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{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE.} “Won’t you like to open your gift, Bambi?” It wasn’t a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca…..the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. “Now his eyes will never trouble you again.” He said it like he’d given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn’t just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn’t born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

Sa ikatlong taon ng kasal ni Demux at Aimee. Hindi inakala ni Aimee na doon niya malalaman ang matagal ng gustong malaman tungkol sa kanyang asawa. Sa wakas natuklasan ni Aimee kung sino ang lihim at pinakatagong mistress ni Demux. Hindi na pala kailangan lumayo ni Aimee. Dahil ang babae ng kanyang asawa ay walang iba kundi ang kanyang hipag. Si Bella pala ang babaeng matagal ng hinahanap ni Aimee na siyang nagpapahirap sa pagsasama nilang dalawa. Nang gabing pumanaw ang panganay na kapatid Aimee wala man lang makikita na awa, simpatsa, lungkot at malasakit sa mga mata ni Demux. Kahit pa kitang kita sa asawa nitong si Aimee ang labis na sakit at pangungulila dahil sa pagkawala ng kapatid nito. Mula ng araw na ‘yun prinotektahan ni Demux at Aimee ang asawa ng kanyang kapatid na si Bella sa lahat. Ngunit isang ahas pala ang inaalagaan ni Aimee ng lubos. Dahil sa nalaman ni nais ni Aimee na malaman mula sa dalawa ang totoo, kinausap niya ang mga ito. Nalaman ni Aimee na planado talaga ang lahat. Imbis na kalinawan ang makuha sa paghahanap niya ng katotohanan, sakit at kawalan ng respeto sa kanyang sarili ang kanyang nakuha. Demux proposes an urgent divorce. Dahil wala naman ng nakikitang bukas si Aimee sa lalaki agad niya itong sinang-ayunan. Walang nakuha si Aimee mula sa asawa. But Demux make sure na nakuha niya sa babae ang lahat. Ngunit sa likod ng kabiguan at betrayal na nakuha ni Aimee may isang lalaki ang nag-aabang ng tyempo para makamit na ang pangarap na kaligayahan kasama ang babae. Ang lalaki ay kilalang Big Boss sa business world. And that man named Eleazar Medrano. The man who can make the universe scream in so much fear, sa isang bitaw lang ng salita.

"If staying in prison is too harsh, warming my bed should be better, right?" He whispered into my ears, his eyes burning and his tone husky. With a push, I landed on his bed, my body shaking violently under his burning gaze, "For a filthy whore, fucking you gently isn't a punishment so I've prepared some things for you," Xavier bent over, revealing his perfect set of abs and his strong abdominal muscles. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up, showing me sets of sex toys he had prepared for me. "Shout for me, slut!" "Scream, Whore," Slowly but steadily, I became Xavier's bed warmer and sex toy... But what could be more achy than forbidden love? I got pregnant for my brother! However, Liam entered and gave me a new chance. "I will love you, fight for you, and make him pay," This was his vow to me~

Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her... What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off? "His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added. Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds. "I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips. "How about now?" He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me. His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt. "Don't bother. No one will believe you,"

They meet in a quiet moments at dawn, a love so deep yet so painfully wrong. But the vows they took, the rings they wear are chains of promise they both must bear. Yet in the silence, their hearts still scream for the life together that can only be a dream. This is the story of Chris and Shey, their love that is left behind.

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them. Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name. Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they fuck you into the mattress. Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined. Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg. Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely. This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours. Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you. Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall, you’ll beg to be destroyed. Welcome to your new addiction.

She didn't mean to moan when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand between her thighs, his breath scorching against her ear. "You're soaking, little Omega," Damien growled. "Tell me-did you think of us when you touched yourself at night? Or did you cry and clench your legs shut like a good little liar?" She trembled and her body ached for more. Lucian's voice came next, rough and dark. "You ran from us. Left us hard and hungry. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to feel your cunt grip my cock?" Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, dragging her back into his chest with a growl. "You belong to us, Omega. Say it, or I'll bend you over this desk and make you remember with every inch." She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came. "Say it," Damien snapped. "Say who owns this filthy little body." The mate bond snapped, it was wild and irresponsible. She burned for them, and ached for them. And when she ran, they hunted. Now they've found her again, and she was trembling, slick, lying to herself with every breath she takes. But there's no more mercy. She'll scream when they mark her. Shake when they knot her. Break when they bond her. "You were made for our cocks, little mate," Lucian whispers, licking her tears. "Now open your mouth and show us how sorry you are." This time, they don't make love. They destroy her and she begs for more.

ISOLDE: “I’m a witch. I don't believe the moon goddess can pair me with any wolf, especially one from the royalty. That's why I chose my path early, marrying the love of my life, Alpha King Rowan. We have been married for over five years now, even though we have no children.” “But now…everything has changed. He is no longer the man I fell in love with, he denied me of every right after marrying his fated mate, and the worst? I found out that his younger brother is my fated mate.” “How do I tell Alpha King Rowan that his younger brother is my mate? Or will he release me immediately when he finds out?” FINNIAN: “I left home to train at seventeen years old, taking our father's step to become a warrior worthy of protecting our family and our pack. I couldn't witness my brother's marriage, but he always spoke of his wife as if she were the moon goddess herself–beautiful, kind, perfect.” “Now, I'm back, to witness the opposite of what my brother has been singing to me. But the moon goddess did me dirty when I found out that the woman I was supposed to love, protect, and care for turned out to be Isolde.” “How can I watch him maltreated her…when my wolf and every instinct in me scream that she's mine?”

“The monster you’re talking about,” I muttered, my heart pounding furiously against my chest. “Let it out. I want to feel it,” He smirked, the type that sent shivers down your spine. The type that warned you ‘never make a deal with the devil’ kind. “Watch your tongue, darling,” His cold deep voice had its way of doing something to my stomach, especially when he laid threats. “I don't fuck like a gentleman. I also don't fuck like a monster,” he strides towards me, pinning his gaze on my body. “I fuck like the devil in your nightmares, and you’ll scream like I am your God.” A contract relationship. Signed by ink in words. It was supposed to be a contract, but it was a trap: “Both parties expressly agree that this arrangement is strictly contractual in nature and devoid of any emotional or romantic involvement. Any demonstration of affection, emotional attachment, or behavior suggestive of romantic intent shall constitute a material breach of contract. Violation of this clause will result in immediate termination of the agreement, and the offending party shall forfeit all benefits, assets, or compensations received under this contract. This clause is non-negotiable and emphasized as a binding condition of the agreement.” However, there was another; “Party A must be in a perfect health condition.” *** Olivia Hayes is terminally ill and suffers from cancer. She has lived all her life prioritizing her mother’s health condition until one sentence shattered her dynamism; “I’m sorry, Miss Hayes. The results confirm it is cancer.” With her mother in a critical condition, she struggles to raise the funds for immediate treatment not until her encounter with Ezekiel Grayson, a cold heartless CEO offering a contract that could directly change her life… and destroy it forever.