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Welcome to tales of love and passion, the adventures of city couples and the intrigues of high society and its citizens of the Lovecraft city. Being known beyond the city of the mafia, the mecca of crime and mafiosi, the den of pleasures, see that during the trips, the stories and the coexistence of people, who visit the various dens of pleasure in this city. Although for many years, there were countless gang wars and conspiracies, murders, tales of love, pleasure and passion, in which the numerous mafia clans were involved in fights for territory, crime lords in their games of passion. The rich socialites in their games of pleasure and in the midst of power struggles, it was when the entire city was involved in conspiracy and manipulation schemes, in the midst of their parties of pleasure and passion, in which you can embark on this world of fantasy and seduction, in which you will see this dark world through the authorities that were bought and manipulated, when crime grew and city developed, life of passion, amid suspenseful tales. Amid tales of pleasure, passion, when there were a series of murders, mafia families, intrigues, tales of love and seduction

“This is wrong,” he groans, dragging me down harder onto him as he thrusts up. “I’m your mother’s husband and you’re still begging me to take you like a mate.” He grunts and pulls me closer. "Why. Did. We. Get. A. Forbidden. Bond," he growls, each word punctuated by the slam of his hips. She was born the wrong daughter. The unwanted girl with Fae blood in her veins and a broom in her hand, cleaning floors in a house that should’ve been her home. Now Aurora is a bargaining chip, chosen to seal peace between two rival packs through a bond she never wanted. But on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. One breath. One scent. One forbidden truth that shatters every law her world is built on. Because her true mate isn’t the Alpha she’s being given to. It’s the man already married to her mother, and there is no suppressing the hunger of a bond that was never meant to exist.

While he searches for justice for the death of his sister, Alejandro, the son of Lorenzo Amato, the head of the Amato mafia clan stumbles upon Arianna, a clueless girl who has no idea what kind of world her parents lived in before their sudden death. Driven by her hunger for revenge when she realises her parents death was not an accident, she uncovers truths that put her in danger, the same that cost her parents their lives. Alejandro hasn’t given up on his pursuit for justice either but is forced to confront budding feelings for his enemy. However, what happens when Arianna’s revenge seems to point her in the direction of Alejandro? Will she be willing to do what it takes or will the heart want what it wants?

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

Rielle's mate does more than just to reject her. He kills the last family she had, attempted to end her and take all that belonged to her. But fate has other plans… The Red-eyed Lycan Alpha, Raphael De Amato enters her life like a whirlwind. He saves her from certain death for reasons she is oblivious to. When she finds out who she truly is, Rielle's life is thrown into chaos. Discovering that all she knew about herself as been a lie, leaves her reeling and spiralling. With a war in the horizon and the mate who ruined her involved in a plot that could topple the delicate balance of her world, Rielle has to find herself amidst the rubble of what is left. The hunger for vengeance becomes her strength but it will not be enough to quell the anarchy that will ensue. The revelation that her bond with her second chance mate, Raphael could be what they need to turn the tides of the war puts Rielle in a dilemma. Can she really allow herself to love another man after everything she has been through? As tensions rise and everything she loves hangs on a thread, Rielle will have to make a choice. Drop the walls around her heart or watch her pack fall to ruin?

Regan It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons. I thought he would forgive me for what I did to the only person who was everything to him. It wasn't intentional, yet he didn't miss a chance to hurt me where it hurt the most. I knew that I was the only one to blame here. I believed it was all my fault. Then I left something that I wished I didn't have. . Lincoln The emotions and forceful resistance I had built around my heart before, now I see them breaking into several pieces. That's what I thought until it wasn't after that reality was drawn to my mind. But still, that hole in the heart one can't fix after losing the only family one ever had. I wanted to change it, to move on with my life. Those games I have played to push away people who cared for me now tire me shitless. I even felt awful about hurting that girl more when she was never at fault. I wasn't even in my right mind to see the effort she put into healing me until. . .it was too late. She left, disappeared like she never existed in my life. Her action turned me into something that no one had seen coming. Years later, I ran into her again, who saved me from becoming my worst enemy. What happened to my sister wasn't her fault, and I no longer want to punish us both for it. I am letting go of all those grudges. And I won't let anything stop me from getting what I want.

“Why did you do it?” He demanded in a low voice, a warning, while closing in on me. The defiant look on my face crumbled a little as I hastily began to backtrack, it wasn’t long before I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees. “Fucking answer me, Kiara!” He roared, cold breath fanning the tip of my nose as he spoke. I gulped in fear, as what I had done just began to fully sink in. “I- I don’t…” A firm push against my forehead tipped me over and I fell on my back like a doll, panting wide eyed at a very furious Xavier. I scrambled backwards, or attempted to– but Xavier’s large hands clamped on my ankles, sharply jerking me downwards until my legs dangled at his sides. “Not only did you leave the house on your own– you crashed my car, set it on fire and then you went to a freaking, dangerous club…” He moved his hands off my ankles and circled my hips, grips tightening instantly, threateningly. “…and let worthless men touch what’s mine. Who told you that was acceptable?” I scoffed and rolled my eyes even though my heart was racing. “Who said I was yours? Since when did you make me yours?” “Since right now.” ————— Forced to marry Xavier Romano in order to spare her brother’s life, Kiara Francesco– sassy, rebellious and drop dead gorgeous, was determined to be no fragile and obedient wife; which surprised, spurred Xavier on and made his sinful hunger for her intensify with each passing second. Life as a very powerful mafia lord’s wife was no child’s play, seeing as it comes with a whole lot of danger. And Kiara was ready for the dangerous ride.

She shattered his heart. Now he holds the power to destroy her world. Selene Arguelles is everywhere—on billboards, magazine covers, and TV screens. To the world, she’s a star. But to Duke Sandoval, she’s the woman who betrayed him most unforgivably. But Duke is no longer the man she left behind. He is Duke Sandoval—the billionaire heir, cold, powerful, untouchable. No longer the poor, lovesick boy from Tondo. He’s stronger. Harder. Unbreakable. Now their paths are set to cross again. And this time, Duke will make sure Selene feels every ounce of the pain she once made him endure. Every lie. Every betrayal. Every wound she left on his soul—he’ll return it tenfold. Because he didn’t just walk away. He is the one who will leave her this time. And she’ll regret ever thinking she could break him. He is Duke Alessandro Sandoval, The Billionaire Heir.

Since childhood, Shamila has been living in the orphanage with other children. The clothes she own once belonged to other people and she doesn't even know who named her Shamila. When she gets a scholarship to study in one of the most prestigious Schools, Maslow High School, she thinks it is a game changer. Little does she knows what awaits her, the students in Maslow High school are all evil and they have divided the school into two cults each headed by a prominent and rich bully. Before long, the two bullies fight over who will own her and amidst all the bullying, Shamila discovers the untold secret of the School. More then half of the students have supernatural blood running in them and the school is merely a ground to numb them and hide them from the society. Her original adoption documents also say her name is Shamila Maslow. Will the bullies bow down to her new supernatural state as the vampire who could perhaps be the next in line owner of Maslow High School and other royal properties, or this is just a prank that has been carefully organized by one of them to make her believe she is an important vampire so that the aftermath can make her ashamed and humiliated beyond repair. This is Maslow High School and students only go home at the end of the school year, Shamila has no home and all she has at the end of the year is the orphanage. Is this her real home, are the people surrounding her also numbed by centuries old magic enemies, friends or family? she has one year to find out, either she arrives at the truth or die as a result of the gruesome bullying by the bullies before the year ends.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”