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I was the wife he never wanted. He was the man I couldn’t stop loving. For three years, I endured Damon Moretti’s cruelty. The cold nights, the other women in our bed. The constant reminders that I was nothing but a mere business arrangement. Still, I stayed. I loved him. I kept hoping he'll finally love me too. Until the day I discovered he was giving another woman the love, attention, care and time I had been begging for… And that woman was my own stepsister, Melissa. Heartbroken and humiliated, I finally did what he had asked me to do a thousand times. I signed the divorce papers. Now I’m free. But freedom looks a lot like danger. Because the sweet, powerful stranger who offers me shelter is none other than Kai Valentino — The most dangerous and powerful Mafia boss and Damon’s biggest rival. And the man I left behind doesn’t like losing what’s his. Some men regret throwing away their queens. Damon? He’s about to learn exactly what happens when a discarded wife decides to become an untouchable Heiress. Warning: 18+ novel full of suspense, violence and thrillers. Contains series of mouth violence, BDSM, forbidden and dark romance. Mafia Billionaire Romance.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

My best friend Seraphine had not one drop of blood left in her body when they found her. Her skin was translucent. There were two dried trails of blood from the corners of her mouth, like she had wept herself empty long before the end. She left one note. One sentence: "Vera saw his face." From that day forward, I became the Covenant's greatest sinner. Because I knew who did it. But I said nothing. For ten years, I said nothing. Then Lucian came back. He was the one who had turned us, raised us, given us the only home we had ever known. He set the Soul Prism in front of me. "Tonight," he said, "you give me the killer." His eyes hadn't changed. That was the worst part. After ten years of exile, of stones and fire and nights that never got warmer, I looked at him and he was still exactly who he had always been to me. "Or you disappear from this world along with him." He didn't know. The reason I had chosen exile and starvation and a Blood Oath that had been eating my soul core alive for a decade — was him. All of it, always, had been for him.

“Stay with me this time. Forever!"She is breathtaking. She is his fated mate. He adores her, craves her, desperately wants to keep her with him.But for some reason, she remains mysterious and elusive.Alpha King Enrick has asked her this question several times over the past five years. But every time he woke up after a blissful night together, he was alone in bed.He never knows in advance the time and day when she returns. His beautiful goddess, she suddenly appears before him, more often at night. Then her intoxicating scent fades all his worries and those lonely nights without her.She is his, given to him by the Moon Goddess.“One day we will be together for the rest of our lives. I swear!" she promised once. Just that one time. But he's still eagerly awaiting the fulfillment of her promise.And then one day, when he faces the most critical battle in his life, she shows up in broad daylight, supreme and confident, with her sword aloft. She publicly claims her position as the Luna Queen next to him. But when he catches sight of her, the surprise is too extensive for him to comprehend.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. They started as nemeses. Rivals in the game of love. Both are masters of their games. Bienley Cullen takes girls like a meal. A master of seduction, charming girls with his charismatic demeanor and captivating smile. However, his once seemingly flawless existence was disrupted when he crossed paths with a guy who brought about restless nights and an unfamiliar, gnawing hunger within him. Devon Dalton, the fierce gang leader whose mere gaze evoked fear and doubt about his existence. Devon's mere presence exuded an air of raw power and unbridled authority, yet this was not what Bienley feared. He feared of losing himself to his unmatched seduction. Can he permit himself to be lured and submit to his temptation? Can he give up his reputation as a Casanova for a man who intends to dominate him? Can he play the game by Devon's rules? Bienley Cullen, the virgin wrecker casanova, and Devon Dalton, the fierce gang leader, two boys played by fate, yet amidst society's disdain, they shaped their world far beyond the conventional. #Prequel to Bloodline:Heirs

Ember, a mute and wolfless outcast, endures relentless torment as the disgraced daughter of an alpha's mistress in the Crescent Moon Pack. Betrayed by her family and rejected by her mate, Beta Benson, her existence is a living nightmare. Her prayers to the Moon Goddess for freedom—be it through death or a miracle—seem to go unanswered, leaving her trapped in despair. But Ember's pain masks a dangerous mystery. Dreams of blood-soaked hands and an unknown man haunt her nights, while whispers of betrayal and dark truths about her stepbrother, Alpha Leo, gnaw at her sanity. Even as her will is tested, she finds unexpected solace in her only ally, Lily, and fleeting moments of inexplicable connection to the wolf she thought she'd lost forever. When a powerful and enigmatic figure—the Lycan King Draco—arrives, his piercing gaze and commanding presence unravel everything Ember believed about herself. Her soul ignites at the revelation that he is her second-chance mate, a bond both fated and impossible. As her dormant wolf stirs within her, Ember faces the ultimate dilemma: will she embrace her destiny or become the assassin of the very man who might hold the key to her salvation?

One vampire. One Vampire hunter. A forbidden bond. Isabelle Howell seems like your average everyday girl, but I'll let you in on a little secret. She's actually a Slayer and a very good one at that. She spends her nights tangling with the somewhat unsavoury supernaturals that roam the earth, feasting on innocents. Committed to her job and unknown hero to the average humans who walk around blissfully unaware. Isabelle is over the moon when she is given a high priority assignment, something she has waited for, for so long. The chance to prove she can handle herself, the chance to work her way up to the elite team and go on the really dangerous assignments. Her target, you ask? Cassius Lockwood. Powerful pureblood vampire. As handsome as he is cruel. The blood- fiend, well known for his merciless ways. His reputation doesn't put her off if anything she finds the challenge exciting. That is, however, until she has him (or who she thinks is him) cowering before her. At a time where she should be thrilled, it just isn’t right and what he says to her will haunt her for the rest of her days.

One scorching night was all it took for the ruthless billionaire…Damien Voss to haunt Isabella Barnes' dreams. He took her body, shattered her trust, and vanished, leaving her with scars deeper than the secret she buried alone. Now, on a Christmas getaway meant to heal her, Isabella wakes in chains. Her captor? The same man who ruined her. Damien mistakes her for the daughter of his sworn rival and vows to break her as leverage in his brutal corporate war. But as days bleed into nights of dark pleasure and forbidden surrender, the truth unravels: he's been hunting those unforgettable eyes ever since that fateful night. And he has no intention of letting her go. Trapped in his luxurious prison, Isabella fights the pull of his possessive touch. But still, anger and pain burns in her veins... until his obsession awakens something twisted and intoxicating in her own soul. Once he claims her, escape isn't an option…she might not even want it. In a world of betrayal, deadly rivals, and unrelenting passion, will she shatter her captor when she discovers that he’s the same man that has haunted her dreams for years...or become his forever?

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.