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“You wicked woman! You dare kidnap my daughter?" He growled, gripping her small wrist tight. Samantha squirmed, “You're mistaken, Sir, the child is not yours but mine!” “You dare say that again? Then explain the resemblance between us?” He retorted with raw hatred. Taken aback, all the color drained from Samantha’s face upon the realization he was right. How the hell did she overlook that? No, how the hell was it possible that he was the father of her child! ~~~~~~ It was an unspoken secret that Samantha's twin sister committed a grave sin in her marriage, thus Samantha became her sister’s substitute to bury that infidelity. However, on their 3rd wedding anniversary, Samantha discovers her husband’s infidelity. But that wasn't enough reason for her to -divorce him because she didn't want her daughter fatherless. But one act, one single act almost cost her life and that of her child and Samantha declared defeat, serving Zeke Frost the divorce papers, and left without looking back but with promises to revenge! However, fate had another path in store for her when she encountered the devil himself; Dalton Montclair. The most gorgeous man in the world and the youngest bachelor in the city. He's ruthless, he's got the looks, money, and fame. But what more? He's got a striking resemblance with her son!

"Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

“Fine, I accept your pathetic rejection, but mark my words, I, Abigail, vow to make you regret this decision!” I screamed, my voice shaking with the raw pain tearing through me. I locked eyes with him—the man I had loved with every fiber of my being. But he stared back, his expression cold and unmoved, as though the years we’d spent together meant nothing. How could he be so blind? I was his wife, bound to him by sacred vows, while Amanda was merely his mistress. Yet he chose her over me, casting aside our bond as though it were nothing but dust. --- Abigail had endured years of neglect, overlooked, and discarded like a shadow in her own home. She was Luna, yet she’d never known the respect or love that came with the title. Her one failure? She hadn’t given Alpha Chris a child, an heir to strengthen their pack. But when Amanda, his first love, returned, Chris became ruthless, flaunting his betrayal before her eyes. But destiny has a way of bringing light to the darkest of hearts. He’s everything Chris isn’t: strong, compassionate, and willing to break all rules for her. His heartbeat calls to hers, but can her shattered heart ever learn to love again? Will Abigail risk opening herself to the possibility of new love and redemption, or will her thirst for revenge consume her completely?

Elena escaped to the exclusive Azure Resort with one goal: to finally feel alive again. After years trapped in a passionless relationship that left her body aching and unsatisfied, the 28-year-old craved raw, unrestrained pleasure — no commitments, no judgments. What she never expected was him. Damian Vale — the ruthless business mogul whose name commanded boardrooms and billions. He was at the resort for a discreet high-stakes deal, his days filled with power plays and his nights reserved for darker indulgences. One smoldering look across the beach bar was all it took. No names at first. No promises. Just pure, magnetic lust. What begins as a single reckless night explodes into an all-consuming obsession. He claims her body with the same commanding intensity he brings to his empire — pinning her against the balcony railing under the moonlight, devouring her in the private infinity pool where anyone could watch, and driving her to shattering orgasms on silk sheets with rough hands, filthy commands, and relentless thrusts. Night after night, Elena surrenders completely. Every touch deeper. Every thrust harder. Every climax more devastating than the last. She came seeking freedom from her boring past. He gave her an addiction she never wanted to quit. But how long can she lose herself in the mogul’s touch before the powerful stranger demands more than just her body?

This is no ordinary werewolf tale. Romance and fantasy collide with a curse spun from prophecy and obsession. This is a story of torment and resilience. Of wolves and gods. Of a woman broken again and again, only to rise stronger each time. And at the heart of it all… is a love fated by the Moon. If you’re the kind of reader who thrives on slow-burning tension, this tale will consume you. But tread carefully: the deeper you go, the darker it gets. -------------- Alinta Ull, a bookish, headstrong, and haunted werewolf. Since her eighteenth birthday, tragedy has stalked her in a cruel pattern. Every three years, it brings death, rejection, or abandonment. She believes the Moon has cursed her, and… maybe it has. Desperate to escape her fate, she and her fierce wolf, Angela, travel to the rumoured resting place of the Rogue Deity, a mythical werewolf prophesied to rise beneath the eighth crimson moon. Coincidentally, on Alinta’s thirtieth birthday. But fate is a cruel thing. Something, or someone is watching. A wolf obsessed. A monster in disguise. One who has waited years to possess her, and now has no intention of letting go. In a world where devotion becomes delusion, and love becomes a weapon, one truth remains: Some mates are chosen by the Moon. Others are stolen by monsters. -------------- Content Warning: This novel contains dark and mature themes, including sexual assault, emotional and psychological abuse, trauma, captivity, and manipulation. While it ultimately becomes a tale of hope, rebirth, and true love, the road is long, raw, and often tragic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

WARNING! RAW SEX SCENES When Yvonne meets a powerful celestial being known as Metatron her disturbed life takes a new and unpredictable turn, unknown to her that Metatron had come for something that existed within her blood vessels. It all started out peaceful until Metatron predicts the death of Audrey – unable to bare losing a best friend Yvonne sets out to rescue Audrey against Metatron’s instruction and unfortunately she complicates their reality causing Maria’s husband to die. Lucifer takes advantage of this broken edge by seeking what Yvonne possesses before Metatron can. When Uzor meets Amanda Wilson an assassin, his relationship with Rachael becomes complicated as Rachael tries to find out if Uzor still loves her, things take a brutal turn in the life of Uzor and he is forced to face a greater assignment of the invasion of AREA 51 in Nevada, America. When Metatron makes a grave mistake, he and his friends becomes unhaunted by the world's most powerful governments, in other to save the life of his friends, Metatron seeks the help of powerful celestial beings known as Sisters of Fate, the help they offer comes with a shocking consequence that hurts Metatron. Failing to achieve his desire Lucifer releases chaos on the earth by setting free the most powerful and most dangerous supernatural creature ever created by God. Metatron is now forced to face his most powerful contender or watch the earth become ashes.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emotion. "I want to thank my wife. She stood with me in the lab, even while pregnant, helping me grind out countless precious data points." I froze. My hand pressed against my flat stomach. Cold crept down my spine. For four years, I'd busted myself raw to support his PhD. I went from the girl everyone on campus admired to a fish seller, reeking like seafood every day. Worked so hard I miscarried twice. So who exactly was this "wife" he was thanking?

Cora was once the human ward of the Silver Moon Pack, a “charity case” tucked away in the shadows of a world ruled by predatory shifters. For five years, she shared a secret, soul-deep bond with Silas Vane, the powerful Alpha-Heir who promised her a future beyond her servant-class status. On the night of his coronation, Cora discovers she is pregnant with Silas’s heir—a miracle she believes will finally bridge the gap between their worlds. However, the dream is shattered when Silas publicly announces his betrothal to Lady Elara, a Pureblood Luna, to solidify his political power. When Cora confronts him, he ruthlessly dismisses their five-year history as a mere “distraction,” ordering her to remain in the servant’s wing and never speak of their past. Realizing that Silas would likely seize her child while keeping her in a gilded cage—or worse—Cora decides to die so that she can finally live. Years later, when a chance introduction forces them face-to-face, Cora must maintain her mask against Silas’s predatory instincts. Though her appearance is altered and her scent chemically suppressed, the raw, visceral hatred in her eyes captures Silas’s attention. Suspecting that the “ghost” of his past is standing right in front of him, Silas begins a lethal game of cat-and-mouse. Cora must now protect her son and her secrets from a King who has realized that the woman he erased was never truly gone.

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.