Spider Legs

During an ambush, I risked everything to save Matthew, but in doing so, I lost the ability to stand—my legs were permanently damaged. Matthew was devastated. Holding me close, he swore he would love me forever and never betray me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I agreed to marry him. In secret, I sought medical treatment, and after a long, gruelling journey, the day finally came when the doctor told me I could walk again. Overjoyed, I rushed home, eager to share the incredible news with him. However, the moment I pushed open the door, my world collapsed. Matthew was fooling around with his female assistant—right there in our home. On our bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. As things heated up, the woman gazed at him and murmured, "Matt, why don't you just leave that cripple? She can't satisfy you at all." "Don't you love the thrill of sneaking around? It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if I left her." A wave of icy rage surged through me. So that was what our marriage meant to him—nothing more than a twisted game, a joke between him and his mistress. Drained and heartbroken, I turned and walked out. That night, I booked a flight back to my hometown. I was done with this city. Let Matthew live with his regret.

Sara's legs straddling Austin's lap, their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss. The sound of their lips meeting was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them. "Mmm," Sara murmured, her lips vibrating against Austin's. "I hate you," Austin growled, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Sara's hands were just as busy, her fingers tracing the lines of Austin's face, her thumbs brushing against his lips. "I hate you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their kissing. Their lips parted for a moment, and Austin's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Sara's lower lip. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Sara's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the contours of Austin's chest. She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. As she exposed his chest, Austin's eyes locked onto hers, a warning flashing in their depths. "You'll hate me tomorrow," he said, his voice low and rough. Sara's eyes flashed with defiance, her hands continuing to explore Austin's chest. "We don't like each other anyway," she said, her voice husky with desire.

"You are doing good for me babygirl, spread those legs wider." he licks his lips while his eyes scan my body. I moan as my heavy eyes open, my body shaking with need, I hate the way my body reacts to him, he knows how weak I am when it comes to him, so he takes advantage of it. "That's it." he says and shoves his tongue down my throat. He was never one to shy away from a show, especially when my mate is kneeling by the door, bound in chains, and held down by two guards. "Hold him still, I want him to watch as I fuck his mate." He growled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Bloodmoon pack was cursed by the moon goddess for 600 years. Having fated mates was no longer allowed and to enjoy the feelings of a sacred bond was forbidden. Lylah Summer, deeply in love with Thane Anthra, was hoping to celebrate their eternal bond on her eighteenth birthday. However, after the Alpha's death, Thane was chosen as the new Alpha and publicly humiliates Lylah with a brutal rejection. Devastated and determined to seek revenge, Lylah swore to take revenge. But everything changed when she met the Alpha of the Silverlake Pack, who was destined to be the mate of Darla, the Luna Heir of the dead Alpha. Will Lylah succeed in winning the heart of a man that the moon goddess has bound to another? Or will she face the bitter taste of rejection? This book is strictly 18+ Readers discretion is advised.

What happens when your secret crush is your Boss and surprisingly he asks you to become the substitute mother to his daughter? Stacy Hills is a timid girl with no rights of her own in the hands of her very own father who is more than willing to her off to get more money to spend on and in the nearby club because to him Stacy is nothing but an invaluable object used for his own advantage. She is forced by her father to sign marriage documents to her old college bully who wanted nothing more than to get between Stacy’s legs and dominate her by any means possible. Stacy for the first time refused to abide by her father's commands. In a fit of anger, her father raised his hand, poised to strike Stacy across the face. However, before he could act, a chilling threat filled the room, freezing him in place. "If you lay a hand on her, I will not hesitate to take every measure to ensure you are imprisoned for assaulting a woman, even if that woman happens to be your own daughter," a deep, menacing voice threatened, causing Ethan's hand to pause mid-air. "Yes! No one dares to hurt my substitute mummy!” A young girl's voice said, coming out from behind her Dad. "If anyone dares, then they'll face a cruel punishment from my daddy,” She had a serious look on her cute little face.

That winter, the Silver Moon Pack holds its annual ski hunt. An avalanche strikes without warning, and the three of us are trapped in a lift pod. There's only one thermal suit left. My mate, Ryan Mercer, gives the thermal suit to me. I survive, but his childhood sweetheart, Eve Hurst, is buried forever beneath the endless white of the mountain. No body is ever found. However, he gazes at me with devotion and says, "Celine Bartlett, you are the love of my life." I soak in those words, believing them. But I have no idea this is the beginning of my nightmare. For the next five years, he speaks to me only with cruelty. "You killed Eve. You're a murderer!" He locks me in the basement and whips me with lashes soaked in wolfsbane. Then, he pretends to show pity and feeds me with a silver fork. When I refuse, he stabs me with silver nails across my legs, carving deep red lines into my skin. "This is what you owe her, and you will repay it!" When I ask for a reject, he stabs a silver dagger into my chest, dragging me into death with him. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day of the avalanche. This time, I hand the survival gear to Eve without hesitation. This time, I owe her nothing. And now, I want to see whether they will get their happy ending without me around.

For ten years, Isaac was my fated mate. My Alpha. My future. Then, on the eve of his Alpha Ceremony, he chose another she-wolf to be his Luna, Chloe. His reason? She was wild and free...everything I used to be. "We are FATED MATES!" I screamed, my hand flying to the mark on my neck. "How can you defy the Moon Goddess? How can you just throw me away?" My wolf howled through our bond, trying to make him feel my pain. The backlash should have crippled him. But he didn't even flinch. It wasn't a real mark. Just a lie, painted on with magic. A trick to chain me to his side. My legs gave out. I hit the floor, a raw sob tearing from my throat. When the tears dried, the grief turned to ice. I stormed the Elders' Council and demanded they sever the bond. Then, I did the unthinkable. I chose his cursed uncle, Vincent. Isaac laughed. He thought it was a pathetic game to make him jealous. He had no idea. The Elders had already named his uncle the new Alpha. He didn't understand his mistake until he saw me crowned Luna on Vincent's arm. Only then did he come crawling back, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

“Tell me, do you like it? Do you like being toyed with by your uncle huh little minx?” Lucan asked, breath hot against her. Selene shivered eyes already tearing up. “Y…yes, please” she cried as Lucan increased his pace of his fingers. “Please what? Use your words baby” lucan muttered slowly, his eyes darken at the scent of her pre cum. “Pl–please don't stop, I'm so close..” she begged again. “Good, then spread those legs wider” he whispered. Selene Kael thought her life was finally falling into place when she met Jace. After losing her dad, Jace gave her everything she wanted. But when her possessive step-uncle, Lucan, came into the picture, everything changed. A man who bends the rules at will, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and a devil in a tailored suit. Jealousy crept in, and he ruined their relationship. But now Selene finds herself in love with him, a man she knows nothing about. Will she be able to leave her morals and love him? Will she be able to forgive him when she finds out he ruined her relationship? But what happens when Lucan’s dark past threatens to surface? Will Lucan be able to protect her, or is Selene’s world too small for Lucan? Will their forbidden love ever prevail?

Once a powerful heir, admired for his wealth, charm, and success, he had everything anyone could dream of until a tragic car accident changed everything. Now, confined to a wheelchair, he’s no longer the man people once adored. Instead, he’s a target for mockery, a fallen CEO who is left in the shadows, abandoned by those who once worshipped him. She, the neglected daughter of her family, has spent her life in the shadows, overshadowed by her perfect sister. Her family’s indifference fuels her determination to escape, and a chance contract marriage becomes her way out. Neither family cares about their opinion; this marriage is simply a means to an end. In a dimly lit room, the disabled CEO glares at her, "What do you want from me, woman?" She crouches beside him, her gaze focused on his injured legs. "Do you know your legs can be healed?" Unbeknownst to him, she is not just his wife, she is his redemption. With her help, his body heals, his confidence returns, and his rise to power begins anew. As the world watches in disbelief, the disabled CEO becomes the man they thought they had lost forever. Women once again chase after him, but there’s one thing they don’t know he is already devoted to his wife, the woman who stood by him through it all. "Sweetheart, meeting you was my greatest fortune," he whispers, gazing at her with love and gratitude.

“That’s your stepbrother, Ivan,” her mother said as they stopped by the pool. His legs were in the water, a cigarette between his lips, smoke curling into the sky. And right then, Gianna knew she hated him. She hated men who smoked. Or drank. Or reminded her of the father whose scars still lived beneath her skin. After six months away, Gianna Vale returns home to find everything changed, her mum has remarried the alpha of the Wolfe pack— a new house, a new name, and a new problem: Ivan Wolfe. Cold. Arrogant. Impossible to ignore. She wants to hate him. She tries to. But one look is all it takes — one heartbeat, one spark — and the bond between them ignites. Ancient. Unbreakable. Forbidden. They’re mates. A truth neither of them asked for… and one they can’t escape. Because in the Wolfe Pack, love like theirs isn’t fate — it’s a curse. If two fated mates from their bloodline unite, one is to die or become rogue. And when one reckless moment crosses that line, the mark changes everything. And that curse runs deeper than Gianna ever imagined — tangled in her family’s past, in long forgotten memories , and in secrets that were never meant to surface. Now desire becomes danger, loyalty becomes war, and Gianna learns that some destinies were written long before they were born. She was supposed to stay away. He was supposed to reject her. But fate never plays fair.

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.