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Andrea has always being her twin's shadow. The quiet, obedient daughter cast aside for being less than perfect Aria, the ruthless perfectionist is engaged to the dangerously powerful Mafia King, Alexander Hawthorne. But perfection slips When Aria’s betrayal destroys Alexander’s only lead to his missing parents, he doesn’t want revenge, he wants ruin. He wants to do something to her that will redefine the word sadistic. Terrified of the monster she’s let loose, Aria forces Andrea into a deadly swap, using a secret from their past to blackmail her. On their wedding day Andrea is publicly humiliated when someone finds Alexander being intimate with the daughter of an ambassador. The guests mock and ridicule her for not being able to keep her man. Even though her marriage was a lie she still felt humiliated. Andrea arrives at the Hawthorne estate expecting tedious chores and slandering. Instead, she becomes a prisoner in rough sheets and locked doors. Alexander doesn’t see innocence. He sees betrayal. He plans to make her pay for every lie, every secret, including a horrific crime against his cook’s daughter. But Andrea isn’t Aria. She tries hard not to slip or act out of character. But Aria wasn't just a spoilt brat, she had gotten on nerves of many evil people and they want a pound of her flesh. As Aria's enemies close in on Andrea and the truth threatens to explode, Alexander has to protect the woman he had wanted to badly hurt. Andrea has to make a choice. Tell Alexander she's not who he thinks she is or let the secret she's kept for years get exposed and face the wrath of her parents and the law.

Nova Greyveil was born to lead her pack, and to prove it, she beat every fighter her father threw at her, only to be told her future is a marriage deal she never agreed to: Marry the Alpha King. So she rejected him and disappeared. Disguised as “Ash Darvin", she sneaks into Vordrak Academy, a ruthless all-male training ground where alphas are built, broken, and buried. One slip means exposure. Exposure means death. She thought surviving Vordrak would be the hard part. Then she meets Caden Voss. Cold. Precise. Dangerous. The academy’s strongest fighter and the only one who keeps looking at her like he can see straight through the mask she’s wearing and to top it off, he is her roommate. The longer she stays, the harder it gets to hide. Not just her identity, but what his presence is doing to her. Because in Vordrak, secrets don’t stay hidden. And neither does desire.

“I’m not a slut!” I shot back, clearly irritated. He let out a dry laugh, taking a step closer to me. “You are right, you are not a slut.” He curled his index finger under my chin, his eyes locked with mine. “You are my slut.” **** When a mysterious monster virus breaks out in a once peaceful pack and every clue points at an elite high school, Noah Wolfclaw, an Alpha Prince is sent by his father to Danville High, undercover. The plan was to not draw attention to himself until he had figured out what the school had to do with the Virus but his plan becomes difficult when he becomes tangled with Astrid Moon, a timid, wolfless omega who has been bullied her entire life. What happens when Noah discovers his mate behind the walls of a school that held many secrets? What happens when Danville’s secrets are finally out in the open and he eventually has to choose between love and duty?

I joined the Order of Valhalla Bridge because it was simple; they get the jobs; they send you your assignment, and once completed you get paid. That's exactly how this assignment was supposed to go. Just somewhere along the way, the web became so tangled. One slip messed up everything, now my target has turned into the hunter, intent on making me his prey. Determined to take what he thinks is his. Why would he think I was his Bride? They ordered my team to track him down, recover what was stolen, and kill him. Yet I reacted to his touch. If The Order found out, I would be dishonored. Now I am stuck between a possessive Alpha obsessed with a new toy, a vampire who thinks me his bride and a Berserker intent on winning me. What could possibly go wrong?

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

At dinner, my wife's little brother Darren shot me a nasty look. "Other guys hook their wife's brother up with houses and cars. Mine won't shut up about covering a lousy twenty grand. "Wade Watson, transfer your house to me today, or I swear, I'll make my sister divorce you." My hand stalled mid-serve as I placed food on my pregnant wife's plate. That house was all my parents left me. Best school district in the city. Worth over three hundred grand. I looked at Vanessa, waiting for her to back me up. For the baby. She slammed an abortion appointment slip onto the table. "It's because I married a useless guy like you that my brother still isn't married. Wade, you get one choice—the baby or the house."

"What's your problem?" Morgana asked, frustrated. "You don't get it. You're like the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I seriously can't let you go. I mean it." Drake replied, his eyes scanning everything that would be his to explore after she says 'YES'. "You're being creepy, you know. Want us to get violent? Cuz I'm all for it." She wasn't loosing her cool now. Drake just chuckled at that. "You know there's a way to solve this." He said. She rolled her eyes, but he took it as a clue to move on. "Let me kiss you." "What!" "I'm serious. If you surrender yourself to me for five minutes and you don't feel like you want more of me, I will get off your back." He said, faking a serious expression. "You're crazy." "You're curious." "Shut up!" "Try it. The best way to get rid of me. Cool deal." He coarsed. After a few minutes of contemplating, she finally agreed, folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes. How cute, he thought staring at her. "If you disturb me after this, then you're dead." She said, wondering why he hasn't gotten the clue that she's ready. ........... One minute..... Two...... Three....... Four..... five..... "Why did you stop?" Eyes misty and breath ragged, Morgana's gaze continued to hold his own. His smirk made her realized what had just transpired. Damn it! "Baby, five minutes are over. It's up to you now. Should I continue?" He asked, his hands still playing a few magic to keep her in mood. "There are so many stuff we would explore together. Believe me baby, you're gonna enjoy them." He added, seeing how she was about to get herself together. "You asshole!" She cursed. "What did I do?" "Go on." "Hmm?" "Kiss me." She glared at him, but reached for his lips this time. The damn CEO is a good kisser and this cat couldn't resist the temptation.

NOTE: THE BOOK IS A SERIES OF SHORT TWISTED SMUT STORIES. Vanessa is the assassin trained in seduction and the perfect kill. Her target is the King himself and the plan is simple: infiltrate his bedchamber, ensnare him with her body, and slip the dagger between his ribs before dawn. No attachments. No mercy. But the moment their eyes meet for the first time, everything shatters. Gracie’s marriage has a dysfunction: she no longer enjoys sex with her husband just after a year anniversary. But when the estate owner’s widow who just moved in next to them begins her nightly rendezvous, Gracie cannot stop watching her fuck herself under the moonlights. Is that the spark that she needs? And other filthy stories for your consumption. So buckle up, lovers, because this is only the beginning. The next series is already simmering, hotter, filthier, and ready to drag you deeper into the dark. Stay wet. Stay ready.

{MATURE — mid slow burn with yearning MMC. Knotting, claiming, mate frenzy and rutting. Check the trigger warnings. The FMC is a plus-size woman who insecure about her body, but as the book progresses, she'll learn to love herself.} ✧ SNIPPET ✧ My body hummed with desire as I tilted my head. "Fuck, you smell so good, sweetheart." He nipped at my jaw, his voice rough and primal. "I want to pound you so hard, knot you, and breed you with our pups." I gasped, clutching his shirt. "What are you waiting for? " I whispered. "Claim me. Mark me. And make me yours." His eyes flashed, and a growl rumbled through him. "Careful, sweetheart. Once I claim you, you'll be mine—body, heart, and soul." "Then take me." ~**~ Christmas was meant to be magical—yet for Rosie Martinez, it became the night her world ended. A cruel bet. A viral video. A betrayal that left her reputation in ruins. Desperate to breathe again, Rosie runs to a quiet mountain town where no one knows her name—where she hopes she can disappear. She didn't expect him. Jude Winters—hockey captain, future Alpha of the Winters Pack, and the stranger who saved her in the snow. The moment he touched her, he knew. Mate. His. Forever. Rosie has no idea what she is to him. No clue about the supernatural world hidden beneath this frozen town. She only feels the way her body awakens around him… and the way he watches her like she's the only woman he's ever wanted. But when her past crashes into their peaceful relationship—threatening the one person he cares about—Jude's control snaps. And Rosie learns the truth: Wolves are real. Mates are fated. And she's his. And Jude Winters will burn the world before he lets anyone take her away.

TRIGGER WARNING 🔞 This novel contains mature themes intended for ADULT READERS ONLY. Future chapters will include explicit sexual content, graphic erotic scenes, and explicit dialogue that may not be suitable for all audiences. Lights off. Masks on. Rules carved in stone. In a world where love is nothing two broken souls make a pact of pleasure only. No love allowed. Purple Hearts has learned the hard way that love destroys everything it touches. Echo Reid knows love is a lie. Scarred by a past he can’t outrun, For him, intimacy is just a game—a way to numb the pain that never truly fades. “Spread your legs, my sweet Purple,” he groans against her skin, his voice dark “Please…” she begs, her nails digging into his back as pride dissolving “Please what?” he teases, dark and dangerous. “I want you inside me,” she rasps, sweat beading on her forehead as she surrenders to the stranger who makes her feel more alive. His lips trace paths of fire across her body, sending jolts of unfamiliar ecstasy through her veins. But when her hands fly to his face, almost tearing away the mask that hides him from her, he pulls back—cold, sharp, unforgiving. “Sweet Purple,” he says, a smile playing at his lips, “remember the rules.” Before she can apologize, he’s gone—vanishing into the shadows as if he was never there at all, leaving her alone in the silence. “Until we meet again.” But what happens when the masks start to slip? When the lines between pleasure and pain blur? When two people who swore they’d never love again find themselves craving more than just a moment in the dark? Is love truly a tragedy… or could it be the only thing that can save them both?