Tangled #rapunzel And Eugene

Stanley Hamilton and I were basically Southport's favorite hate-watch couple. For Elodie—my oh-so-perfect adopted sister—he wrecked my company and had my parents thrown in prison. I, in turn, drove Elodie to her death, making him watch as she jumped off a rooftop. Our forced marriage? Just a slow ride from mutual disgust straight into mutual destruction. Then came the car explosion. Stanley, who'd hated me forever, still used his last breath to shove me out of the blast. "Vivienne Weston, one lifetime tangled with you is enough. If there's a next one, let's never meet." He touched the tattoo of Elodie's name on his neck, smiling faintly as the flames took him. After he died, I wandered through life half-dead myself until illness finished the job. When I woke up in the past, staring at two betrothal contracts, I didn't hesitate—I picked the guy everyone swore was insane. Stanley and my dad? I handed them right back to Elodie. This time, I wanted no meetings, no memories, no strings. Ever again.

A familiar hand reached out toward me. His hand. Jonathan’s. Maybe Nathaniel now. The man I had kissed. The man I had touched. The man who had just married my sister. “Oh God, what have I done?” **************************************** She left without a word. Ten years later, an invitation brings her back… To face the sister she abandoned… A secret that was never supposed to surface. And a man she should have never touched. When Celeste Marlowe receives an unexpected wedding invitation from the baby sister she walked away from a decade ago, she expects cold shoulders and buried resentment…not a fiery one-night stand with a stranger who makes her forget everything. But the truth comes crashing in. He’s not a stranger. He’s the groom. Her sister’s groom. Now, trapped between the sins of her past and a secret she can’t outrun, life hurls her into something far more dangerous than heartbreak, a tangled web of power, lies, and blood-soaked secrets. Because in Velmont City, nothing is ever just personal. And some families don’t forgive… They own.

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

In the Bloodmoon pack, omegas had two choices; breeding or death. Elena Graymoor managed to escape this fate by staying invisible. Until her 18th birthday, when the Montclair Alpha claimed her as his grand prize. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. Lukas Montclair is everything she fears, and the only thing standing between her and certain death. There's no lengths she wouldn't go for freedom, and that includes playing his game. But there's someone else…. Damien Montclair— The runaway prince, the shadow Alpha. And when their paths cross, she feels something she shouldn't have. Lukas doesn't share, especially not with a little brother who should have been dead. Every secret meeting with Damien risks both their lives. And every night tangled in Lukas's bed pulls her deeper into a web she can't escape. And when she finds out that her whole life has been a lie, that she was never an omega and her blood holds the power three packs would kill for, she has to choose; The Alpha who owns her, The shadow who wants her, Or the queen she was always meant to be.

BLURB: 18+ Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content warning ⚠️ This collection contains graphic sexual content, including rough sex, big age gaps in relationships, and subjects that are considered taboo or wrong. If you are easily upset by dark, shocking, or extreme topics, this book is not for you. He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television. His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere. My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me. He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out. I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair. He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

My husband's first love ran off to a nightclub. She was drugged and assaulted there, and a year later returned with a child. Without a word, Bryson Tanner dragged me to the courthouse to file for divorce. "In this world, widows and orphans are easy prey. I can't just watch Christina get hurt. I'll acknowledge her child as mine." I held my own child in my arms and calmly filled out the paperwork. Just because I was reborn. In my previous life, I had refused to divorce at all costs. I'd also publicly exposed Christina Floyd's tangled affairs with men. She endured scorn and humiliation, and in a fit of anger, left her son behind to escape… only to die on that train. When Bryson heard of it, he showed no expression. Yet a month later, he watched coldly as I was drugged and assaulted, and accused me of cheating and giving birth to another man's child. It wasn't until my child and I were driven to death that I realized the depth of his hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Bryson asked for a divorce.

Ella Gatchalian life takes an unexpected turn after a single reckless night. Tricked into drinking medicine, she unknowingly crosses paths with a powerful and enigmatic man, Rico Velasquez, in the most scandalous way imaginable. What she assumes will remain a one-night mistake soon becomes a tangled web of fate when she discovers two months later that the man she wronged is none other than her aloof, high-profile boss. The situation spirals further when Rico catches her during a moment of supposed morning sickness. Instead of condemnation, he offers a shocking proposition: marriage. Though Ella initially believes it’s out of obligation, Rico's intentions soon become clear. Beneath his cold and calculative exterior lies a man determined to claim her, not just as the mother of his heir, but as his partner for life. As Ella tries to navigate the chaos of her hidden marriage while maintaining her professional identity, Rico is relentless in proving his love and commitment, even publicly declaring their bond. Will their unconventional union survive the scrutiny of the workplace and the complexities of their past, or will their growing connection lead to something deeper than either of them expected?

I became the ultimate simp for Shannon Seay, the school's notorious flirt, and everyone assumed I was head over heels for her. When she skipped classes to pick fights or chase thrills, I'd copy notes and homework for her. When she tangled in ambiguous flings with other guys, I'd provide alibis to cover her tracks. For three grueling years, I poured my heart and soul into transforming her into an academic star, securing her spot at a top university. But right before orientation, she dumped me. Towering over me, she declared, "I know you've had a crush on me forever, but you're all books and no spark. Compared to Hunter, you're too rigid. We're done. I'm with him now." The crowd held its breath, anticipating my meltdown. I peeked at my phone, confirming a $50-million transfer, and replied with genuine nonchalance, "Alright, congrats." No one knew my unwavering devotion was purely because her father had paid handsomely for it. Now that the pay had been secured, it was time for me to vanish.

Two prominent families, both aiming to elevate their businesses and reputations, decide to join forces in an unexpected collaboration. However, things take an unforeseen turn when their children, a model and a billionaire, cross paths. Neither of them anticipated the intense interaction that followed, nor did they expect to reconnect after a week of silence. It's as if fate stepped in, proving that if you're meant to meet someone, it'll happen, no matter when or where. The model, known for her beauty and status, has a spicy, unexpected encounter with the billionaire-someone who's both intimidating and undeniably attractive. Their parents aren't even close, making this connection all the more unexpected. The woman, however, is carrying the weight of deep, unacknowledged trauma that her parents have never addressed. Her trust issues are massive, built from years of pain, but somehow, this billionaire begins to break through. Despite her fears, she starts to trust him, and over time, falls for him during their engagement. But as they grow closer, the complexity of their relationship begins to unravel. What consequences will they face? What challenges will test their bond? Let's see what happens next in their tangled, high-stakes lives.

The first time I met Alessio Russo I was eighteen. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued. I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother -- who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia! The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter. The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral - the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life. It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.