Rubble Marshall Paw Patrol

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.

Having stripped off the Luna position because of her husband's death, Ophelia is made a rogue by her late husband's half-brother after he takes over the Alpha throne. She's been struggling to make ends meet until one year later, someone shows up at the tavern where she works with the news, "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Mystified, Ophelia didn't know whether to be sated or frightened. She shifted into her wolf and ran to the council hall in fast gallops, only to see the man she mourned for one year because he wasn't completely hers. Finlay Dupree wasn't dead, he was the only survivor of the death trap set by the Barbarian pack members. He was interrogated by the elders because he was believed to be dead after his headless body was buried and funeral rites were performed. Ophelia reclaims her position as Luna over the Crimson Paw pack, however something doesn't seem right with the Alpha. Dislike was a mutual feeling and common between them, because Ophelia was married off to Finlay as a debt repayment owed by her father. Finlay had a mistress whom he loved. However, he's been a different person since his return. Showing interest in Ophelia and becoming more considerate than normal. Ophelia is still having doubts about him, but the redness in his eyes when he shifts into his wolf gives out that he's truly an Alpha. Truly, an Impostor wouldn't uphold such supremacy? Aside that, the man is hell-bent on making her fall in love with him. Now, is he truly Alpha Finlay who's changed after survival? Or an Impostor trying to make her believe his lie so he'd never get caught?

Amelia grew up noticing that her family never gave her much attention compared to a maid's child, whose daughter was showered by countless adoration and love by her own parents. At first, she thought that it was normal however, as years passed by, she grew to learn the unfair treatment her family was showing which caused her to grow cold with her blood relatives, especially with her father. One day, she was inside a bar taking drinks when a man who is assumed to be around his early thirty's approached her. The man was drunk and a little sketchy which made her want to avoid him but for some reason, she couldn't. There was something that was pulling her back into her seat, probably the foreign sensation or new found affection from talking with a stranger. The two will then start dating until a woman named Feline comes into the picture. She was also in love with Samuel which ultimately led to their rivalry. Amelia was in the middle of getting her revenge with the same woman when she reported her to her family. It led her to being scolded at home and finding out that all this time, Feline was her half-sister; the daughter of her father with another woman. Broken hearted from the notion, Amelia finds herself running towards Samuel's doorstep only to be met with another mischief. It just so happens that the same day she went to his house was the day; she met the same man she met at the bar that night. He reintroduces himself as Marshall and according to him; he was there with a restraining order in his hand.

If you ask Olivia Marshall, she would tell you that being a billionaire's wife is not always as it seems, especially when your husband is toxic and abusive.      Olivia stays married to her first love, Sebastian Gilbert, through his abuse and infidelity for the sake of their daughter. All that changes when she hooks up with a stranger after discovering her husband's mistress.      To her greatest surprise, the stranger is no ordinary man. He is Desmond Wrightwood, a tech billionaire, and her husband's greatest rival. Desmond is charming, a good father figure and most importantly, madly in love with Olivia. What started as a one-night stand slowly blossoms into a love like nothing Olivia had ever experienced before. The new, passion filled relationship prompts Olivia to finally divorce Sebastian.      It is clear to Olivia that Desmond loves her and her daughter more than Sebastian ever did. But roses do not come without thorns. Olivia is shattered by a shocking discovery about the man who made her give love a second chance. Her hero, her daughter's new father figure, her Desmond. Olivia is terrible at letting go, but she cannot be with a man she distrusts.      Soon, Olivia suffers a great loss, leaving her shattered and depressed. Sebastian returns a changed man, begging for her forgiveness but Desmond refuses to leave her side. Olivia must choose between the man who hurt her for years, and the man who came into her life with deceit. The man she loved first and the man she loved last. To make it worse, she's choosing between brothers.     

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

Clara posted a photo of her ultrasound on Instagram. "Thanks to your bloodline, I finally have my own little pup." I stared at the ultrasound. Ryan's name was written clearly in the field for the father. I typed a single question mark in the comments. Ryan called me immediately, screaming his head off. "Celine, what the hell is wrong with you? Clara is dying from silver poisoning. This was her final wish! Can't you show some damn compassion?" "Kaleb was my brother. He's gone, and it's my duty to look after his mate! She just wanted a pup to keep her company in her final days. Do you really have to be this petty?" I gripped my phone until my knuckles turned white. Clara was Ryan's childhood sweetheart. They grew up together in the Dark Moon Pack before she married Ryan's best friend, Kaleb. Six months ago, Kaleb was killed by rogues during a border patrol, leaving Clara a widow. Shortly after, she was diagnosed with late-stage silver poisoning. She has at most a year left to live. But I never imagined Ryan's "care" would go this far. A little while later, Clara posted a new set of photos. She was in a luxury high-rise apartment downtown. The city skyline stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the kitchen was bathed in a warm glow. "So glad you're here to make me feel the warmth of a home again." In the photo, I saw a man's back as he busied himself in the kitchen wearing an apron. It was Ryan. The sight was so familiar it made my eyes sting. I rubbed my stomach, thinking about the pregnancy I'd confirmed just two weeks ago. I suddenly let out a sharp laugh. This mate bond? It's time to end it.

On the day of Winter Hunt, Grayson Ashcroft, the future Alpha of the pack, successfully hunts down a white deer, which is very rare to be seen in the woods. He's about to give the prize to me when Raven Black, a she-wolf who has just joined the Northwind pack, speaks up. She points at the deer while saying, "Grayson, you promised that you'd give me a present. Is it okay if I ask for that present to be this deer?" I am Grayson's mate. Before the hunt, Grayson has vowed to the Moon Goddess that he'll give me the first prey he has hunted. All the wolves await the humiliating moment when Raven's request will get turned down. Surprisingly, Grayson gives her the white deer instead. "Since you like the deer that much, you can have it. Winters in the north can be very harsh and cold. I'll have someone make the deer's pelt into a cloak that you can wear." All the wolves in the pack turn to look at me at that moment. Feeling rather conflicted, Grayson says to me, "Ella, I'll give you something else that's better next time. Just let Raven have the white deer today, okay?" It has been less than half a year since Raven joined the Northwind pack. But during those months, Grayson has repeatedly asked me to give away a few things so far. This includes a silver ring that has his baby fang embedded in it, the spot next to him during the Full Moon Assembly, and the bear paw that he has severed during his first solo hunt. As I gaze at Grayson, who expects me to obey him as always, I can only smile in a self-derogatory manner. Since he wants me to let Raven have her way all the time, I might as well give this mate of mine to her at this point. Yes, I don't want him anymore.

The world used to be at Katniss Valenciaga's feet. She was a princess, an Alpha King's daughter. Beauty, intelligence, wealth, power, and a gorgeous mate, she had it all. Although she was born without a wolf and there were people who secretly hated her for it, she didn't care as long as she was loved by the people who mattered to her. But Katniss' world had turned upside down on the day of her wedding. Her father was betrayed by his subordinates and was accused of treason. Their entire clan had to face the punishment. Her father sacrificed his life to help her escape while her mother and brothers were caught and will soon be executed. Her groom, friends, and the people she trusted all turned their backs on her. Out of desperation, Katniss went to the forbidden tower where the strongest hybrid Blade Marshall lived. He was imprisoned there by the Mages for his devious acts. Others even referred to him as the 'Devil King'. They said there was no one more manipulative and more vicious than him. Only a desperate person would seek for a devil. And Katniss was that person. As devious as they say Blade was, he was her only salvation. She came to the tower and freed him. She sold her blood, body, and soul to him in exchange of her family's safety and of the revenge she was planning. With Blade's help, Katniss was on the verge of succeeding when she suddenly encountered the biggest hindrance that could change the rules of the game completely: she had fallen in love with the devil. With her heart now on the line, could she still emerge victorious?

The day I was awarded the highest service medal, I got a call that my grandfather had died. My superiors approved emergency leave, and I rushed straight back to the family estate without stopping. The moment I reached the hillside cemetery behind the house, what I saw snapped something inside me. Our family burial ground had been completely leveled. My parents' graves had been dug open. Their urns had been turned into flower pot bases, with dark-red roses planted right on top of them. My grandfather's coffin had been split apart. His body was left exposed in the dirt, already starting to rot. And my younger brother, Jerry Horton, who was on the autism spectrum, was being ordered around like a laborer by my husband's assistant, Digby Wolfe, hauling construction materials back and forth. I lost it. I grabbed Digby and slammed him into the ground with a hard shoulder throw. "You touched my family's graves and made my brother do manual labor. Are you trying to get buried here with them?" Digby coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, sneering at me. "This was Mr. Gray's decision. He said your family plot is in a good location, with plenty of space. It's perfect for building a golf course for the future Mrs. Gray. In Joule, Mr. Gray is the law." His tone was icy. "And who do you think you are?" I swallowed my rage and called Marshall Gray. "I hear you run Joule," I said. "Well, I'm about to change that."

Content Warning This collection is straight-up explicit erotica for adults 18+ only. Expect raw, graphic sex scenes with rough play, power dynamics, taboo elements (including step-family), group action, dominance/submission, risky/public settings, and plenty of filthy language. No gentle foreplay, no fade-to-black — just intense, unfiltered fucking. If hardcore stuff isn’t your thing, skip this one. In this collection, expect Highway Patrol Threesome — Two badass female cops pull over a smug driver late at night. The stop turns wild: he’s cuffed to the hood while they take turns riding him under flashing blue and red lights, trading filthy orders and sharing every drop. Step-Sister’s Late-Night Visit Built-up tension snaps when his teasing step-sister sneaks into his bed after midnight. She climbs on top; he flips her, pins her wrists, and fucks her rough against the headboard, trading dirty secrets they’ll both pretend to forget. Gym Locker Room Surrender The trainer catches a regular stretching alone after close. Door locked, he pins her to the lockers, hooks one leg over his shoulder, and pounds her standing until her screams bounce off the tiles and her legs give out. Secluded Beach Takeover— A bronzed stranger spots a woman sunbathing topless on a hidden shore. No chit-chat — he drops between her thighs, yanks the bikini aside, and fucks her right there on the towel with waves crashing nearby. Neighbor’s Midnight Intrusion The rough guy next door scales her balcony after dark and finds her waiting in lingerie. He tosses her on the bed, spreads her wide, and gives her slow, punishing strokes that rattle the headboard against the wall. And many more that will make you wet. Read if you are ready to cum harder than you ever have.