a marriage contract that binds her to him instead. Desperate and shattered, Olivia signs. But what begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Because Nathan doesn’t just want her name on paper—he wants her trust, her surrender… her heart. And he’s willing to play a slow, intoxicating game to get it. Caught between burning resentment and undeniable attraction, Olivia finds her walls crumbling under the weight of his relentless pursuit. The man she was warned about, the one she swore to hate becomes the one she can’t stop thinking about. Just when she begins to believe she might have chosen right this time, the past claws its way back. A desperate ex. A shocking secret. And a truth that threatens to shatter her all over again. This time, Olivia has a choice to make Run from the fire… Or stay and fight for the man who might have been her greatest mistake… or her only salvation.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

VOWS WRITTEN IN SILENCE He never signed the divorce papers. She never stopped dreaming about the night he destroyed her. Raiyan Al Mansoor built an empire, raised their daughter alone, and practiced hating Zoya Al Fayez every morning for eight hundred days. Zoya became the most feared barrister in the country, raised their other daughter alone, and never told anyone his name still lived in her chest like something that refused to heal. They were separated by lies neither of them knew were lies. By forgeries. By silence. By seven words he said that he cannot take back. Now she is prosecuting his family. Now they are in the same city. The same courtroom. The same war. And everything they buried is about to surface. Including the children. Including the truth. Including the fact that you cannot hate someone this specifically unless you never stopped loving them.

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.