Something Borrowed

Cirilla's life has been in danger even before her birth. She was from the powerful bloodline of the Amnell clan of witches. Also a descent from a royal pure-blooded Alpha Hybrid. She was born with the blessings of the goddess but also cursed by her destiny. Part wolf, vampire, and witch, she was taken from her family and Pack even before she was born. After years of living her life with no knowledge of who she really is, or what she's destined for. Something awakens. With her powers unlocked, she is back into a new world where the impossible seems to exist and there's a looming darkness over the magical world, endangering every magical kind there is. High-ranking officials from different magical kinds mysteriously dying. It doesn't take long for them to realize it's a pattern and something's coming. Even worse, she seems to be the source.

I had heard about Jax Jones from the thousands of rumors circulating about him, ranging from being a killer to a mobster, even the possibility of him being a sex whatever; but I knew it wasn't true. Behind his cold looks, there was something hidden.

Runa, an eighteen year old girl, finds herself running for her life after finding out she is a hybrid. Something to eradicate. Ciaran, a ruthless alpha, softens for this female because he has a secret too. Wanted to be killed by all, will they survive what happens next?

"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * * This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

After Father's death, everything falls apart. My stepmother seizes the inheritance and leaves us with nothing. Just when I think we can finally breathe, fate hits us harder—Dongju's accident leaves him clinging to life. With hospital bills piling up, despair becomes my only currency. Then, the President Director makes an offer I can't refuse: money for Dongju's treatment, in exchange for marrying his son, Byun Baekhoon—a man whispered to be gay, and heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. I sign the contract with trembling hands, thinking it's just a business deal. But Baekhoon isn't who I expected. Behind his cold eyes and calculated words, he hides something darker—something dangerous. And the more I try to survive this marriage, the more it feels like I'm burying myself alive.

A car accident leaves me unconscious for a full three years. When I wake up, my family bursts into tears of joy. They care for me with the utmost attention. But from their behavior, I sense something is wrong. There are women's clothes in the house that don't fit me. My mother's shopping cart is filled with mysterious baby items. My father's friends send congratulatory messages about a new child, and my husband is always working overtime. When my husband once again leaves me alone under the pretext that there is something urgent at the company, I secretly follow him. Inside a warmly decorated house, my parents and husband sit around a table. A woman who looks almost exactly like me is holding a baby just a few months old, gently coaxing the child to call my husband "Daddy".

Tamara saw something she shouldn't have—werewolves. Now they followed her. When the Alpha wolf Kai touches her, silver light erupted from her hands. Turns out she's not human. She's half-witch, half-something else. Something dangerous. The moon is cracking. Sleeping old ones are awakening. And Tamara's father—the Moon King—is about to escape his prison and turn everyone into monsters. She has seven days to find the Silver Crown and stop him. But here's the terrible secret: To save the world, Tamara doesn't have to fight the Moon King. She has to become him. The prophecy never said she'd save everyone. It said she'd have to choose—let the world burn, or become the monster herself. What would you choose if saving everyone meant losing yourself forever?

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I live with a man who wants to destroy me. Stephen Kinsley doesn’t just hate me—he wants to break me. Ruin me. Make me suffer for the sins of my father, the man who murdered his mother in cold blood. Now, I’m trapped in his territory, forced to obey his rules, surrounded by a pack that would tear me apart if given the chance. Stephen watches me like a predator stalking prey. He pushes, taunts, and waits for the moment I shatter. But beneath his fury, there’s something darker. Something twisted. Because the more he hurts me, the more he seems to enjoy it. And the most terrifying part? I think I do too. This isn’t just revenge. This is war. And when it ends, one of us won’t make it out alive.