Rachel Ward

Dear reader, you have been warned. This isn't your regular romance... In fact, it's not romance at all. These are unapologetic stories of pleasure, lust, power and obsession. These men and women will infiltrate your thoughts, your mind and your body, and they will do so without your permission. Every word is spoken out of sinful desire, and every action will leave you dripping from your core, ready to burst. Are you ready to go down this rabbit hole where the line between lust and moral is drawn? If you are not, then leave while you still can, but if you are, then go ahead and turn the pages, be ready to have your darkest desires dug out and explored. .... Trigger warnings! BDSM LGBTQ content. DOMINANT AND SUBMISSIVE. TABOO/STEP SIBLINGS AND STEP PARENTS. STALKING AND KIDNAPPING. EXPLICIT SEX SCENES.

On the eve of my wedding, I was run over by my fiance's childhood friend. My life was in danger. My best friend tried to call my fiance, but he hung up directly. He sent her a text message. "Ruth is sick. I don't have time." My best friend then called her boyfriend who happened to be a well-connected celebrity. However, he said, "Ruth is sick. She needs me by her side right now." After a night of resuscitation, we looked at each other in the ward and spoke at the same time. "I don't want to get married." To our surprise, both our fiances went crazy when they found out we called off our weddings.

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

I was holding my wife as we slept when her phone suddenly gave a special alert tone. “Rachel, my whole body hurts. Please help me…” The message was from Daniel. He sounded entitled, and he even attached a photo of his abs. My wife pushed me away at once. “Wait for me. I will head over right away.” I could not hold back my anger. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night, and you are going to see him? He’s your brother-in-law. Can’t you keep a bit of distance? “Your sister has been dead for half a year. Do you have to take care of him like this forever?” Rachel suddenly raised her hand and slapped me. “Sam, he has post-traumatic stress disorder. You already know that. I am his psychologist, so what is wrong with helping him? Why are your thoughts so filthy? “Forget it. I can’t talk sense into someone like you. Stay home and reflect on yourself.” After saying that, she did not look at me again. We had been married for five years. Every time we argued, she would walk away and give me the cold shoulder. She knew how much I loved her, so she hurt me without restraint. She was certain that I would ultimately give in and try to make peace. However, this time, I did not try to salvage the situation anymore. My heart was dead. I did not want her anymore.

“Her.. I want her.” Eleonora's heart missed a bit when the ruthless mafia boss stared right at her, his eyes stripping her of the flimsy piece of clothing she had on. Afraid, she looked up at her instructor, hoping that she would refuse but the greedy man smirked. “Sold! Sold to the DeLunas.” …. Eleonora had only the worst in mind when she was bought by a notoriously ruthless mafia boss. She knew that her life was going to change, but never did she expect to be trapped in an endless web of secrets, conspiracies and vengefulness. The mafia boss's dark past is looming and there seems to be no way to stop history from repeating itself. What happens when dark secrets are exposed and a terrible fate is said to be inevitable for the seemingly innocent Eleonora?

Alpha Damian is a ruthless and merciless leader. He rules with an iron fist. Forgiveness is not his concept. He has waited for his mate for three decades, but when he has met her, he has been disappointed. On a journey to another land, he caught the scent of his mate, but was confused between Princess Alpha and a common servant. He prayed to the Moon Goddess that Princess Alpha was his mate, but was disappointed to find that it was a servant with a curse. He wanted to make his life a living hell, believing that such a servant was not meant for him. When he took her and brought her back to his group, she spent most of her days locked in her room doing the few tasks he gave her. In addition, Alpha accepted a consummated marriage to Princess Alpha to cover up the shame of being mated to a servant cursed with ugliness. This broke the heart of Nadlyn, who believed that Alpha Damian would one day love her. Alpha Damian, on the other hand, has great feelings of desire and love for Nadlyn, but he is stubborn and willing to do anything to fight her because he cannot see the ugly half of Nadlyn's face. Nadlyn eventually befriends Damian's Alpha Mother, who turns out to be a kind-hearted woman, unlike her son. Damian's Alpha Mother loved Nadlyn more than Rachel, the Alpha Princess Damian was going to marry. Nadlyn's life is made even more miserable when Rachel deliberately gets her into trouble and burdens her with humiliating tasks. She feels betrayed when her mate chooses to watch while another woman makes her life a living hell. One day, when Damian learns who Nadlyn really is: Will he love her?

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

I am the lawfully wedded wife of Don Jones—the Donna of the Jones Family—and the founding CEO of his medical empire. I stood by Vincent's side as we built it up from a two-room surgical clinic into the crown jewel of European private healthcare. Then, in my eighth month of pregnancy, dying on the operating table, Vincent pulled every surgeon out of my maternity ward for the sake of his mistress. He killed our child with his own hands. He stripped me of the right to ever be a mother. He thought I was a homeless orphan with nowhere to go. He had no idea I was the sole blood heir of the Belmonte Family. After the divorce, I came home to command a global medical empire. He knelt and begged. I watched, cold-eyed, as he fell into hell.

Charlene, beautiful and elegant, suffered abuse in the hands of her foster family, her aunt and uncle after the death of her parents. Tired of the unending circle of torture, she packs up one day after she turned sixteen and ran off on her own. She had to do odd jobs, including regularly donating her blood to make some amount of money to take care of herself. On one of her regular trips to donate her blood, Charlene ends up in more trouble than she bargained for, getting herself entangled with the most ruthless billionaires in the country. Noah Cooper, the masked billionaire, is a name that many respect and fear. No one knows why he wears a mask, and those who dared to ask, ended up begging with their lives to be forgiven. He is ruthless, unforgiving and a silent poison, not one to be messed with. He hates women, and avoids them like a plague, but why? What happens when these two polar opposites meet? And what happens when they discover they're about to be parents in the most odd way possible?

"Do you know what would happen if your daughter finds me naked in your bed?" I trail my fingers along his hard chest, not breaking the gaze. "Mmm." He hums, his hand gripping my waist tighter. I gasp, arching my back. "Tell me all about it," he mumbles against my ear, "while I drive my cock deep into that waiting cunt of yours." ..... Juniper was used to lonely Christmas holidays in her little apartment, but everything changes when her best friend invites her to spend the holidays with her family. When she agrees to do it, she gets way more than she bargained for, especially her best friend's brooding but irresistible father... Dante. Now, she must fight her complex feelings for Dante, knowing that it was forbidden to have anything to do with him. But when he has sworn to taint her innocence with his possessive charm, how long until she gives in to his darkness? Secrets will be revealed, relationships will falter, and the body will be tempted. How will Juniper navigate all of this while still trying to keep the magic of Christmas alive?