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Before the adopted son, Luther Anderson, jumped into the ocean to end his life, he sent a text message in the family group chat. [Oliver’s too good. I just can’t beat him. I’m done putting up a fight.] Everyone mourned for him. I was called a murderer. My entire family hated me for it. My older sister, Samantha Anderson, who had once gifted me a piano, smashed my bones with a bat. “Since your musical talents overwhelmed his, I’m going to ruin your hands.” My fiancee, Camila Reid, threw a knife at me. “He’s always been jealous of your handsome looks. He’s always been insecure about it. You should ruin your face to make it up to him.” My parents sent me to a mental asylum instead. “If Luther doesn’t come back home safe, you’ll spend the rest of your life here reflecting on your mistakes. “You’ll only be released once you learn how to treat your brother well.” After that, Luther suddenly showed up and claimed that he missed my parents. Hence, he made a grand appearance. I also learned from the incident. I ignored my parents’ favoritism. However, everyone started to panic. “Oliver, are you going to desert us?”

It's my husband, Niall Luther's birthday. I take my son to the hospital to visit Niall since he's working late; I want to surprise him. However, we get into an accident on the way there. When I rush to the hospital with my bloodied son in my arms, I see Niall holding his first love's daughter. He coos at her and says, "This might be a small wound, but there's a risk of infection if it isn't handled well!" His first love, Chelsea Blanc, gives him a chiding look. "You treat Lulu so well that I'm getting jealous." Niall wraps an arm around her. "It's only because I love you. You're the one I love the most." I pull out my phone and call him. He keeps his arm around Lulu White and rejects my call. So, I text him, telling him our son is injured and has been taken to the hospital where he works. I tell him he needs to attend to our son. However, he berates me for lying. I have no choice but to take my son elsewhere for treatment. Before leaving, I see Niall kiss Chelsea tenderly and tell her he wants to take her to an amusement park. That's when I know he and I are over.

The city was overrun by zombies. My girlfriend, Callie Bernson, the team leader, had taken my best friend, Dan Harrington, and fled in our only armored vehicle, leaving me behind in the shelter to die. Outside, the scratching of claws against metal echoed through the corridors. The defensive barricades were already starting to fail. My heart sank into despair. I raised my gun to my temple, ready to end it quickly, when a stream of floating text suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [It’s hilarious. That cheating couple thinks they’re heading to Paradise, but that place has fallen. It’s packed with high-level zombies now.] [Don’t die, PC! The person in a coma in the shelter—the one your so-called best friend called dead weight and abandoned—is actually the only S-class ability user. Once she wakes up, she’ll wipe the floor with everything!] [Just you wait. When your buddy crawls back here in disgrace and finds the big boss awake, he will go to step in and steal the credit for saving her.] [Hurry up and die already, cannon fodder. I can’t wait for the tragic apocalypse romance between the best friend and the big boss.] I lowered the gun and sprinted toward the quarantine room. Inside, a woman lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully. I strode over and slapped her hard across the face. “Honey!” I shouted. “Time to get to work!”

An app had been making the rounds online lately—one that let you text your future self. Right before the final paper of the SATs, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and fired off a message: [Future me, do I end up marrying Liam Tinsley?] The screen flickered, and a reply from an "Unknown Number" popped up almost instantly: [Yes. You had a big, grand wedding.] I clutched my phone and typed back fast: [And Mia Thompson was my maid of honor, right? She's my best friend!] The response came just as quickly: [She was. But she wasn't just the maid of honor, she slept with Liam on your wedding night.] My smile froze mid-expression. Then a second message hit: [Truth is, you didn't need to go through all that trouble tanking your scores just to match his. He bombed the math section on purpose—so he could end up in the same city as Mia, who was at the bottom of the class.] [He pushed you to turn down that top-tier university—not for your sake, but because he didn't want Mia to feel inferior next to your grades.] The pre-exam warning bell cut through the air. But I was frozen, my body ice-cold, unable to move. One last message slammed into my screen: [If you don't believe me, head straight to the motel behind the school after the test. You'll see the truth for yourself.]

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. 🦪 Dora lost her father on her eighteenth birthday, and she swore to find his killer and end his life herself. Because of this, she signs a ‘fight till death’ deal with Umbra, a deadly secret organization her father worked with. A fight where only one of the two fighters would walk out of the ring alive. Dale Lazarus, a man secretly in love with his best friend’s daughter, killed his best friend in a fight. One of them had to die for the other one to live, and it was Dora’s father who didn’t walk out of the ring. Dora doesn’t know this: that Dale Lazarus, her father’s best friend, and also the man she’s shamelessly obsessed with, is the killer she’s after. She swore to his face that she was going to wipe her father’s killer off the planet, not knowing she was talking about him, and He trains her to kill her father’s killer, knowing he was training her to kill him. What happens when Dora realizes she signed a deal to kill the man she is obsessed with? ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.

Banished. Broke. Desperate enough to say yes to the worst possible offer, to be a sex substitute for Alpha Derek's future wife. "Take my place during the night, sleep with my husband. You would be his Luna during the night and when the sun rises you would return back to your duties" — remain the ordinary lowly cleaner. This was Stella's life for months, not until another offer came to serve the Alpha's cursed older brother. Nobody wanted that job. Nobody sane anyway. Stella took it. Alpha Damien was half demon, celibate by necessity and terrifying by nature. Stella was a girl with forced experience and absolutely nothing left to lose. What starts as pure survival becomes something neither of them planned for. Something dangerous. Something that makes the demon inside him go completely quiet for the first time in years. But what happens when service to a cursed Alpha develops into something forbidden like love? Would Stella be able to help him break his curse or would Damien turn out to be just like his brother, someone who only cares about her body and thinks with his dick? One came broken. The other was already burning. Neither of them will leave the same. THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION AND BETRAYAL. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SPICY CHAPTERS WILL BE INDICATED WITH THIS SYMBOL ~~~. ENJOY!!

Content Note: This dark romance contains 80% explicit sex scenes, intense power dynamics, trauma, revenge themes, and heavy triggers (attempted assault, wrongful imprisonment, suicide, family betrayal, graphic violence). Reader discretion advised. Emily Jayden was only nineteen when her life was shattered by a lie she couldn’t escape. After a violent incident with her stepfather, Evan John, she was accused and convicted of attempted murder, despite insisting she never intended to hurt him, but with his influence and reputation shielding the truth, Emily spent ten years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. At twenty-nine, she walks into freedom hoping for a fresh start but the world hasn’t forgotten, her name is stained and no company will hire someone with her past. Survival and revenge leaves her with few options. By day, she carefully builds a plan to expose the man who destroyed her life. By night, she works at R.M Club, one of the city’s most exclusive strip clubs, where powerful men hide behind money and closed doors. The job is humiliating but it gives her something she needed. Money. Then she meets Ryan Mason on her first night, and sparks fly. For the first time in years, Emily allows herself to feel alive and to fall in love. Until she learns the truth. Ryan isn’t just a client.

Maturity Warning ⚠️ This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised. **He's my Professor. He's my Step father. And he's the only man who devours me at night.** I am a science student who failed every course and was hated by my professor. But on one faithful morning my mum announced a heartbreaking information. She was going to marry the professor I lusted over. The one man I had imagined one day he would pin me down to his bed. Mr Chadwick is cold, brilliant, and sexy. He hated me for being dull and feminine but behind those eyes filled with fury, his darkest desires loomed around me. In public, Mr Chadwick is the perfect academic and the perfect step father. But behind closed doors of the study, he is a predator who had discovered my darkest secrets: a sketchbook filled with obsessive drawings of him. Now, the lessons have changed. Chadwick doesn't want me to study books; he wants me to study him. It was supposed to be a punishment. He curses me on the outside but claims me like a hungry lion every night. Under my mum's roof. It was supposed to break my spirit. But he found out, he lusted over the very thing he hated.

I loved him long before I knew better. Derek Holland—the kind of man who could ruin your life and make you thank him for it. I gave him loyalty, patience, years of loving a man who only ever loved himself. He made me feel small, unwanted, replaceable. I stayed anyway. I believed one day he would choose me the way I chose him. But he didn’t. He destroyed me instead. So I did the only thing a woman with nothing left to lose could do. I married the one man Derek hated most. Ryker Holland. His older half-brother. The family scandal. Cold eyes, wicked mouth, and a grudge sharp enough to cut. Our deal was simple. Make Derek jealous enough to crawl back on his knees. Help Ryker take back everything Derek stole. It should have been easy. But somewhere between the lies, the fights, and the way Ryker touched me like he already owned me, I stopped knowing which brother was more dangerous. The one who broke me… or the one who makes me want to break all over again. Either way, we were one big happy fucking family. _Disclaimer: This story features morally complex, flawed characters with twisted motives. It includes themes of manipulation, deception, and emotional cruelty. Reader discretion is advised.

Having feelings for my best friend’s dad was bad. But what the fuck do we call having feelings for three of them? Especially when those three men aren’t just my dad’s best friends, they’re also my best friends’ dads. They were the last people that should turn me on. But they were the only ones who could give me earth-shaking orgasms. Some cravings are so wrong they should stay locked in your head forever. Like secretly dripping for the three powerful men who helped raise you. Like imagining them stretching every hole while your dad is thousands of miles away. Like begging “Daddy” from three different mouths at the same time. But I didn't just imagined mine, I lived it and loved it. Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content – Reader Discretion Strongly Advised. DADDY’S BEST FRIENDS is a filthy short erotica collection where the rules get destroyed and the pleasure gets nasty. It's raw, no-holds-barred stories of forbidden lust, age-gap sin, and dominant older men who know exactly how to ruin a younger woman the right way. These aren’t love stories. These are the dirty fantasies you touch yourself to when no one’s watching. You’re not supposed to want this. That’s exactly why it feels so fucking good.