Straight Jacket

I thought the divorce would set me free. I thought walking away from my husband would finally give me peace. But I didn’t expect him—my cold, sinfully dangerous stepbrother—to be the one waiting on the other side of my freedom. Rage Roswell doesn’t ask. He takes. And the moment he found out I was no longer married, that I was vulnerable, alone, easy to steal… he stepped in like a storm I couldn’t escape. He pinned me with those cold eyes and said one thing: “You’re mine now.” I should’ve run. I should’ve fought the tension, the heat, the hunger he ignites with just a stare. But he knows every weakness I try to hide. Every tremble. Every breath. Every part of me I shouldn’t be giving him. After the divorce, I thought I was reclaiming my life. Instead, I walked straight into the hands of the man who’s willing to burn everything—everyone—just to claim me. And this time… He won’t let me go.

Adonis smirked, loosening his tie as he stepped closer. “Stop pretending, Zoe. Or should I say… Mrs. Walter?” His voice was low, teasing. “You’re drooling over me, admit it. I know exactly how happy you are to be married to Adonis Walter.” Zoe folded her arms, rolling her eyes. “Over my dead body.” “Oh, come on,” he said, shrugging off his tuxedo and letting it drop carelessly to the floor. “You get to have all this.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, leaving his toned chest on full display. Defined abs, sharp collarbones, muscles that flexed with every slight movement—he looked like he walked straight out of a magazine. Zoe’s eyes betrayed her for a split second before she quickly looked away. Damn it. Even if she disliked him, she couldn’t deny the truth. This man was hot. Zoe Powers agrees to an 18-month contract marriage with Adonis Walter to save her father’s company. What starts as a deal soon turns into something real. But with Adonis’ bitter ex-girlfriend and jealous brother scheming against them, will their love survive the storm?

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

After catching her boyfriend making out with her best friend, Anora Hills runs straight into a bar, broken, furious, and desperate to forget. That night, she finds herself in the arms of a dangerously magnetic stranger. One scorching kiss spirals into a night of forbidden passion. Weeks later, Anora’s world shatters again when she learns she’s pregnant. And the father? Sebastian Blackwood is the ruthless, sinfully rich billionaire… already engaged to another woman. Determined to raise her baby alone, Anora cuts him out of her life. But Sebastian doesn’t stay gone for long. He returns with an offer she can’t ignore, unaware of his daughter's existence. To complicate things further, Bruce, her ex, suddenly reappears, claiming the child as his, while Sebastian’s jealous fiancée will do anything to destroy Anora. Torn between danger, desire, and betrayal, Anora must decide: Will she surrender to the man who branded her body with pleasure and now demands her heart? Or will she walk away, protecting herself and her daughter from the ruthless billionaire who could ruin them both? what would happen if sebestain found out about his daughter

Sky Foster has survived plenty of things: family drama, high heels on marble floors, and growing up in a Mafia dynasty. But nothing could prepare her for someone babysitting her. Or rather, that's what it feels like when her family assigns her a bodyguard. Charlie Vale is tall, infuriatingly calm, and works for her family with the kind of deadly efficiency that makes people squirm. Especially her. He's there every day at school, in the hallways, outside her classroom, always watching, always quiet, always ruining her chances at even pretending to be a normal teenager. Charlie doesn't believe in distractions, and Sky just wants to have fun. Guarding the boss's niece should be simple: keep her safe, keep his distance, and keep his job. But Sky has a bad habit of finding trouble, and Charlie has a worse habit of following her straight into it. When a threat from the Foster family's past resurfaces, Sky becomes the target. Forced into close quarters, sparks fly and rules break as Sky begins to see the man behind the stoic guard. And Charlie? He discovers that babysitting the Mafia princess might just be the most dangerous job of his life.

I thought running from the mate who used me as a pawn, and rejected me, would be the end of my cruel fate. I was wrong. I ran straight into a pack that didn’t just hate me, but also wanted me dead. I ran into the hands of three men who shattered everything I thought I knew about survival. My alpha stepbrothers: Quin, Rio, and Hunter. They’re called the Three Devils: dangerous, wild, and untamed. To me, they are living temptation. My forbidden desires. My ruin. They don’t know boundaries. They don’t do gentle. They want me for themselves. Quin wants to claim my rut. Rio wants to mark me. And Hunter? He’s ready to burn the world just to make me his. But the Moon Goddess doesn’t play fair. Pack laws don’t bend…not even for Alphas. And now we’re trapped in a web of fate that will either bind us together, or tear us apart completely. This is a dangerous game and I dread who the winner will be, the feral alpha, the biker president or the sex god? _ Warning ️ This book blurs the lines of morality. Contents are explicit, sometimes triggering too.

WARNING: This story features hardcore taboo, graphic content, age-gap erotica, irresistible steam and mature subject matter suitable for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion is advised. ****************** “What happens when a girl in black-and-white sacred garment gets tainted with forbidden colors of sin? When the pure angel falls, not into darkness—but into desire? Sister Celeste Williams, an innocent orphan of st. Augustine cathedral. Devoted to her faith, she’s the epitome of purity, discipline, and unwavering devotion. A life of prayer and service is all she has ever known, her heart untouched by temptation or worldly desires—until him. Christian Adam, the irresistibly Sex God mafia Don was everything she swore to resist—powerful, ruthless and dangerously tempting. With his piercing gaze that burns through her resolve and a touch that makes her question her vows, he became her greatest sin… and her deepest craving. He fell first, but she fell harder—straight into a love so sinful it feels like salvation. Now, torn between her faith and a forbidden desire; Celeste must face the ultimate decision: forever devote and remain a saint… or surrender to the devil in tailored-suit who owns her soul.

"No," She stood up straight and took his hand off her thigh. She straightened her dress and began to walk away. He grabbed her wrist and leaned against the wall, saying "How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." _________________________ They said she was nothing less than the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin who has been roaming the earth for centuries, killing and hiding! But no one lived to tell her tale. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate. He is ruthless and he is powerful. Everything bends to his every whim. And everyone respects him, more importantly, fears him. Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, soon be the Alpha of all Alphas. He knew things were going to change when he found his Moon-blessing, but he wasn't ready for the storm she brought with her. While he bend himself to her will, fate twisted him to its own accord.

Everything North Campbell believes about her life is a lie. She doesn't discover that until the night her father dies, and she learns he wasn't her father. He kidnapped her as a baby from her birth parents, Jim and Carol Allis. They seem ecstatic to find her, but she quickly learns they, along with their powerful dragon-shifter ally Pytor Douglas, have nefarious plans for her. She runs straight into the arms of another mysterious group, and they tell her she's a Trueblood—descended from all the mythic races and capable of great power. She's at risk, but the Council assigns her six bodyguards, and the Oracle has seen her future husband is among the six. North is dragged from realm to realm to learn how to use her powers. That task seems impossible—almost as impossible as choosing just one man from among the six mythics entrusted with her protection. How can she choose between a vampire, an angel, a demon, a witch, a dark elf, and a wolf-shifter when each of the men is perfect for her in different ways? Dare she risk everything and choose them all? Will she have a chance to make the decision, or will Pytor's group get her first?

I took time off work and flew out to be my best friend's maid of honor. The moment my plane landed, she picked me up and took me straight to the hotel. Not long after we got to the room, she handed me a shopping bag. Inside was the newest phone on the market, a bottle of luxury perfume, and a check for ten thousand dollars. She said with a bright, excited smile, "It's your bridesmaid gift. Even if I'm getting married, you're still the most important person in my life." My eyes filled with tears right there. The next morning, I woke up before sunrise. I put on my bridesmaid dress and went to find her. She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror. Stylists were moving around her, busy with her hair and makeup. When she saw me, she turned with a huge smile and waved me over, her face glowing with excitement. But the moment I stepped closer, her expression changed. It was like she had just seen something disgusting. "Get out." Her voice was low, but the disgust in it was clear. "Disappear from my sight. Right now." I froze where I stood.