Rod Reiss

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood. Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride. On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride. Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir. But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation. He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife. "She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death." He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside. Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

My mom believed in one thing above all else: being number one. To achieve that, she created a strict daily schedule and even developed a monitoring app that required us to submit reports every day. Anyone who failed to rank first according to the app's evaluation would be tied to a chair and severely punished. No matter how difficult the task was, my younger brother, Jason Hunt, could always complete it and receive a perfect score. Even when he actually ranked last, the monitoring software would still display him in first place. As for me, a single misspelled word was enough to trigger a failing warning from the app, followed immediately by my mom's harsh punishment. At first, I tried to explain. Later, I stayed silent. In the end, I could only kneel and beg. My mom remained unmoved. "Trash doesn't deserve sympathy," she said coldly. "You'll thank me when you become successful in the future." On the first day of the New Year, my mom took Jason out to visit our relatives and exchange greetings. I, meanwhile, was burning with a high fever and could not even finish the day's assignments. Ignoring my illness, my mom dragged me into a bathtub filled with ice. "If you're trying to escape studying, you don't deserve to live," she said. "Pretending to be sick? If you've got the guts, then just die already." She forced my head underwater and raised a rod, smashing it against my skull again and again. I begged desperately for mercy, but it was futile. My mom left with Jason, and I curled up alone on the floor. She was right. Only those who work hard deserve to live.

"Beg for it," Zane murmured, pressing his fingers into Asher's jaw painfully until the omega parted his lips with a whimper. "Please let me suck your cock.” Asher pleaded, eyes wet with tears as he eyed Zane’s fat, leaking rod like it was his most prized possession. ````` HE WAS BORN TO INHERIT AN EMPIRE... UNTIL ONE SINGLE MISTAKE COST HIM EVERYTHING! Heir to an empire with a last name that opens every door, Asher West was powerful. An Alpha bred to be dominant, Asher takes what he wants and never looks back. But for all his arrogance, Asher had two weaknesses. His taste for danger…and his blistering, malignant, and seething HATRED for his half-brother, Zane West. And that hatred was the key to his downfall. Now stripped of his status, his pride, and his biology, Asher finds himself trapped in an Omega’s body, in a world that only worships the strength of an Alpha. And worse, the man holding the leash is none other than the one he hated the most. His half-brother, now his master. Zane West. He was the bastard no one wanted. After a decade of being abused and bullied by Asher West, ignored by the West Clan, there was no mercy or humanity left in Zane’s gaze, only the promise of ownership. And the slow, patient destruction of the golden prince who once ruled him. Zane doesn’t want love. Or even forgiveness. He wants to own Asher, furrow deep into his skull until his entire existence revolves around pleasing him, Zane West. But there’s a problem…Asher won’t go down without a fight, and Zane…at his core was still an Alpha whose primal instinct is to protect his Omega. Who will end up taming whom?

“I’m s-sorry,” Katiya moaned, her body vibrating due to the intensity of the vibrator he was using on her. “You seem to like being punished, Katiya,” he groaned, using his cock to tease her red, moist and slippery pussy, not removing the vibrator from her clit. “Alex please,” Katiya's begs came as a satisfying moan to his ears, as she struggled against the rod she was cuffed to. “Tell me, love. You want my cock?” “Hmm,” she whimpered, silently praying for him to put it in already. “As you wish, baby girl,” he groaned, thrusting his full length and girth in, very very slowly, making her realize this was not for her pleasure but her punishment for not carrying out his orders. “Such a beautiful, sexy, tight, sweet, wet, disobedient little girl…” ******** Katiya's life is turned upside down when her father falls into a coma, and her wicked step-family throws her and her father away. Desperate to save her father's life and somehow live a better life, she enters into a contractual friends-with-benefits relationship with the guy who deflowered and gave her, her first orgasm, Alexander Brown. However, things take a turn when she breaks his first most important rule. Alexander believes she did it on purpose and ends everything with her hereby chasing her away from his side and country. That's not all, when he decides to take her back, things get worse when he realizes she's connected to an event in his past, an event that haunts him to date. Will she be able to live happily with her lover or will the past push them further away?

His mouth dropped to my neck, luscious lips skimming down until he licked the wound in my shoulder. His mark. I shivered out of raw desire. "The Alphas are outside this door. You're keeping them waiting." My voice sounded more like a moan. "They can wait." He stared at me through his long lashes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "You're liking this, aren't you?" He pulled my waist to him till I felt every ridge of his hard, strong body. His stiff rod dug into my back. "Feel that?" he pushed me closer, "Ever fucked a full-spirited Lycan on a full moon?" He mumbled into my ear and let out a chuckle that made my nipples tighten to pebbles against the soft fabric of my robe. "Right now, I will stretch you to your limits, trap my cum inside of you, while your sweet little cunt milks me again and again and again." "And you will forget everything except my name because you'll be screaming it loud enough to wake the dead." "By the time I slip out of you, you're going to be full with my seed, drenched in my scent, and want nothing more than for me to bend you over and fuck you till you can no longer walk." I turned to him, my clit throbbing, "Please." I whispered. *** Freya Spencer watched her mother die at the hands of both her father and a witch who pretended to be her mother's best friend. She was also the witch that cursed the Lycan king. Alpha Zane is the dark Lycan king of Adivaine who Freya was gambled off to. He needs to find his reborn mate to break his curse or lose his throne. What happens when he discovers that Freya is his mate?

"I moaned, bringing my thighs wide, further. "Do you like it, Sienna?" I nodded like an idiot, forgetting the fact that he was my stepbrother. "I do like it, Soren." My breath caught in my chest as I felt warm juice spill through my punani, "I love it, Soren. Everything you do to me." ***** The confused, pleasure-hungry nerd who fell for her stepbrothers? That was me, Sienna Cruz. At first, I thought I'd be able to conquer the urge of wanting my stepbrothers but no, I fell more deeper—lost in the ocean of depravity and Sin. Simon is the calm one, we were close. He was soft hearted and I liked him. Whenever we talked, I would find myself staring at his bulge. His morning erection was damn beautiful. He would ask, "Sienna, are you okay?" I would nod, lying I was but deep down what I craved was every inch of him. All that wanted to break from my lips was "Bury your cock deep in my pussy. Break every wall of restriction." And Soren? He was the demon amongst the twin brothers. I thought I hated him until I found myself staring way too much at the photo mom forced us to take during summer. His Ocean Blue eyes pulled me in. The arrogant smirk on his face spelt more than it looked. He was way too charming. Who did I like more? Simon or Soren? I swear I do not know. Soren was a demon, yet I find myself crawling back to his bed and when Simon flashed that cute smile at me? It made me helpless. Soren's charm was more gripping. I fantasized a lot about his rod and all I wanted was for him to ruin me in the worst way ever.

Cinco años después de mi muerte, mi esposa, la médica Elba Latapí, quiso volver a endilgarme la culpa de un caso de negligencia médica para encubrir a su primer amor. Con un documento falsificado en la mano, se plantó en mi antiguo departamento, pero solo encontró el lugar cubierto de polvo. Entró en pánico y bajó corriendo a preguntarle a Julio Melgar, el dueño de la tienda de abajo, por mi paradero. Pero él le respondió: —¿Antonio Alcayaga? Murió hace cinco años. La familia de la víctima de aquel caso de negligencia médica lo acorraló ahí y le dio más de diez puñaladas. Elba no le creyó. Estaba convencida de que yo había sobornado al dueño del local y de que él estaba mintiendo para cubrirme. Rodó los ojos, curvó los labios con desprecio y resopló: —¿Así que ahora, solo porque lo suspendieron por dos años, me sale con este teatrito? Dile que, si no aparece en tres días, dejaré de pagar el tratamiento contra el cáncer de su hermana. Después de soltar esas palabras, se fue entre maldiciones y azotó la puerta al salir. El dueño la vio alejarse, negó con la cabeza y dejó escapar un suspiro. —¿Qué hermana? Ella ya murió hace muchísimo tiempo… porque no tenían dinero para costear el tratamiento.