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Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

I was sitting in City Hall, about to sign that damn mate bond certificate with Logan—Alpha of the Eastside Moonclaws—when his phone buzzed. One glance. Then he stood up like this was all just another errand. Didn’t even flinch when he said: “Something came up. Let’s push the bond signing to another day, yeah?” And just like that, he was gone. Left me sitting alone, surrounded by bonded pairs, all glowing with that sickly sweet “forever” vibe. Why? Because Emma, his darling little childhood packmate, twisted her ankle during pack-speed training—trying to keep up with the advanced wolves when she barely passed the basic shifts. Ten minutes later, I get a text: “Emma’s injury’s kinda serious. I gotta stay with her. Let’s move the wedding, okay?” Just another time—maybe the last—Logan picked her over me. But this time? No tears. No begging. No rage. The clerk gave me a quiet look, like she already knew how the story ended. “Ma’am... do you still want to proceed?” I pulled out my phone.Didn’t wait for him to change his mind. The clerk gave me that soft, pitying look. “Ma’am... do you still want to proceed?” I shook my head, and dialed home. The moment my Beta sister picked up. “Tell Alpha Dad I’m coming back to the Ridge. Today.” A pause. “You sure?” “Yeah,” I said, standing up, my voice steady. “I’m done here.” And just like that, I walked out. Not just from the building—but from him.

"Wh.. who?" Before Jane could even repeat her words a dark silhouette started taking slow steps towards her, like a predator to its prey. The light from the night lamp fell on his sharp features making them clearer gradually. " Ad...Adrian...you!" Gulping hard she started taking steps backward unknowingly. " Why don't you love me, Jane?" His slurry voice gave a clear indication of his drunken state. " Adrian please, we can talk things out. Please listen to me...pl... please." Jane was terrified to her core when she realised he wasn't in his senses. Looking directly into her eyes Adrian smirked. Not his normal one. His face was showing disappointment, anger, rage, and one more thing. Amorous lust. His desire to claim her was so strong that anyone could see it through his eyes. ......... What happens when two people poles apart meet for the very first time? Spark flies, vibe generates, magical, right? But too bad of all of these are just one sided. Nothing will ever be the same when 28-year-old billionaire Adrian Alan Johnson meets 21-year-old Jane White for the very first time. Join the roller coaster ride of Adrian and Jane where passion will be stronger than ever, Love will blossom, the heart will be broken, jealousy will burn the soul, hatred will be born and something more and more intense will start spreading its web. Will it be able to take place in the other person's heart? Or will end up causing the ultimate catastrophic destruction?

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

My son was kidnapped by rogue wolves during training. Ethan used all his connections as Beta to finally locate him in an abandoned hunting lodge. When I burst through the door, Tyler was already lying on the ground. His chest was a bloody mess, his heart ripped out completely. I chased after the rogue wolves like a mad she-wolf, desperate to retrieve his heart, but I was too late. Unable to bear the devastation, I collapsed and fell from the cliff edge. Ethan carried me to the pack healer's den, his face deathly pale. Before the healing ritual began, he gripped my hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Serena, you can't give up. Our son is already gone. I can't lose you too..." But when I regained consciousness, I found an anonymous text message on my phone. I opened it and heard a recording. "Beta Gray, you have already found another heart donors. Why specifically choose young Tyler? He's so young, and he's your son..." "He was just a tool to save Lucas. I raised him all these years—taking one heart isn't too much to ask, is it?" "Besides, the pack healer said a blood relative's heart has the smallest chance of rejection. Lucas is mine and Vivian's life. I can't bear to see him suffer even a little." My entire body shook violently. I could barely hold the phone. The man who repeatedly claimed to love me was the murderer who killed my son for his illegitimate child with his mistress. The marriage I thought was happy was nothing but an elaborate deception.

What if the Moon Goddess was a temperamental tyrant with her own motivations and desires? Gemma Hayes, human witch, struggles to find her place among the wolves. As a the living vessel for the Moon Goddess, every alpha wants to own her. To possess her. To make her his obsession. He cleared his throat. “Another thing.”  Yes?” I asked, wondering what else he could possibly demand from me. "End your fucking engagement with Kieran.” His stiff tone left little room for argument. Oh, that! I shook my head, turning away. “He just lost his damn sister! I cannot. Not right this moment.” “You can and will. Call him. Text him. I don’t give a fuck but you better end that shit.” Fuck! “I will. Soon.” Of course I couldn't string Kieran along. I trembled at the mere idea of dealing him another blow right after the death of his beloved sister. A tear trickled down my face. “Do you actually love him?” He asked, anger rippling with each word.  I rubbed my temples. The stress of this damn mate bond would eat me alive. “Of course not. But circumstances…” “Circumstances being you are my fucking mate! Mine to claim. Mine to own. Mine to cherish. Mine to love. Mine to fucking obsess over. You, Gems, have always been my only addiction. An addiction I have no desire to kick. Ever.” I stared at him, hopeless. I had no defenses left to fight his magnetic attraction. I allowed his gravity to grab me, suck me under, pull me into his consuming orbit. Again. Fuck!

“You.” I snapped my head up. A naked man marched into the kitchen. Heat rushed to my face. The man draped in tattoos and bronze skin glared at me. “What are you doing here?” I squeaked. “I should be the one asking you that.” He closed the gap between us, and his body slammed against mine, pinning me against the door. His hand wrapped around my neck. I dug my nails into his flesh but he didn’t flinch. “You’re with the Red Claw pack aren’t you?” He sneered and tightened his hold. “Screw…you,” I rasped. “Ezra,” Dad barked. “What?” “Put her down. She’s my daughter.” His hold loosened and I dropped to the floor. I held my neck and glared at him. “You have an eighteen-year-old daughter?” Alpha Ezra asked. Dad shrugged, “Twenty, but yes.” Summer is on the run from her former Alpha, and seeks refuge with her estranged Father. She hides a secret that could get her killed so the one person she must stay away from is the one she's drawn to the most. Alpha Ezra is sort of her Dad's best friend and logically off-limits but soon the lines between them blur and before they know it the desire is too hot to put out. Summer's past catches up with her and the only option is to cheat fate or repeat history. Ezra and Summer must work together or risk being ripped apart.

PAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1: Classroom Punishment Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone’s gone. Iva I’ve always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper… every single day. *** “Professor, you know I don’t repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I’ll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?” Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk. *** She was never supposed to want him. He was never supposed to touch her. Behind closed doors, the woman who controls the classroom becomes the one who surrenders. The student who obeys the rules becomes the one who makes them. But love is far more dangerous than desire. If they are discovered, she will lose her career. If they walk away, they will lose each other.

WARNING: This novel contains a lot of mature erotic content that explores human desire, it's not for the weak. So take note please.  If you find it offensive you are free to leave now without even going further. Please don't say I didn't warn you. Some secrets are whispered, while some are moaned. You never say it out loud. Each ending chapter leaves you aching for more. It's a pure erotic collection and unfiltered passion. So, if you are uncomfortable with the explicit scenes that cross the boundaries, then I guess this book is not for you. I’m telling you now. I repeat  Because the book itself sounds dirty from the name like hell, what do you expect? Of course, it's a smut story that takes readers on an eclectic journey with a diverse sexual landscape of characters.  It is written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace fantasies and primal imagination. So if you are searching for a hot, highly erotic, dirty, wild sex novel, then no worries, you've gotten one.  So if you think this is for you, then you should get to have a lot of power struggles, mind games, and of course moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender. The book contains: Lesbian. Gay.  Horny stepmom. Secretary and CEO. And lots more. So sit back, grab your popcorn and I bet you will enjoy it.  It is rated 18… If you can handle the heat then please let's drive in because things will be messy while reading.  Thank you.

I never thought I'd end up severely injured and lose my baby on my wedding day. That day, I walked toward my husband full of excitement, only to watch him rush right past me and straight into the arms of his secretary. Confused, I turned around and saw someone in a wedding dress lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her. It was his secretary, Quinn Fable. Steve York, my soon-to-be husband, panicked and scooped her up, but Quinn stared at me with tearful eyes, crying, “Summer, I ate the candy you gave me… Why would you want to hurt my baby? Please, Steve, save our child… please…” Steve was beside himself with rage. Without a second thought, he kicked me hard in the stomach. I collapsed into the champagne tower, shards of glass embedding into my skin. Blood poured from between my legs. Yet, they still clung to each other, crying bitterly as if I didn't exist. When the ambulance arrived, they didn't even hesitate to push me aside to save her first. “Forget about her!” Steve shouted. “Save Quinn! She's lost so much blood. She must be in terrible pain! As for Summer, that vicious witch… she deserves to die!” Due to the delay, I suffered a ruptured uterus and missed the window for proper treatment. And as if that wasn't enough, Steve personally announced that our marriage was null and void. He marched straight to the clerk's office with Quinn and made it official. On my ICU bed, I received a text from him. “Pack your things and get out. Quinn wants you out of her sight.”