Spell Guilt

When a stubborn, narcissistic, grandiose and spoiled brat heiress meets the charismatic, aloof and grumpy local ranchero. Matthieus Morris Monferrer is still struggling with grief since his fiancée passed away two years ago. Weeping in darkness and dealing with guilt has been his heaviest burden. Way to healing process is hard to find until his best friend left his annoying fiancée in their farm. Nahalinhinan ng yamot ang lungkot na dumadagan sa dibdib niya sa araw-araw na nasa paligid niya ang spoiled-brat na si Mary Ann Aperin. Sa isang iglap ay naging isang malaking tinik ito sa kanyang lalamunan dahil sa ugali nitong pakialamera at reckless. Her kind is one he loathed the most. The spoiled-brat woman is the total opposite of his deceased fiancée. But how would he admit to himself that by dealing with that troublesome brat everyday had been the magical way for him to heal? And then all at once, in a heartbeat, seems like all the love songs were about her already. Ngunit dumating lamang ito sa buhay n'ya para buuin ang kanyang puso at wasakin itong muli.

On the day we're supposed to register our marriage, my girlfriend Jenny Sutton has me removed from the city hall. She walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Ronald Walsh. She looks at me without a flicker of guilt and says, "Ronald's kid needs his legal status sorted out. Once we divorce, I'll marry you." Everyone assumes I'll wait. I'm the devoted fool who's already waited seven years, so one more month seems trivial. That night, I went along with my family's plan and left the country for a marriage of convenience. I cut myself cleanly out of Jenny's life. Three years later, I return to the country with my wife, Ellie Olsen, who's a CEO, to pay respects at her family's graves. A last-minute issue pulls her away, and she asks the local branch to send someone to pick me up. I didn't expect Jenny, not after three years. "You have dragged this out long enough. Come back. Ronald's kid will be starting kindergarten soon. You can handle the school runs."

Hope is a seventeen year old Omega. And for as long as she can remember, she has been moving from one pack to another with her widowed mother. Hope is a loner and all she longs for is to be accepted, to have friends and not be bullied. But coming to Crescent Manes, she meets her greatest nightmare in the form of Blake Parker, soon to be the Alpha of Crescent Manes. But Blake the tormentor carries a scar, a burden that no one knows. He holds a dark secret, one if unleashed might just spell doom to the entire race of wolves. ***** "Say it, Hope," he says, his voice dangerously low as he traps me against the cool tiled wall. A shiver runs down my spine and I have to close my eyes. His voice is pulling me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asks. "No." I try to slip away but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. He presses his hard body against mine and I stifle a gasp, aware of every inch of him that is touching me. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet." He slides his hand up my skirt even as his lips trail from my neck to my collar bone. And lower. I can feel my resolve weakening as his hand reaches its destination. "Say it," he orders. I moan, dipping my head back. I want to say it, I really do. But I know that if I give in and say the words, there will be no going back.

copyright (Warning this is a dark God and Goddess novel. This is all war and manipulation. It won't be pretty at times and it may make your cringe but every scene has a purpose. You just have to keep reading to find out more) Mazaya(masaya) is the goddess of wisdom and creation she's anything but normal. she's emotionally unstable because She holds too much power. She's the only God that was born with a dark god and light God parent. It was never heard of before her. So that explains why she is the most powerful God in existence. Right? Not really because nothing is as it seems. Gods are manipulating each other left and right to prevent complete control. Things you think you know turn out to be a spell caused to protect the world. The only truth is the what they are living now. The past could be lies and there's only one way to find out the truth, to go along Mazaya's journey. One thing is true though She only has one weakness and when the most powerful Gods find it out they work to exploit it so they can control everything. The person who possesses her rules all. Will Mazaya be a pawn in this war against Gods or will she be able to free herself from some of the most ruthless Gods in existence. It' starts off slow but once you get into it it heats up and gets intense. nothing is as it seems in a world full of the most powerful gods. There will be sex scenes and at times it will seem out of there but this is a world of Dark Gods not weak mortals. And what is the way to ones soul? sex and manipulation.

For years, the witches and vampires of Shadowbrooke co-existed secretly, without much incident. Until one winter evening in 2002. Luca Delacroix was on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by his clan turned disastrous. What began as a normal night for the residents of the sleepy town ended horribly when fledgelings in blood-lust took Shadowbrooke under siege. It took a small coven of witches, a powerful spell, the Chaos Star and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian Delacroix, Luca's brother, along with several of their clan members, were eternally bound to the manor's cellar, forsaken to wither and perish from thirst. It's 2022, and Luca's returned to Shadowbrooke after two decades. His sudden reappearance threatens to destabilise the peaceful town again. He'll stop at nothing to get his brother out, and the Youngblood Coven will not hesitate to destroy him. While the witches scramble to get the missing piece of the Star of Chaos, the rune they once used against Luca's clan, he has to fight hard to stay one step ahead of them. But, his plans go awry when he meets and falls in love with Cadence Youngblood, the same woman responsible for his brother's infernal prison. Cadence is everything he shouldn't want, but for her, Luca is willing to take the backlash from his clan and risk her coven's wrath. © 2022 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers.

Fuck, I couldn’t look at him. The guilt was eating me alive, and no matter how much I tried to shove it down, it kept crawling back up. I knew the truth. And I wasn’t telling him. Not now. Not ever. “And Silas?” His voice rang softly in my ear. I kept my eyes on the road. “What?” “I’m never leaving.” The corner of my mouth twitched, but I swallowed down whatever stupid response was about to come out. Yeah, he could say that now. But he didn’t know. If he did? He’d be gone. Some things weren’t meant to be shared. Some things stayed buried. This was one of them. ~~~ Accused of killing his Alpha and on the run, Riley barely escapes his pack before collapsing at a stranger’s doorstep. Silas, a human haunted by a past scarred by werewolves, takes him in—only to uncover secrets he never wanted to face. But as danger closes in, love and vengeance blur, and the line between hunter and hunted fades. In a world built on betrayal, Riley and Silas must decide if trust is worth the risk—and if love can survive when the truth could tear them apart.

TRIGGER WARNING Close this page right now if any of these will ruin your day: • Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her “Mom” while he’s balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, “slut” talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession • Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About “Hooked on his Dick” One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she’s ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they’re doomed. Secret quickies while Dad’s downstairs. Kitchen counter pounding with the cake burning. One last soul shattering night on the eve of Liam’s wedding to his old school crush. She knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. But every time he growls “Mom” and slams into her, wrong feels so fucking right. No hearts and flowers. No redemption arc. Just sweat, cum, guilt, and the kind of dirty, obsessive sex that leaves you shaking. If you want your taboo served raw, breathless, and unapologetic this one will ruin you in the best way.

She walked away from fate. Now fate refuses to let her go. “I’m not doing the ceremony, Tristan. I’m not accepting this bond.” He went still. Voice cold, almost hollow. “You’re the only person I’d burn the fucking world for—and you’re still running.” — Eleanor never believed in fated mates. How could she? Not after her father left her mother and abandoned them—even though they were bound by the mate bond. Not after her first love, Tristan, shattered her heart and married someone else. Not even when her own mate left her and their daughter to chase his “true bond.” Now a single mother hardened by betrayal, Eleanor returns to the Nightshade Pack to rebuild her life—but finds that Tristan is now Alpha… and her fated mate. Tristan has his own scars. The guilt of losing his wife. The pain of pushing Eleanor away. The weight of duty that never stops pressing on his shoulders. He doesn’t trust the bond either. But the pull between them is fierce, primal, impossible to ignore. Eleanor wants a choice. Tristan wants redemption. Fate wants blood, sweat, and surrender. And when old wounds reopen and past secrets rise, they’ll have to decide: accept the bond—or let it consume them.

In the opulent halls of the Stanley manor, Judy Kent, the daughter of the family chauffeur, grew up alongside Chris Stanley. Their childhood bond blossomed quietly, a tender friendship that seemed unshakable. But Chris' traumatic kidnapping left him with deep psychological scars, manifesting in a peculiar fixation directed solely at Judy. Tragedy struck when Chris' father died in a car accident. With Judy’s father on leave that day and a substitute driver behind the wheel, Chris' grief turned into misplaced hatred toward Judy’s family. Their once-close bond shattered. Consumed by bitterness, Chris withdrew from her and inflicted emotional torment, even coercing her into signing a contract that bound her to him. Yet beneath the layers of anger, Chris' love for Judy never truly faded—it was merely buried under his rage. When the truth of the accident finally surfaced, the weight of Chris' actions drove Judy to walk away, unable to reconcile with the pain of her past. Only then did Chris realize the depth of his mistakes. Overwhelmed by guilt, he vowed to make amends, embarking on a desperate pursuit to win back her love and trust. But can Judy’s fractured heart mend? Will their shared history and enduring connection be enough to overcome the barriers between them? Or has too much been lost in the wake of betrayal for love to flourish again in the manor’s shadowed corridors?

My sister's best friend borrowed 20 thousand from me, saying it was for her mother's medical bills. As a cop, I lent it to her. I figured if I could help, I should. When it was time to pay me back, she didn't return a cent. Instead, she showed up at my precinct holding a baby and accused me of indecent assaults. After a paternity test, the baby turned out to be mine. She went on livestreams, crying about how I broke the law despite being a police officer. She used the scandal to make herself famous. The force treated me like a disgrace and fired me. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. I went from a model officer to a criminal overnight. My parents were cyberbullied; with nowhere left to turn, they both drowned themselves. My wife was also beaten in the street. She suffered a miscarriage from the attack and died from massive blood loss. As for my sister, guilt drove her insane; she was hospitalized before vanishing from the public eye. After my family fell apart, I hanged myself one night. Then I opened my eyes again. I'd been reborn. Facing my sister's evil friend, I vowed to fight back.