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It's the final round of this year's Pack Pup Tournament. I can't take my eyes off my pup, Patrick Grant, as he wins the title. When the host calls Patrick's parents onstage to celebrate, I leap up, thrilled. But then I see Nicholas Grant, my Alpha mate, walk up with his secretary, Natalia Lawson. They stand side by side under the spotlight, kissing Patrick on both cheeks. It's as if Natalia is the mother, as if she's the Luna of our pack, as if they're the perfect family. I can only stand there in the audience, feeling the weight of countless startled stares, too ashamed to lift my head. Later, Nicholas brushes the incident off. "You were seated farther back. It was easier to bring Natalia up on stage," he explains. Easier? I swallow the humiliation and force myself to believe it was just an unfortunate coincidence—until today, that is. I sense through our blood bond that something's wrong with Patrick, so I drop everything and race to the pack hospital. But when I arrive, Patrick is lying in Natalia's lap, whining to her in a soft voice. I step forward to introduce myself, but the healer only looks surprised. "The emergency contact form lists Natalia as his mom, though." It turns out Patrick himself had stripped me of my role as his mother. And Nicholas didn't stop him. I finally understand. I don't belong in this family anymore. That night, I tell Nicholas I want to dissolve the mate bond between us. He doesn't even look up as he says, "Don't be dramatic. You'd dissolve our bond over a single name on a form?" "Yes."

Milo never expected survival to look like this. At twenty-one, he’s spent most of his life drifting, bruised by the world and too soft to fight back. His beauty makes people underestimate him; his fragility makes them think they can shape him. Isaak is a walking contradiction: cold-eyed, dark-inked, and terrifyingly controlled. At thirty-one, he has carved his body and his life into hard, elegant precision. Power clings to him as naturally as oxygen, and people follow him even when they don’t understand why. To him, Milo isn’t fragile. He’s fascinating. He’s something worth remaking. Kasym, older by barely a year, is the opposite—a broad, golden-haired monolith of warmth and violence. He smiles easily, loves fiercely, and destroys without remorse. Under his tattoos and bruised knuckles lies a heart that has bled too often, yet still hungers for someone to protect. He sees Milo’s softness and doesn’t want to change it. He wants to guard it with his teeth. But three hearts are not easily aligned. Isaak’s possessiveness clashes with Kasym’s tenderness, and both men fear that the softness they worship will shatter under the weight of their devotion. Milo must learn to navigate two hungers, two ways of loving that demand more than he has ever given. The question isn’t whether he belongs to them—it’s whether they can learn to belong to each other without destroying the boy who binds them. This is a love story built not on simplicity but on collision—where surrender becomes power, devotion becomes war, and three lives entwine in a bond too fierce to break.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

I moaned out his name. "Damien, you are not trying hard to get me, yet .." He smirked and whispered to my ears. "I like being hard, Not "trying" hard." His hand grazed mine, sending a shiver straight to places I didn’t know I could feel. Damien’s smirk was wicked, his eyes dark with desire, and my body betrayed me with every glance. I wanted him, yet my heart longed for someone gentler, someone who could love me without burning me alive. Ethan’s soft voice behind me made my chest ache, reminding me there was a different way to feel alive...a way that felt safe, tender, and real. Torn between lust and love, every heartbeat became my dangerous game.” *** When Lila Sinclair’s mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses. The only person who can take her in is her mother’s past lover, Sebastian Blackwood; a wealthy, commanding man with a family of his own. Adopted temporarily into his household, Lila finds herself living with two stepbrothers who will change her life forever: Damien, the dark, irresistible older brother who ignites every forbidden desire...and Ethan, the sweet, caring younger brother who makes her heart feel at home.But time is against her. Her adoption isn’t legal, and after one year, Lila must marry one of them to remain in the country. With 365 nights of temptation, passion, and secrets ahead, she must choose between the fire of lust and the warmth of love, knowing that every choice could shatter her world...

He asked me to take everything. Every kiss. Every fight. Every quiet morning he ever let himself be soft with me. Every single memory of the five years we spent loving each other in secret. He said it was the only way to keep me safe. That if he walked into the enemy’s camp knowing he had a mate, they would use me to destroy him. So he asked me to hold his memories inside me, like I was a box he could trust, and he promised he would come back for them in six months. That was five years ago. Caius is home now. But he doesn’t remember me. He doesn’t remember any of it. And the worst part? He is falling in love with me all over again, slowly, the way he did the first time, and I am standing here with all of him inside my head, watching him meet me like a stranger. I know every single thing about him. His nightmares. The way he takes his coffee. The scar on his ribcage from the night he almost died protecting me. The exact words he said when he first told me he loved me. He knows nothing about me. And now the people he spent five years hunting are closing in, the mission is falling apart, and the only way to save him is to give him back everything he asked me to take. But if I do that, he will remember everything they did to me while he was gone. And the Caius who remembers is not the kind of man who lets things go.

“Go on, Grenade. Pull the trigger.” An annoying smirk was plastered on his face, as he leaned on the wall. My heart contracted, and my eyes stung. A click of my gun, and all these would be over. This was the mission I'd worked so hard on. “Wasn't this what you wanted, Grenade? Wasn't this your plan all along, when you snaked into my life, pretending to be who you weren't? Why are you hesitating, then?” “For the last time, Dante, my name is West. Don't ever call me Grenade.” I hissed. He advanced towards me slowly. “I don't care if I die now, Grenade. But don't you ever let the King of Hearts fall into the wrong hands. Give it to me.” His tone was soft, yet there was no denying the order behind it. “You wish.” *** West, the most powerful undercover agent for Lucchese, is suddenly given a mission by her Capo. She is to infiltrate a powerful Mafia group in Italy, and make the boss let down his guard around her. And then, she has to bring back 'The King of Hearts,' a powerful computer program that's capable of destroying, and changing the world. But she must never fall in love with him. However, her mission isn't going to be as easy as it seems. Especially as she unravels the secrets surrounding her birth, discovering that her whole existence is a lie. In the midst of all, the cold hearted West finds herself falling for Capo Dante, the head of the 'Ndrangheta, and her enemy. There was one rule, and one rule only… The King of Hearts must never ever fall into the wrong hands. But…who was the bad guy? (#1 The Mafia Princess Series)

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT!!! “ Isabella Cross, I will marry you to fulfill the alliance agreement, going back on it will deem my position in the clan. And before you get your hopes high, let me make something clear to you. You’ll never be my Luna, you’ll never be my mate and you’ll never share my bed. You mean absolutely nothing to me. His voice was cruel and there was a snarl on his lips.” “Reject me and set me free Arden, You can't keep what you don't want in your possession.” His eyes became stony and his soft lips which were the color of blood, curled up amusingly. He moved closer to me, so close that our nose was almost touching. I felt his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing became hitched and my legs became so feeble. The attraction between us was too strong to ignore. Couldn't he feel it too? “ Nope! I won't reject you but you will stay in this pack and suffer for your dad’s treachery. I won't kill you but you will beg for death yourself.” Isabella Cross, a silver-eyed girl, was hated by her Dad from birth and was given out as a gift to the most ruthless and cruel Alpha in exchange for an alliance. What happens when she finds out that she feels a mate bond with her husband and brother-in-law? One was her doom while the other was her one true love. Would she be able to fight and conquer her storms to be with him? Let's find out in this heart-racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and misery.

Ashley was an enthusiastic student for her upcoming bright future, but her dreams were crushed when she found out her beloved younger sister Amelia didn't come home after the party and got kidnapped. Feels responsible for her sister’s kidnapping. She was determined to find her at any cost. Every path she walked got closed for her, leaving nothing in her hand. Devastated and desperate for help, she is lured to unknown purgatory in search of her sister. She Waltzes in the Dane of a lion, leaving her self-respect behind, finding herself to become his maid. Agreed to serve him who was just waiting to devour her, tore her apart, change her up even if she couldn’t recognize herself. She didn't know, she was just an ignorant pawn moved according to the wish of Satan of that purgatory, Adonis Igor. The emerging Mafia lord of North America, who used to swim in the sea of fire. Fate has decided to make him hear the sound of his heart. Which was begging for someone’s care, to let it with the touch of a soft hand. But he had already planned to challenge his destiny to create a deadly weapon from a delicate rose, a way to fulfill his revenge by turning her into an assassin, the medium of his revenge. He is fully prepared to strike, but the secret she was holding in her belly had the power to slice his conception. Teaching his heart to beat again, only for her but giving a chance to the person who had already trodden an innocent soul of her, is not that simple nor easy to accept. Warning it's erotica, read with your consciousness.

"I...don't... I don't... remember anything...." I stammered as I gripped my head, the throbbing pain in my head was already getting worse. "I don't even remember my name." Tears slid down my dirt stained face, the pain from the headache and the fear of my situation only made it more difficult to stop crying. "Hey!" His soft, yet hard eyes locked with mine as he touched my shoulder gently. "I am here for you." His words was oddly reassuringly, even if I don't know who he is, I felt comfortable in his presence. An ambitious werewolf gathers an army of forbidden soldiers, werewolves and vampires together in one force against the human race, he wishes to dominate politically and socially, annihilating the weaker race (Humans). Now one step is left for him, he must mate with the last surviving Lycan, the only surviving daughter of the most influential family known as Golden Corporation, the political and economical gods on the earth. The incident on one fateful night results in Natasha loosing her memories. Faced with an opportunity of controlling the last possible Lycan alive, he fabricate lies on who killed her parents and convinced her to join his course. Groomed into a merciless killer by the man that killed her parents and brainwashed into agreeing to become his mate for what he calls the "greater good.", Natasha Nightshade becomes a shadow of herself, lost in a labyrinth of self discovery, tormented by nightmares that seemed to be memories of her past, and now the Luna of a powerful and ruthless Werewolf kingdom, she stumbles upon a prisoner, brought in to be executed, a man that looked like the light at the end of her dark tunnel and somehow seems oddly familiar.

He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next. "Strip." It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her? "What… what was that?" She asked innocently. "Strip, Nancy." "I won't." "So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though" "You won't." She said firmly "Won't I?" She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes. "Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold. "Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.” "No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.” ***** Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter. But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife. But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.