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"We'll exchange your blood with your sister's. From now on, Jenna will have your scent. She'll go to the Blood Shadow Pack in your place and become Lionel's Luna." Mom said. At this moment I was tightened in a surgery bed. My face filled with disbelief. That was ridiculous! Jenna would replace me to marry my mate?! "No! Lionel is MY MATE!" I screamed. "What about me? What will happen to me?!" "Your father has made his decision. There's no room for backing out now," Mom said, "You're too ordinary, too quiet, my dear, you can't be a good Luna. Lionel will eventually get bored of you and abandon you, and it will also break the relationship between our two Packs. But Jenna is different. She's born a rightful Luna." Mod touched my face but I couldn't feel any warmth from her hand. "No!!!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "No... mom, please..." Mom sighed. She turned around and told the doctor to start the operation. No matter how much I cried or begged, she never looked back at me again. I felt the thick, cold needle piercing my veins, my blood was also draining out ... From now on, I lost my scent, my mate, and even my name...

Katherine Salazar. A girl from Spain whose life changed the day she first held a knife. She learned early that silence can be sharper than any blade. Her weapon a slender knife, always hidden beneath her clothes. Her adopted parents named her "Ghost Knife". She moved like a shadow—silent, precise, deliberate, clean. As she grew into a woman, her beauty captivated—and haunted— people around her in ways almost impossible to resist. When she took a mission she wasn’t supposed to handle herself, it tore her world apart, everything changed. She was caught by two brutal twin—opposites in behavior, different in power, identical in blood. Instead of ending her life, they chose to use her skills for their own dirty work. But then things got complicated. When both twin fell in love with her. A forbidden love, dangerous and consuming. Her next mission was supposed to be simple: eliminate the twins’ greatest enemy. But the target… was her “dead” father. "Dad?” My voice barely escaped, thick with disbelief, my vision blurred by unshed tears. “Kat?" His voice trembled with shock, more startled than I had ever seen him. In a fluid motion, he lifted his left hand, swift, precise—and the guards froze, stopped as if caught in a web of unseen power. " Y..You , I saw..." My words faltered, the knife quivering in my grip.

“So this was your plan all along? The gifts, the sweet notes, the rides... it was all a sick game to get me into your bed.” My voice cracked, thick with tears I refused to shed. “You didn't just break my trust, Vickerry. You let your friends film me. And now you expect me to believe you can fix this? I curse the day I ever met you!” She shattered his ego in front of the entire lecture hall. He swore to make her pay. Vickerry is a rich, scary Alpha student who terrorizes Silver Ridge University Campus. But his new psychology lecturer, Professor Samirah, is not afraid of him. When he tries to bully her by passing disrespectful sxxual remarks about her body. She fights fire with fire, becoming the first person to ever put him in his place. Stung by the humiliation, Vickerry accepts a malicious bet from his friends: get her in your bed and make her fall in love with you. But the game changes during their tense, late-night study sessions. Behind his arrogant armor, Samirah discovers he is dyslexic—and helps him conquer it. They cross the line during a passionate night together, completely unaware that a hidden camera is rolling. Now, the scandalous footage threatens to ruin Samirah’s career and dignity forever. Can Vickerry fix his mistake, or was he the bad guy all along?

“Mmhnn—fuck yes, Daddy!” I screamed, my married cunt squirting hard around Kael’s massive, veined cock like a desperate breeding slut. Handcuffed tight to his bed, legs spread obscenely and roped to the ceiling, I was his dripping, helpless fuckdoll. My father-in-law’s thick monster stretched my pussy ruined and gaping, pounding balls-deep while my pathetic husband never could—making me cream and gush everywhere like the cheating whore I truly am. I didn’t mean for it… but I fucking begged Daddy to destroy my tight little cunt. ---- One month married and my worthless beta cuck can’t even get hard enough to touch me. Leaves me soaked, neglected, and finger-fucking myself every night. Kael—older, hung like a bull, and brutally merciless—claimed what his weak son never deserved. Now I’m addicted to his raw, dominant cock owning and ruining my married pussy. He knows every filthy secret my husband hides… and he’s taking it all—especially me. I didn’t just cheat. This is what I always wanted: to be stretched, broken, filled, and completely destroyed by a real man while my pathetic cuck husband loses everything. Come hate me while my cunt drips for Daddy.

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

"That's it, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are." My boyfriend's father had me bent over his desk, hand wrapped around my throat, splitting me open with his thick cock while my boyfriend was on the line. * * * Forget what you know about love stories. This is a fucking raw, no-filter plunge into the depraved fantasies you only jerk off to when you're home alone. This collection is your VIP pass to the kind of filth that leaves you shaking—where powerful bosses bend you over their desks' and depraved strangers use your holes in dirty alleyways before vanishing into the night. We're talking about the kind of raw, pulse-pounding taboo that gets you off: forbidden age gaps, rough, messy gangbangs, public throat-fucking that steals your voice, and first times that leave you gaping, dripping, and ruined for anyone else. Consider this your final warning. This is explicit, vulgar, and engineered to soak your panties. If you can't handle stories drenched in choking, rough anal, non-con/dub-con kinks, and filthy-mouthed sluts who beg to be used like the cum-dumpsters they are, close this book now. But if you're ready to get utterly wrecked—if you're craving that full-body, mind-melting, vibrator-on-high kind of climax that leaves you a boneless, dripping mess... Your next orgasm is waiting. Turn the page. We promise you'll be a good girl for us.

"You are mine, No one has a right to touch you, hold you, or love you...You're all mine get that in your thick skull...I'll kill every single one who desires to have you or even think of having you, You belong to me only me your soul, your body everything belongs to me, only me...Do you get that" He said while gripping my chin with pressure, making me look into his eyes. "Please... You're hurting me" I said, trying to free myself from his iron-like grip. "Say it" he shouted on my face, gripping my chin even more tightly. "Yes( sobbing ) yes... I'm yours" I said, sobbing and struggling to be freed from his grip. Vanessa foster 18 years old cute, naive, and kind-hearted person. she was living a normal life with good grades until she meets a devil living in a greek god-like body. Lorenzo Francisco, 26 years old ruthless, cold, unforgiving, manipulative, and merciless businessman. As C.E.O of Francisco group's, he has billions on his name. The wind carries the way he kills and manipulates people in Los Angeles making everyone tremble in fear. He was envied by men and wanted by women. What happens when this dark and aloof billionaire meets the naive Vanessa? Will love win the game? Heartbreak, betrayal, manipulation, suspense, and Romance.

“My father sold me to settle a debt. I didn’t expect his son to be the most dangerous part of the deal.” Sold to Silas Sterling, a man old enough to be her father, she was supposed to be the perfect submissive doll. But for two years, Veda has played a dangerous game of petty obedience, turning Silas’s cold and orderly life into a subtle hell. She thought she knew the limits of her cage, then he came home. Zane Sterling, the notorious heir and rebel, looks at Veda and sees a gold-digging parasite wearing his dead mother’s jewellery. He hates her. He wants to ruin her. And yet, every time they’re trapped in the same room, the hatred turns into a hunger so thick it's suffocating. He knows she belongs to his father and is the one thing he can never touch. But he wants her anyway. “Tell me to stop, Veda. Say the word, and I’ll walk away,” Zane growls, his lips grazing the sensitive column of my throat as his hand trails up my thigh slowly. “But we both know you’re dying to see how much of a sinner you can be.” Veda should scream, run, anything but stay still. But while her mind screams shame, her body begs for the very thing that will ruin them both. Is it revenge? Is it madness? Or is the only thing hotter than her shame the desire she can no longer resist?

My younger brother, Owen Rivera, and I are playing in Dad's refrigerated truck. Owen wants to grab my ice cream from me, but I refuse to let him have his way. He shoves me forcefully, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the floor, knocking me out on the spot. When I finally wake up and locate him in the freezer, I find out that he's gotten reduced to a frozen statue. The security footage shows that Owen has been screaming the words "Mommy, help me!" hysterically for three hours before his death. After Mom is done watching the footage, she breaks down on the spot. Then, she yanks me by my hair before slamming me against the wall. "What were you doing? You were at the entrance, dammit! Why didn't you open the door for Owen?" With reddened eyes, Dad throws me into the freezer. "Owen was cold and frightened in the freezer! You should have a taste of the same thing too!" The thick and heavy door is slammed in my face. Darkness and a bone-chilling coldness devour me instantly. I curl into a small ball in the corner Owen has just died in. My teeth are starting to chatter, and my consciousness is starting to slip away. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. I don't feel cold. I'm not cold at all. I will never eat ice cream ever again in my next lifetime.

The day my little brother had his asthma attack, I poured every drop of his nebulizer medication down the bathroom sink. When Mom burst into the bathroom, the empty bottle was still dripping in my hand. Cradling my gasping brother in her arms, she slapped me across the face so hard that my ears rang. "You're only eight years old! How can you be this evil? Would you finally be happy if he died?" I wanted to tell her that the medicine was not the right one. The bottle smelled like harsh, burning bleach. The new nanny, Sophia, had grabbed the wrong bottle from the cleaning closet. But Mom didn't let me finish. She grabbed my arm, dragged me into the unfinished walk-in closet and locked the door from the outside. "You can come out when you realize your brother's life is more important than your petty jealousy." Outside, Dad was screaming while rushing my brother to the ER. Inside, I mistakenly knocked my foot over a plastic construction bucket and a thick, toxic white liquid began to puddle over my bare feet. I clawed at the door gap with my fingernails, sobbing, begging for Mom. The next morning, the hospital called. They confirmed that my brother's medication was laced with industrial cleaner. That was the exact moment Mom finally remembered that the key to the closet I was locked in was still sitting in her purse…