Smoke And Steel

A wild night of reckless and careless thinking, what could possibly go wrong? -----☆----- 19-year-old Jake Miller isn't your typical everyday guy, he doesn't drink, smoke, party nor does he like girls. In fact, he's an antisocial butterfly whose wings were clipped at childhood. But what happens when his new roommate asks him to accompany him to a party? An accidental kiss with a stranger was definitely NOT on his list. The kiss rocks Jake's world and he's left questioning everything he ever thought he knew about himself and his interests. 24-year-old Liam Morgan, smart, handsome and always prepared and the next CEO of a renowned empire. He thought he had his life all planned out: he'd have the perfect wife, perfect home with his dream job as CEO and most importantly, never be like his father. But then everything took a turn for the worst and he's left to re-evaluate his life. He doesn't know what to do anymore and in a moment of self pity, decides to have a wild night out. While in his drunken state, Liam accidentally kisses a total stranger not knowing the domino effect it would create. Their encounter leaves Liam questioning himself and his values. Fear and obsession soon find themselves following hard after Liam. His first chance encounter turned him into someone he vowed never to be like. With secrets cutting deep, can Liam be the guy that Jake deserves or will their chance encounter remain only but a burning memory in Liam's mind, to look but never touch? To have but never truly be yours?

'Let go of me Asher.' I yelled at him trying to escape from his steel like grip. 'No Myla, I'll never let go of you, not now, not ever. I love you Myla, can't you see that?' I stared at him shocked at his confession. I dreaded this moment all my life yet it was happening and I'm not sure how I would be able to escape this time. I clenched my fist. I have to do this, I have to let him go. 'I'm not your mate Asher. You have a mate out there waiting for you to find her.' He swallowed hard and for a moment I thought that he was going to say something but then changes his mind, instead, he pulls me by the hand and leads me away from the crowd to his room. Myla craved nothing but revenge to an extent where she was willing to die as long as she achieve it, well not until she met the her beloved, Asher. though she can only love him in secret as she knows that her life was a curse to her and the and the people around and she'd die anyways. But what happens when he stares at her with affection, adoration and...love? And then he says, 'I love you Myla, and I want nothing else in this world other than to have you, your heart, body and soul.' She whimpered biting her lips...

At first, I believed that the worst thing that could happen was my father abandoning me in that store, but I was mistaken. I was kidnapped, sold, and betrayed by the only man I trusted: my father. And I was bought by Lucian Moretti, my childhood love, Luke, who I thought was gone. "Do you remember me, Jules?” His voice was velvet over steel, low, threatening, and hauntingly familiar. Julia hadn't heard Lucian Moretti's name in almost a decade, since the boy next door disappeared without a goodbye, leaving her with only a stolen summer and a thousand unsolved questions.  Now he was no longer the boy I used to know. He was Lucian Moretti, the man who had just taken control of her life.  Julia is lured into the shadows to settle a debt she never owed, and she ends up confined in the home of the city's most feared mafia don.  BCaptivity is just the beginning.  Lucian isn't just after her body; he's seeking the truth that she is unaware she is concealing. This truth has the potential to destroy his empire.  Their reunion is not nice; it is nasty.  His smile is not tender; it is poisonous.  And what games are they playing?  It concludes with one of them kneeling. But in the dark, the line between revenge and passion blurs, and Julia is unsure if she is his prisoner... or his obsession.  Lucian desires more than just retribution; he wants "her." This time, he won't let go.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Blaze.” I whispered as I tightly clutched his silky shirt, even though it felt so right, even though everything inside me burns brighter when he looks at me— even though my knees buckled right now, when he slowly slotted his firm thigh between my legs. “You know you want it.” He slowly pressed his index finger into my mouth, and my eyes fluttered shut when he pressed an open kiss against my jaw. “But- my brother...” I mumbled around his finger, as I forced my eyes open. He lifted his thigh and pressed it against my core and I let out a stuttered cry as I threw my head back, my knees threatening to give out this time. “... doesn’t have to know.” —————— To hide her dark secrets, Tessy Roper is content with playing the good girl of her college. She keeps up to her grades, doesn’t drink or smoke or go to notorious college parties, and most definitely doesn’t involve herself with pant-dropping bad boys like Blaze Colt - feared gang leader and her elder brother’s best friend. But things take a turn for the worst when her dark secrets get exposed to Blaze Colt and the only way to protect it is to strike a dirty deal with him. Through this sinful man, she’s introduced into a world of whips and chains and one demanding master who’s determined to unravel every perfectly aligned piece of her body - and heart.

"You were his Luna," Lucien’s voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine." Evelara’s breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I’ll fall into your bed just because you’re the Supreme?" A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You’ll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit… that I’m the bond he never deserved." ——————— Evelara Stormrune’s life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again. But fate isn’t finished with her… When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not—ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own. Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole… or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?

Betrayed by the husband she'd thrown her entire life away for, Jenna faints at the cake store she'd gone to get a cake for her daughter's birthday. Her husband was cheating with his secretary. He requested for a divorce on her sick bed, claiming he wouldn't need their daughter since his concubine was pregnant with a male. An heir for his company. Left with no choice, she signed the documents. With nothing to her name, she left unaware fate had other plans. She got ran over by Brandon steel, business mogul and play boy who was looking for a wife in order in inherit his family's heritage, and things begin to sizzle and was rushed into them hospital. In his bid to help her into the ER, he caught the sight of her birthmark— a mark said to only be found on the lost heiress of a wealthy family his family was acquainted with. He ran several background checks on her and found out she had a daughter with her scumbag ex-husband who cheated on her with his secretary. Intrigued, he made her an offer. A fake contract marriage to help her get revenge and help him get his inheritance. Her daughter would also get a proper life. They both swore to themselves to keep it a no strings attached arrangements but what happens when the lines begin to blur? Would they fight the bond or embrace it? Find out in this sizzling billionaire romance tale where revenge, betrayal and family ties come to play.

Lilienne Winslow "I'm a mess of warm chaos but I won't let you see it in my eyes, I smile every time but I won't let you see the sadness behind them ,it's pathetic" Rowan Sinclair "Your chaos doesn't frighten me; it draws me in. you wear a smile that dances like sunlight through shadows, but know this, my love: I see beyond the facade. Behind those shimmering eyes lies a world of storms, and it's not pathetic, it's beautifully human. Let me be your anchor in this tempest; let me cradle your sadness and transform it into something radiant. Even when you feel lost, I'll be right here, holding you tight." Neither of them ever wished for the union of marriage, not the weight of a promise, that felt more like chains. two souls adrift, untamed, untouched by love's hand.Yet fate, with silent steps, wove them into one, In a bond neither sought, but neither could withstand. He, a man of steel, a man of few words and of unshaken resolve, She, a spirit of grace, a woman of quiet strength,carrying wounds, no one cared to see. In the quiet vows exchanged, hearts kept their guard,But in the silence between them, emotions sparked, unbarred. In his silence, she found a space to breathe. In her fragility, he found something worth protecting.

"You wanted me to fail," she yelled, her voice shaking with rage and desperation. "You wanted me to prove you right." "No." My voice was a low, feral growl. "I wanted to know if you'd stand your ground. And you did." You stood your ground, held my life in your hand, and chose to keep it breathing. That was all I needed to see. Her defiance was a thin wall, her trembling betraying her. "This doesn't make me yours." I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from hers. The scent of her… of wood smoke and sweat, and something wild and unmistakably Lyra… filled my senses. "You already are," I whispered against her lips. "Even in your hate." *************************************** Lyra, the last warrior-heir of Ravengarde, detests Kael, the cruel enemy alpha who murdered her family, burned her castle, and claimed her as his ruthless spoils. Imprisoned in his domineering Shadowfen Keep, her rage is a burning blaze, battling the forbidden, wild linkage that brings her closer with each bitter glance and each jealous touch. She promises to kill him, break free from his shadow magic, even as his control ignites a deadly, forbidden desire in her. But when Lyra learns the horrible truth… that the betrayal that had destroyed her clan was not schemed by Kael, but by her own ruthless bloodline in a lust for power… her world shatters. Every sadistic phrase, every brutal touch she endured under Kael's command now bears an abject truth: the enemy that she had sworn to kill was, in reality, protecting her, and is now very likely the only one who can save her from a much darker fate than his claim.

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak. It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people. The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips. I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room. "Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!" "That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!" "Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?" Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it. "She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?" As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.

This is a Dark BDSM Werewolf Hockey Romance. It contains themes of dub-con, heavy power exchange, and primal play. You’ve been warned: once the Alpha claims his prize, there is no skating away. "You're trembling, Prince," Kai murmured, his voice a low, vibrating growl that settled deep in my marrow. He caught my chin, forcing me to meet a gaze that burned with a predatory green fire. "Is it the cold? Or are you finally realizing that no matter how fast you skate, you can’t outrun the leash I’ve had on you since the day our parents merged the packs?" I hissed, baring my fangs, but my knees were already betraying me. "I’ll burn this whole estate to the ground before I bow to you, Kai." He leaned in, the scent of rain and cedar suffocating my senses as he nipped the sensitive skin of my throat, right where my pulse was frantic. "Then burn it, Cain. We’ll fuck in the ashes. But when the smoke clears, you’ll still be on your knees, begging for my mark. Now... spread those legs for your Alpha." THE SUMMARY For five years, Cain Hayes and Kai Mercer have lived under the same roof at the Mercer Estate, locked in a cold war of unspoken desires and jagged hatred. To the public, they are the stars of the Northbridge hockey team—rivals on the ice, brothers by law. But behind closed doors, the dynamic is far more dangerous. When a leaked video of their private "sessions" threatens to shatter the hierarchy of the Silver-Oak Pack, the fragile peace between them vaporizes. Cain tries to escape Kai’s suffocating dominance by seeking solace in the arms of a human teammate, only to find that an Alpha’s obsession