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Belle is an ordinary teenager, she has few friends, she goes to school (and she hates it), she has three triplet brothers who would do anything to protect their little sister. She is just like the others with one detail: everyone around her is werewolves, vampires, angels, giants, dragons, witches... In any case, they are not beings of this world. She will have to, with her partner and friends, recruit allies for the coming war, yet, in addition to everything, she discovers something that will change her whole life. Belle's fate is written in the red moon.

WARNING: 18+ ONLY Brutal, unsparing erotica that doesn't whisper, it snarls. Expect razor-sharp detail: filthy dialogue, cruel dominance, intoxicating betrayal, steep age gaps, wedding-ring treason, multi-mouth worship, heart-stopping public risk, outdoor exposure, vicious switches, slow-tease torture exploding into violence, and orgasms so relentless they feel like punishment. These stories aren't fantasies; they're invasions. If your pulse isn't already racing, leave now. Once you're inside, the only way out is spent, shaking, and begging for round two. Read. Surrender. Ruin yourself.

The mind of protagonist Zea, a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge against the President of the United States. The reason? Zea's father was executed on orders from the President after he was found guilty of attempting to assassinate him and killing the president's daughter, Mia. Fueled by anger and a deep sense of injustice, Zea spends 15 years meticulously planning her revenge, studying every detail of the President's security and devising a plan to kill him. But as Zea gets closer to her target, she begins to question whether her actions will actually bring her the closure she seeks or simply perpetuate a cycle of violence.

Lilith Mendez is the Cupid of the city and owner of The Billionaire Matchmaking Agency. She’s known for her professionalism, attention to detail, and discretion. But her dating life is abysmal until an alluring stranger enters her life. Despite the warning bells, she considers opening herself up to the possibility of romance…until things go awry. She’s found herself in the wrong situation with a powerful and dangerous man. Rescued by Cristo, her friend and billionaire-in-shining-armor, Lilith's tempted by his assurances of protection and passion. In this tangled web of deception, lies, and broken promises, what can Lilith do when the promise of relief makes her want so much more?

Naughty & untamed is packed with filthy, hardcore sex scenes that don’t hold back. It dives deep into raw, taboo desires—rough, dirty, and unfiltered. You’ll find fathers doing the unthinkable , athletes pounding each other’s tight holes, step-brothers breaking every rule, dominant nurses and professors fucking their subs hard, and girls taking control with ruthless domination. There’s screaming, pounding squirting, cum, and sweat everywhere. No limits, no apologies—just brutal, hungry fucking that comes with dominance , submission, and forbidden lust. If you want every twisted kink and filthy fantasy unleashed in ruthless detail, this collection will shove it deep and leave you panting and dripping for more.

WARNING: Strictly for Adults 18+ This collection dives straight into hardcore, no-holds-barred erotica. Graphic fucking, raw dirty talk, dominance, surrender, high-stakes risk, taboo lines crossed, cheating spouses, massive age differences, group play, BDSM intensity, gangbangs, public exposure, outdoor pounding, and relentless, shameless orgasms. These tales are built to make you throb, soak through your panties, and leak pre-come. If any of that crosses your limits, close this now. Once you start, you'll devour every dripping detail until nothing's left unsaid. Crack it open and let the cravings take over. Zero forgiveness. Zero shame. Only thick, pulsing depravity. Rated 18+.

It was just a simple cut and a few droplets of blood on her shirt. Until one day, Prescilla Hope Santiago began seeking a bigger and way messier one thinking that it will resolve everything in an instant. But Prescilla doesn't want it to be that easy. She wants to prepare every detail of it in a way that will pay off the sins she had committed. There was already a blueprint for what was about to come but it was shattered and cut into small pieces when a man named Waldo Vidal came into her life acting like it was his mission to save the broken woman that she is from her almost ending life. She's a sinner. But he thinks otherwise. Will she believe him? Or will she continue her grandest plan to end everything? 

Blurb: ​They took everything from me. My husband faked his death, leaving me with $50 million in debt. My best friend stole my designs and my daughter, who now calls her "Mommy." They left me broken, scarred, and left for dead. ​But they made one mistake. ​When I wake up the day before my life was destroyed, I'm not the naive woman they remember. I have every detail of their betrayal, and this time, I’m not running from the storm. I am the storm. ​With the help of the man I should have never let go, I will turn their perfect plan into a nightmare. They think they’re building an empire. I'm going to burn it to the ground. Some debts can’t be paid in cash, only in ruin.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.