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BLURB Maya Rossi was the "Ice Princess" until a bone-shattering fall turned her into a punchline. Now, the only way to keep her scholarship is to survive a forced partnership with Julian Thorne—the hockey team’s most violent enforcer. He’s a storm of aggression and secrets; she’s a hollow shell of her former self. But as the fake smiles they put on for the cameras start to feel real, a devastating secret threatens to crack the very ice they’re standing on. When the spotlight returns, will Julian be the one to catch her, or is he the one who’s been waiting for her to fall?

"Mrs. Gardner, are you sure you want to hire our team to stage a fire and fake your death in ten days?" Camellia Shaw paused for a moment. Just as she was about to reply to the message, a video call suddenly popped up. "Camellia, look! Andres is spending a fortune on you again!" The video was of an auction in progress. At the front, a man of striking elegance and charm was decisively bidding on several antique collectibles worth hundreds of millions. The crowd was already abuzz with excitement. "Mr. Gardner is so good to his wife! He bought all these antiques just to make her smile!" "$400 million is nothing! I heard Mr. Gardner even built her a private estate and named it Eterna Haven. Just the name alone is proof of how much he loves her." A wealthy businessman nearby sneered. "It's all for show. Who knows what he's really like behind closed doors?" That comment immediately sparked a wave of backlash. Many argued back, talking about how devoted Andres Gardner was to his wife. As she listened to their murmurs, Camellia forced a bitter smile.

“What do you want?" A smile played on his lips. “I'll tell you five things.” He slowly walked around me. I tried not look at him as I waited for whatever he wanted to say. “One, I will make love to you and you will enjoy it.” He smirked when he saw the look on my face. “You're insane if you think..” “Second, I will make love to you over and over again, any day, anytime I want.” He grinned when I got uncomfortable. “Mr. Grey ..” “Third, you will not tell anyone, not even Vera. You will not tell her you've been fucking her husband.” He smiled. “I want to see you try.” I snapped. “I will not let you get away with this.” “Four, I will divorce Vera because it's you that I want.” My heart skipped a beat. Why is he doing this? “You will not hurt Vera like that. I will not let you.” I said, moving closer to him. “Fifth, we will get married and live happily ever after and you'll give me babies and you will not feel bad for your sister.” He concluded.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

Demie Argento has been living alone in Italy since her parents died when she was 18. Until then, she worked hard for herself everyday, not noticing that she’s been out of her league. A 24 year old woman, who had just graduated. Living alone on their house, without gimmicks and fun. She then admitted to herself that she needs to spice things up, if she doesn't want to grow old, a virgin. And she will do that on her birthday, and that is on the day of Christmas. Right timing, their family friend invited her to spend the Christmas with them, so Demie's plan was immediately formed. She will surrender her virginity to Alastair, her childhood sweetheart. However , things went wrong. Because on that night, she surrendered herself to Alastair’s older brother, Alessandro. Will a mistake spice Demie's life completely? Would they try to make it right? Or will it be just a forever hot mistake in Christmas?

Framed for her father’s murder and betrayed by the people she loved, Nina Davies loses everything: her family, her freedom, and her identity. Left for dead in a fiery explosion, she survives but is mistaken for another woman, Lauren Hilton, a wealthy lawyer with a distant husband, Drew, and a neglected child. Given a chance to reclaim her life, Nina assumes Lauren’s identity, determined to uncover the truth and take back what was stolen.   But Drew is watching her closely. His wife was once cold and indifferent, so why is she suddenly passionate, fierce, and unlike the woman he married? As their marriage rekindles with unexpected desire, Nina finds herself torn between revenge and the man whose love she was never meant to have.   With her past threatening to expose her, Nina must play the most dangerous game of all: fooling the man who now holds her heart while uncovering the truth that could set her free, or destroy her for good.  Which would she choose? Read and find out.

He was raised by blood and fire. She was born from loss and buried memories. Lorenzo is a ruthless mafia king—cold, calculating, and feared across Chicago and New York. Groomed to inherit an empire soaked in violence, he has spent his life clawing his way toward one goal: freedom. Three more years, and he plans to walk away from the underworld forever, leaving the bloodstained crown behind. But fate has other plans. Mel lives a quiet life defined by art, guilt, and responsibility. Haunted by dreams of a boy with mismatched eyes and surrounded by roses, she believes they are nothing more than fragments of her imagination—until those dreams begin to feel dangerously real. When their worlds collide, buried truths resurface. The boy Lorenzo once was. The girl he once saved. A promise neither of them remembers making—but never truly broke. As enemies close in and the past claws its way back to the surface, Lorenzo must choose between the empire he was born to rule and the woman who could destroy it. Loving her means risking everything—his power, his future, and the carefully controlled monster he’s become. Because some roses don’t bloom to be protected. They bloom to bring kings to their knees. And in a world of thorns, love may be the deadliest weapon of all.

“You’re nothing without me, Emery.” “You’re just a stupid orphan, with a silly life and you’ll always be caught in the crossfire. Wolfless. Unwanted. You're a body to satisfy me when I need it.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Emery has always known herself as the reject. Despite being the Alpha King’s mate she has to watch him marry someone else because unlike her, she has a wolf. His bride is the daughter of a famous Alpha and a prosperous pack. Unlike her, she won’t bring disgrace to him by being his Luna. The reality of the truth Emery would have ignored stares her right in the face and as she’s to be shipped into exile, Nikolai’s new bride sends for her life. Left with no other option Emery flees into the woods and passes out at the feet of a mysterious stranger. As time goes on she realizes she’s just been thrust into the midst of something more dangerous than she could ever imagine. And with an even more dangerous secret of her own too. She’s pregnant with Nikolai’s child, so fleeing her now rejected mate isn’t all she has to do. Will Emery break like she’s always been told she will? And will Nikolai, relentless in his want for Emery, finally see that the woman he wants will not be at his side as a slave, but as his equal, no matter the consequence?

My parents died when I was ten years old, but a big shot in Jade City adopted me. It was rumored that Sean Graham was a cruel and violent man, but he doted on me for nearly ten years. He booked the advertising screens in the city to celebrate my birthday and promised to marry me when I got drunk and pestered him about it. I called him Uncle Sean at his request. Fear gripped me when I woke up in his bed every morning, but I kept it a secret. Yet one time, we accidentally slept with each other. I got pregnant with his child and wanted to keep it, but I knew I would not live for much longer. One day, I heard his conversation with a servant. “Clean up Zella’s room for Yulia.” “But Mr. Graham, Miss Cooper has been staying there for ten years. Didn’t you design it for her?” “No, I only let her stay there because Yulia had gone abroad.” I touched my belly as disappointment gripped me. It turned out that the man who had promised to provide me with a home as long as he lived wanted to drive me away.

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Warning ? ? ? this books consist of different erotica short stories, they are not long stories, and also 18+ content ahead, if you're below 18 please refrain from reading You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”