Slow Cook Artinya

Kain Morozov is the most dangerous cleaner in the European underworld and entirely without mercy. When the man that raised him murdered his pregnant girlfriend and tries to force him into their service, he responds the only way he knows how: he attends their dinner party and kills everyone at the table. Everyone except the girl sitting across from him. Tatiana Morozov is twenty-two, sheltered to the point of suffocation, sharp-tongued and completely unprepared for the world her parents kept her sealed away from. She is also the only person Kain has ever been unable to kill, because she looked up at him across a dinner table with blood on her face and his dead mother's eyes shone through. He takes her to protect her. She sees it as kidnapping. What follows is a slow, furious, devastating collision between a broken soul who doesn't know he's capable of gentleness and a naive girl who doesn't know the world she grew up in was built on bodies. Between them stands Julian Ashford, handsome, warm, attentive, everything Kain is not.

Everly’s family is unique. Her father is a demigod of Death and her mother is a lycan, making Everly and her siblings unique hybrids with intense abilities. Eighteen doesn’t mean much for an immortal, but it does mean freedom. Everly finally gets to leave her coven’s realm and explore the human realm on her own. Determined to prove herself worthy of her family’s name, Everly sets off on a simple mission. Go to the music academy and reap the soul of the phantom that haunts it. It should be simple, but things are far from simple when Everly gets paired with the dark, mysterious, and good looking Sebastian for a performance. Things heat up between them as they rehearse for their roles to perform two songs from a beloved musical that hits closer to home for Sebastian than Ever realizes. What happens when Ever discovers Sebastian is the phantom and a hybrid that should not exist? As their slow burn of desire ignites into burning flames neither can ignore, new challenges come their way. They must work together to save the other spirits being trapped by Sebastian’s wicked half-brother, who is hell bent on revenge.

I should step back. But I don’t. His hand slides to my waist, firm, deliberate. Not asking. Claiming. My stomach tightens, heat curling low, and I feel every inch of him before I even see him. He’s behind me, close enough that I can feel his breath at my neck. My pulse stutters as his fingers trace slow, unhurried circles up my back, and I know I should pull away… but I can’t. His lips brush my neck. Not a kiss yet, just the promise of it. My head tilts back before I can stop myself, back arching like my body is betraying me. Then he speaks. Low, calm, in control “Don’t make a sound.” A shiver runs through me. Not from fear. Not exactly. From… him. He’s in control. I can’t fight it. I don’t want to. And somewhere deep inside, I realize the terrifying truth: I’m letting him have me.

In the dim glow of his office, Professor Adrian Knight had his star student bent over the desk, her skirt shoved up her waist as he thrust deep and slow, his voice low growl against her ear. "Quiet, Miss Sinclair... or the whole university will hear how wet your professor makes you." By day, Juliet Sinclair is Veridian University's brilliant top student. By night, she's Luna, the most coveted pole dancer at Midnight Eclipse, stripping and grinding for cash to save her dying mother. Their forbidden hunger was never supposed to happen. But one stolen kiss shattered every rule. Now, a ruthless VIP client and Adrian's vengeful ex-wife are closing in with blackmail, leaked videos, and deadly threats. One wrong move, and Juliet loses everything, her degree, her mother's life, and the dangerously addictive man who owns her body and soul. She was his best student by day... and his most dangerous secret by night. In a world that demands they stay apart, how far will they go to stay together? SHHHH... PROFESSOR A scorching forbidden professor-student dark romance.

Little Swan was never meant to be free. An SSS+ omega— rare, priceless… and destined to be owned. So he hid. Behind a mask. Behind a lie. Behind the identity of a ruthless mafia lord feared across the underground world. Until one mistake changed everything. One glance. One moment of weakness. One man—Cassian Vesper. His enemy. His obsession. The alpha who marked him… and then tried to kill him. This time, Little Swan won’t run. He’ll get closer. Closer as the omega Cassian bought at an auction. Closer as the bodyguard Cassian trusts with his life. Closer… until there’s no escape left. Because this isn’t just love. It’s a trap. A seduction. A slow, deliberate descent into madness. Cassian thinks he’s in control. He thinks the fragile beauty in his bed belongs to him. But he’s wrong. Terribly, dangerously wrong. Because Little Swan doesn’t plan to be owned— He plans to own. But when secrets unravel, enemies close in, and the truth threatens to destroy everything— Will Cassian still choose him… or will he pull the trigger again?

I was never meant to be wanted. I was too much too wide, too soft, too full in all the places that made men forget their vows, their loyalty, their mates. My stepmother saw it as a curse. So she did what any desperate, jealous woman would do she sold me. Packaged me up like something shameful and shipped me off to Alpha Dane Blackwood, the most feared Alpha in the northern territories. A man they whispered about in hushed, pitying tones. Powerful beyond measure. Cold beyond feeling. And completely, devastatingly impotent unable to bond, unable to mate, uninterested in a Luna. I was supposed to be safe in my invisibility. I was supposed to disappear quietly into his rejection. But the moment Alpha Dane's eyes moved over my body slow, dark, and burning like something long starved, I realized that the rumors were about to become very, very wrong. And when the mating bond snapped into place between us like a chain neither of us had asked for, I understood the most terrifying truth of all. I was never a burden. I was always a reckoning.

“Ma’am, there’s no marriage record between you and Mr. Mark Henderson in the system.” My fingers tightened around the pregnancy report as my legs nearly gave out beneath me. Five years ago, Mark was recruited by a top law firm abroad with a high-paying offer. Without hesitation, I followed him across the ocean. He had told me, “Once I’m settled, I’ll take care of your status.” However, five years had passed, and my lawful permanent residence was still “in process.” Meanwhile, his assistant, Tonya Irving, who followed him abroad, had secured hers under his sponsorship. Back then, I made a scene, insisting on a divorce so I could return home. For the first time, the ever-composed Mark, an attorney, lost his calm. He grabbed my hand and said, “Tonya’s all alone out here, and it hasn’t been easy for her. Helping her is just the right thing to do. You’re my wife. Your status is only a matter of time. My work is sensitive right now, and I need to avoid any complications. You understand, don’t you?” But I had understood him for five whole years. My phone suddenly rang. Mark’s voice came through, light with laughter. “Tonya’s permanent residence was approved today. We’re celebrating tonight. I need you to get home early and cook up a feast.” I stared at the marriage license in my hand—now nothing more than a worthless piece of paper. A cold chill spread down my spine. As it turned out, I was never his legal wife. I had no legal status and no protection, much less rights secured for the child I was carrying. After hanging up, I scheduled an abortion and booked the earliest flight home. This time, I wouldn’t look back.

I've been chasing after Howard Chapman for 20 years. A week before our graduation ceremony, we slept together every night, burning through ten boxes of condoms in just as many days. When I bring him our 11th box of condoms, he turns me away as he's working on his thesis. Worried about his health, I buy him some supplements instead. But as I stand outside his door, about to hand them over, I catch him poking holes in the condoms. His friend chuckles and says, "You're still sneaking Selena Reed birth control pills, huh? You're the only one who'd cook up such a scheme. Selena doesn't know she's already swallowed ten of them, does she? If she did, she'd throw a huge tantrum." Howard snorts. "I wouldn't even touch her if I didn't need her to try the pills and help me figure out which one causes the fewest side effects. "Lizzy's got a weak immune system. She's not as tough as Selena, so I have to be more careful with her. Besides, Selena and I are engaged. There'll be plenty of time to nurse her back to health after the wedding. I won't owe her anything." His friends cackle at his response. "You're not wrong. Selena's been pursuing you for 20 years. She's probably over the moon to marry you. She'd probably hand you her uterus if you asked for it—birth control pills are nothing to her." Howard had just proposed to me yesterday, in front of the whole college. My tears spatter onto the supplement box as I turn to leave. Howard has made his choice, and it's only right that I honor it.

“You are driving me crazy” the stranger murmured, his voice low and strained. “I need you right now.” “Then take it, take the wheel and give me a good ride” I whispered with reckless abandon. “It seems your p**sy is also sobbing?” His breath skimmed my neck, slow and deliberate as he slipped a finger into it. “Fuck me already” I begged. This sin tested like everything I vowed not to commit but too late, I've lost control. For five years, Camille Christopher Hayes played the role of the obedient wife to a narcissistic, cheating husband who stripped her of her voice, her dreams, and her freedom. Until the night she snapped. And ended up having a one night stand with a stranger in the dark. A man who turned out to be her husband’s powerful boss. and his secret stepfather. The almighty Duke Smith. Older. Ruthless and devastatingly irresistible—with a sprinkle of scandal, who was also rumored to be impotent. Yet one forbidden night shatters every lie, leaving the allegedly barren Camille pregnant and entangled in a passion powerful enough to destroy empires.

To save Hugh, I took the hit—literally. The kidnappers beat me so bad I ended up with a brain hemorrhage. My mind? Stuck at thirteen. Hugh, all guilt and promises, said, "Wenna, I'll protect you forever." And he did. He watched over me. When the house caught fire, he threw himself over me, took the burns, didn't flinch. Then came his oh-so-perfect foster sister. "Mia's not into... slow people. Maybe you should live next door," he said. And my son? The one I nearly died bringing into the world? "Stupid woman! You embarrass me and Dad. You're nothing like Aunt Mia—she's smart and pretty. If it weren't for you, she could've been my mom. You should just die!" To play hero for Mia, my son shoved me into the street. A truck did the rest. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugh proposed. This time? I wasn't here for his pity. And I sure as hell wasn't marrying him.