Slow Bleeding Pigs

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

They say society looks down on divorced women, especially those who are no longer “beautiful” in its eyes but Amara doesn’t care. After ten years of being the perfect wife, enduring whispers about her looks, the cruel jokes about her weight, and the constant reminders from her husband that she’s “not beautiful enough,” she’s done. Her husband not only cheats on her… he moves his pregnant mistress into their marital home and flaunts her like a prize. When Amara asks for a divorce, he vows to destroy her. Promising to make her life so miserable she’ll come crawling back. But he’s wrong because Amara would rather die than return to him. In her search for a way out, she crosses paths with Lucian Rostova. He's dangerous. Ruthless and filthy rich. Lucian offers her a deal: he’ll help her ruin her ex-husband and his mistress if she agrees to marry him for one year. With her back against the wall, Amara says yes. But deals with the devil always come with a price. Will Lucian truly protect her like he promises… or will he crush her and leave her bleeding out in the cold?

They call him a monster. A killer. The rogue wolf who slaughtered his own pack. But Aria Steele knows the truth the moment she finds him bleeding at her border: Kade is her fated mate. And her father, the most ruthless alpha in North America, will rip him apart the second he finds out. Aria has three days before the full moon ceremony where she’s supposed to accept another wolf’s claim. Three days before her father discovers the rogue she’s hiding in the old cabin. Three days before the pack that wants Kade dead tracks him to her territory. But Kade is keeping secrets. Dark ones. The kind that got his entire pack slaughtered and could get Aria killed for protecting him. When bodies start appearing on Steele land, torn apart by claws that aren’t quite wolf, Aria realizes the horror: Kade’s past didn’t just follow him here. It’s already inside her gates. Now she must choose: turn in her mate to save her pack, or trust the rogue everyone says is a murderer and face the monster he’s been running from all along. Because some bonds are worth killing for. And some secrets are worth dying to protect.

By day, Alexis Sullivan plays the perfect wife. By night, she hunts werewolves. But when a mission goes wrong, she’s saved by a powerful, golden-eyed beast—Donte Salvador. He should’ve killed her. Instead, he whispered his name and left her aching for more. The next day, she walks into a business interview only to meet Gabriel Salvador, a dangerously gorgeous CEO with the same last name. His smirk is sinful, his touch lingers, and when he looks at her? It’s like he knows exactly what she tastes like. As bodies drop and secrets burn, Alexis is caught in a deadly game of obsession, betrayal… and the one man she should never crave. He’s her prey. She’s his temptation. But who’s really hunting who? ............ He watches me amused, like he’s enjoying my struggle to resist him. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, he murmurs— "You can keep pretending you don’t want this… or you can let me ruin you properly."

Billionaire Romance. After a divorce caused by miscommunication and misunderstanding, Kenna, a wealthy heiress hiding her identity for love, rekindles her relationship with her ex-husband, a billionaire CEO who is slow to see his mistake and who she truly loves. After asking Xander for a divorce because Kenna is angry that he always puts his best friend's sister first and she has to continually donate blood for Violet, and Xander does not love her. Kenna finds herself being the heir to her family's fortune, she becomes a billionaire in her own right. She does everything in her power to get back at Xander for the way he treated her and Violet who she blames for Xander not loving and wanting her like a proper wife. They are now enemies but events take place and Xander comes to realize that Violet has been stringing him along and making trouble for Kenna causing her to ask for a divorce in the first place. Eventually Xander and Kenna will end up back together and realize that they both are in love with each other.

He wasn’t supposed to be more than her driver. Just a man in a black car. Quiet. Controlled. Off-limits. But when Seraphina caught Cassian in a moment, high and vulnerable, one he thought no one would ever see, his secret… everything changed. Desire turned dangerous. Obsession turned mutual. And soon, every ride home felt like a slow, deliberate sin. What Seraphina doesn’t know is that Cassian isn’t who he says he is. Beneath the tailored suit and cool detachment hides a billionaire built on vengeance, a man who came to destroy her family for what they did to his. He meant to use her. To ruin her. But somewhere between the lies and the touch of her lips, he forgot which role he was playing, the driver, the lover, or the executioner. Now the secret that binds them could destroy them both. Because the deeper she falls for him, the closer she comes to uncovering the truth he’ll do anything to keep buried. And when love becomes the weapon, no one gets out clean.

In a world ruled by dominance and desire, being an Omega is a curse, especially when you're mine. On his eighteenth birthday, Luca wakes to a nightmare, his wolf has chosen the lowest rank of all. An Omega. The scent of submission, the mark of shame and the kind of wolf others own, use, and discard. But Luca isn’t broken, he’s burning and the only one who’s ever made him feel safe is Rafe, his best friend, his protector and his temptation. Then Rafe shifts and becomes an Alpha and their wolves recognize each other, the bond between them is instant, magnetic, and utterly forbidden. Because an Alpha claiming a Male Omega? That’s forbidden, but this Omega? He's different Now their connection is more than a secret, It’s a sin to their world, a deadly craving, slow, delicious and primal to fall into. And when one bite can seal a bond or spark a war, how long can they resist it? He’s not supposed to want him. But gods, he does. And once an Alpha touches what’s his… he never lets go.

“I want you to ruin me." He pulled back just enough to look at me, a slow, predatory smirk gracing his lips after I’d whispered in his ear. “Be careful what you wish for, little wolf,” he murmured, the name a dark caress. ************************ I vowed to stand by my Alpha. Until I discovered his secret. For six years, I believed my husband’s distance was because of his duty. I thought our cold, sexless marriage was my fault.I was wrong. The truth was on his phone, hidden in a cascade of messages that shattered my world. Now, the wife he ignored is gone. In her place, is a woman who has nothing left to lose. And when a devastating stranger with golden eyes offers me a night of reckless passion, I don’t say no. I ask him to ruin me. But my escape is short-lived. My one night stand is about to walk back into my life, and he’s the one man my husband should fear the most.

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”