Tied Into

Riven Blackwood doesn’t believe in mercy—only revenge. Mafia billionaire Riven Blackwood has a score to settle with his rival, Julian Styles—and he plans to do it by taking Hazel Styles, Julian’s innocent little sister. She was meant to be a pawn. A temptation he would use and discard. But one moment shatters everything. Now Riven doesn’t just want her—he needs her, obsessively, and no force alive will make him let her go. Hazel Styles dreams of freedom, yet her life has always been controlled by others. When Riven Blackwood, a man tied to her family’s buried tragedies, storms into her world, she knows she should run. Instead, she finds herself drawn to the danger he represents. He wants to own her. Body. Soul. Fate. With enemies closing in and a silent predator stalking her every move, Hazel and Riven must decide how far they’re willing to go—for revenge, for freedom, and for a love that could destroy them both.

Through the bond that tied my wolf to his, I sent ninety-nine screams for help. The hundredth time, he answered—distant, distracted. "Seraphine, I'm occupied. Stop whining like a needy pup." I lay in an ice crevice, our pup suffocating in my womb, while he hunted beneath the full moon with another. Five days later, I woke in a healing den. Through the wall, I heard my mate—my Alpha—speaking of me like livestock. "Keep her under until Lysandra whelps," Leon growled to the shaman. "If she learns I drained our pup for that she-wolf's marrow, I'll have your tongue. And if you fail me—I'll burn your den to ash." I touched the mating mark burning on my throat and reached for the crystal. My voice didn't tremble. "Harris. Prepare the severance scroll. I want his signature before the moon wanes." The she-wolf who loved her Alpha died in that ravine. The one who clawed out will make him howl.

She was trained to hunt monsters. She never expected to belong to one. Emily - known only as agent 23 - has spent her life as a weapon, controlled by a voice that decides when she can use the power in her blood. She is sent where others cannot go. She eliminates what others fear. Her next mission: get close to Damien Hayes. Wealthy, admired and untouchable. Emily is meant to spy on him, earn his trust, and uncover the secrets tied to his name. Unknown to Emily, Damien is an alpha werewolf hiding in plain sight. But the closer she gets, the more everything begins to unravel. Because Damien is not just dangerous - he feels like something she has never known. Home. And when an unexplainable bond awakens between them, and their past intertwines, Emily is forced to face a truth far more terrifying than her mission: She is his mate. Now, torn between the masters who own her and the man who sees her, Emily must decide where she truly belongs… Before the choice is taken from her.

My friend and I transmigrated into a melodramatic novel about a wealthy family. When the mission ended, I chose to leave. He fell for the obsessive female lead and chose to stay with her. Eight years later, the system told me that she had locked him in a mental hospital, and he had only three days left to live. When I rushed to him, he was tied to the bed. His eyes were dull, and he kept repeating my name. His crush, Sterling Group's CEO, was planning a grand wedding with the man she truly loved. I looked at my friend’s hands. They had once played the piano with grace. This time, they were covered in countless needle marks. “You came, I knew you would...” He mustered the last of his strength to look at me. “I was a fool. I thought staying by her side was the truest form of my love for her. “I never realized I was only a stepping stone in her path. “Take me home. I don’t want to die here...”

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

“Did you say, sick?” He whispered. “I got an erection spilling their blood. My claws, my fangs…they want something to dig into. Flesh to rip apart. I got that in abundance, hence my drastic change in appearance, little ember. But your wet cunt smells even better than their blood.” I was so shocked, I gasped his name, “Arien!” His actual name. ——— Naida Ashryver’s life grew complicated when she was caught in the throes of a murder she was innocent of, rendering her a fugitive. A sinister occurrence that was tied to dramatic revelations had her questioning her identity, leading her right into the web of Eldarien Ravthorn, the Alpha King, whom she couldn't resist. Little did she know that their union had been ordained but the enemies lurking in the shadows would not sit back and watch her get her happy ending. Warning: This is an 🔞 werewolf romance with elements of violence, gore, and occasional dark themes. Surprisingly, it also has its fluffy moments. Proceed with caution! Originally titled Twisted Flames.

I need your body pressed against mine. Your warmth, your smell, the taste of your , I need you.” His deep voice rang in the dark room. He pulled her closer and stated placing gentle . She was tied to bed with leg wide open. “Please do not do that.” She pleaded. “Don’t worry I will go gentle on you.” he said picking up the whip from the ground. “After all, I still have to make you mine.” He completed pinching her n****e. - Grasis was a dangerous beast. He had two hobbies: blood and . He drank men's blood and girls. His life is full of blood and pain. He had no weakness but suddenly she appeared in front of him, taking his breath, making his metal heart to beat again and filling his heart with warmth. Cruel and ruthless man starts craving only one thing in his life and that was Ayla’s body. He made her his slave. He owns and claimed her.

Born an Omega, Celeste Ravaryn was never meant to be anything more than a servant—weak, disposable, broken. She spent her life at the mercy of the very wolves who tormented her. Until fate tied her to Alpha Kieran Blackwood. His Luna? Never. His whore? Always. He never wanted her. But he took her anyway. In the dark, he ruined her, whispered lies against her skin… then shattered her in front of everyone. "Did you really think I'd accept an Omega as my mate? Pathetic." He rejected her. Publicly. Brutally. "I, Alpha Kieran Blackwood, accept Selene Hawthorne as my mate. She will be my Luna, bear my children, and lead this pack with me..." But rejection doesn’t always mean the end. Sometimes, it’s just the beginning. Because in the shadows, another monster is watching. The most feared Lycan King in existence. A man with no mercy, no weakness… except her. She was born to suffer. But he, The Lycan King, will teach her how to burn the world and make everyone in it tremble at her feet.

**"This isn’t just any party, it’s your wedding."** The words hit me like a truck as I stood frozen in disbelief. **"To Angelo Rizzo."** My stepbrother’s voice was cold, detached. My heart pounded in my chest. **"You’re joking, right?"** But one look at his face told me he wasn’t. **"You’re the payment for my debt to the Cosa Nostra."** His betrayal was a knife twisting in my gut. --- Attending a party with my stepbrother, I was prepared for an ordinary night. Instead, I was thrown into a nightmare. Without warning, I found myself standing beside Angelo Rizzo—a man as feared as he is cold—as his bride. My stepbrother owed the Cosa Nostra money, and I was his only way out. With no escape and no choice, I now wear a wedding ring tied to a man I fear. Three hours later, my world has turned upside down. There’s no running from Angelo, no hiding from the life ahead. My only hope? To survive being married to the infamous Angelo Rizzo.

My husband, Harry Forger, who couldn’t have kids, got a college girl pregnant. He was thrilled and planned to keep it a secret until the baby was born, but I caught him red-handed at the hospital. I completely lost it and demanded to know how he could betray me after all I had done to land 10-billion-dollar deals for him. He just handed me divorce papers and said coldly, “You can’t give me a child, but Claire is already pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. I’m going to marry her and give her a real family. “Sign the papers. If we end things peacefully, you can still have a spot in the company.” I refused, and that’s when his revenge started. He had me thrown in prison and froze all my assets. In the end, he even tied my parents, who both had heart problems, to a drop tower ride. “Sign the divorce papers, and I’ll let them go. If you don’t sign, then watch them die up there.”