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She was born without the sacred crescent mark that crowns the worthy. Reduced to shadows and servitude, Ashley Voss has spent her life protecting the only soul who ever showed her kindness: her half-sister Clara, the perfect Luna-to-be. But when the dangerously magnetic heir Damien Blackwood coldly declares his plan to impregnate Ashley in a ritual claiming and then discarding her to preserve Clara's purity, something ancient awakens. One stolen glance ignites an impossible true mate bond, a feral hunger neither can deny. Caught between loyalty to her sister, her father's wrath, and a desire that could shatter empires, Ashley must choose: safeguard the sister who deserves the crown or surrender to the brutal alpha who was never meant to crave the unmarked girl. One night of raw, desperate passion. One forbidden bite. And a deadly dawn duel where love will either rise victorious or bleed out on frozen ground.

His hands framed my throat, his thumb tracing my racing pulse. Desire darkened his gaze. “Say it,” he whispered, raw and commanding. “Say who you belong to.” “You,” I gasped, voice breaking into a moan as his rhythm consumed me. “I’m yours.” His mouth claimed mine, all fire and hunger. ⸻ Talia never expected her worst nightmare to be her destined mate. Cassian — the boy who made her life a living hell, the one she swore she’d never forgive — turned out to be the one fate chose for her. Now bound by a force stronger than hate, she must decide if love can bloom where pain once lived… or if some scars run too deep. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Because in the shadows waits another bond, a second mate whose touch feels just as forbidden… and just as inevitable.

A fiercely independent and highly disciplined art student, known for her intense focus and guarded nature, is meticulously planning her final thesis exhibition – a project she sees as her only path to healing from a past betrayal that left her emotionally scarred. Her carefully constructed world is upended when a plumbing disaster in the dorms forces her into a temporary, shared apartment with the university's star rugby captain. He's a charismatic, powerful 'golden retriever' type, known for his easy charm and protective instincts, but also carries the weight of his own family's expectations. Initially, she views him as a loud, distracting presence, leading to clashes over shared space and differing lifestyles. However, the rugby captain is 'immediately obsessed' with her quiet intensity and the raw emotion in her art. He actively seeks to understand her, offering unwavering support and protection, especially when her past trauma threatens to derail her artistic process.

Some desires are too dirty to say out loud… and some are too hot to resist. Illicit Desires plunges you into a world where lust rules and every boundary is shattered. Feel the tension between a hands-on professor and his wet, trembling student, a doctor who crosses the line with his patient in stolen moments, a boss taking what she’s been craving from her secretary, strangers colliding in dark alleys, lovers tearing each other apart in hotel rooms and couples pushing every limit of obsession, kink and raw craving. Every story drips with greedy, filthy and unapologetic lust. These are not fantasies you can just read; they are experiences you feel. Every whispered confession, every possessive grip, every slick, sticky, skin-on-skin moment will leave you breathless, flushed, and aching for more. Warning: This book contains graphic sexual content, explicit language and adult situations. Definitely not for the faint-hearted..

“He gave my heart to my mother. So I gave my hand to his father.” When Elara discovers that her fiancé — the man she thought she’d spend forever with — has been sleeping with her own mother just days before their wedding, something inside her shatters. The betrayal isn’t just personal; it’s humiliating, raw, and unforgettable. Instead of collapsing, Elara makes a silent vow: they’ll all pay. And her revenge begins not with a knife, but with a smile. Her target? His father — a cold, enigmatic billionaire who’s always kept his distance from the family drama. She slips into his world like smoke, slowly making herself indispensable… and irresistible. But as lines blur between vengeance and desire, Elara faces a dangerous truth: some hearts are easier to burn than others. And love, even when born of revenge, can destroy everything.

“You drive me crazy, but I don’t mind being crazy for you,” Zane groaned, his fingers trailing my inner thighs, his ragged breaths hot against my skin. “Za…ne.. this… is wrong,” I stuttered, my voice low. “I’m… getting married to your uncle tomorrow..” In the cutthroat world of Chicago’s NHL, Zane Callahan rules the ice, his raw power hiding a past of dark secrets and betrayal. When rookie journalist Lila Harper is sent to interview the brooding hockey star, their clash sparks a firestorm of enmity and undeniable desire. As Lila fights to prove herself in a hostile newsroom, Zane battles his demons, their stolen kisses igniting a dangerous obsession. But a web of enemies—led by a vengeful twin and a manipulative predator—threatens to tear them apart. With secrets unraveling and lives on the line, Zane and Lila must confront their pasts to forge a love worth fighting for. Will they conquer the shadows, or will the ice claim their hearts?

Mia's world turned upside down the day her own flesh and blood, her father, traded her to the creatures of the night. She was powerless in the face of his betrayal, forced into a life of servitude and submission at the hands of her new masters. The darkness of her captivity surrounded her like a shroud. Yet, amidst the hopelessness and fear that threatened to consume her, Mia struggles with an unexpected and forbidden emotion: attraction. Her captor was unlike any other creature she had encountered before - powerful, alluring, and utterly captivating. Despite her anger and resentment towards him for holding her captive, Mia could not help but be drawn to the raw power and magnetism that he exuded. She wondered how long she could resist the pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. But even as she grappled with her feelings, Mia remained determined to escape her captors and break free from the chains that bound her.

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

Soy una mujer lobo, con ocho meses de embarazo del cachorro híbrido de mi compañero vampiro. Cuando comenzaron las contracciones, mi compañero vampiro, Justin, me encerró en un ataúd de hielo tallado con runas destinadas a suprimir el parto. Grité. Le supliqué. Y él solo dijo: —Espera. Pero todo esto era por su amor de la infancia. Isolde. La vampira de sangre pura había usado magia oscura de sangre para gestar a su heredero de sangre pura sin haber tenido relaciones. El primer niño vampiro nacido en un milenio recibiría la bendición suprema del Progenitor. Purificaría la línea de sangre. Rompería una maldición que se había estado gestando durante generaciones. —Ese honor le pertenece al niño de Isolde —dijo Justin, con la voz absolutamente gélida—. Ya tienes mi amor, Gracie. Este ataúd solo garantiza que des a luz después que ella. El dolor de las contracciones me desgarraba. Le supliqué que me llevara al Santuario de la Fuente de Sangre. Sin embargo, se inclinó hacia mí con sus dedos fríos sujetando mi barbilla. —Deja de actuar. Debí haberlo visto antes. Tú nunca me amaste. Eras una paria en el mundo de los hombres lobo. Solo querías mi poder y mi título. Estás tan desesperada que pondrías en riesgo a nuestro hijo con tus trucos salvajes de loba, solo para arruinar la bendición de un sangre pura… Eres venenosa. Las lágrimas corrían por mi rostro. Temblaba, mi voz estaba hecha pedazos. —El cachorro ya viene… no puedo detenerlo. Por favor, haré un juramento de sangre. No me importa la bendición. ¡Solo te quiero a ti! Él se burló, con un destello de dolorosa traición en sus ojos. —Si me amaras, no habrías ido corriendo con mi madre. No le habrías envenenado la mente contra Isolde. Volveré después de que ella reciba la bendición. Después de todo, el niño que llevas también es mío. Después de eso, se quedó montando guardia afuera del santuario donde el ritual de Isolde se llevó a cabo. No volvió a pensar en mí. No hasta que vio el halo de la bendición coronar a Isolde. Fue entonces que ordenó a su siervo de sangre que me liberara. Pero la voz del esclavo temblaba de terror. —Mi lord… Lady Gracie y el niño… sus signos de vida… han desaparecido. En ese instante, el mundo de Justin se hizo añicos.

My younger brother told me he was overwhelmed by school stress and had developed depression. I tried to help by encouraging him to seek treatment, drawing from my own experience with the illness. However, my mother blamed me, accusing me of passing the depression onto him. She took me to a witch, who locked me in the house. Every day, the witch used willow branches to drive away evil spirits, beating me until my skin was raw, forcing me to drink filthy water, and making me bleed. "This is the only way to banish the evil and bless your little brother." After enduring days of torment, my depression worsened, and I chose to end my life. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my brother first confessed his depression. I looked at my body—whole and unharmed. This time, I will make them pay for everything I endured.