Treasure Every Moment

“I, Neolani Griffin accept you as my mate,” I beamed, waiting for him excitedly to accept me too. There was a long pause. “Who gave you the right to call me by my name?” He snapped, anger dripping from every word he spoke.“Answer me” He barked, eyes locked on mine. “How do you know my name? It must have been the maidservants right?, I'll have them stripped off their post” He stepped away from me. “I, Ragnar Gray, reject you Noelani Griffin as my mate” Neolani never asked to be a rogue. Once an Alpha, once a daughter, her world was in shambles the night her family was murdered and her pack taken hostage by her half-uncle. Now, she’s nothing but a rogue, fighting to survive where wolves like her are despised. On the run for survival she unkowingly crosses the borders of Alpha Ragnar pack who is known for his cruelty, powerful, merciless, and loyalty to a pack that sees rogues as the enemy. Alpha Ragnar prepares to end her without a second thought, but then he feels it. The bond, she’s his mate. The one thing he swore he would never want. Worse, his heart already belongs to someone else: his beautiful childhood friend who was mated to his beta, Kendrick. He rejected the bond the moment it burned through him. But desire doesn’t wait for permission. With every stolen glance, and every reckless touch, the line between hatred begins to blur. Together, they could ignite a powerful love that is if pride and betrayal don’t destroy them first.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

WARNING🔞EROTIC CONTENT AHEAD. “Arghhhhh….Yes….” Rosealba gasped, lips parting into soft moans as Drystan moved his fingers gently against her fold. “I own you, Sunshine. Your heart your soul and every inch of your body. And I… I will protect you with everything I own. Anything could go unpunished, but certainly not whatever harmed his obsession. He would burn to world to aches if anyone came close. He was everything he didn't look like. Alactor Merikh Drystan. And she? She was Rosealba Molvain. Typical opposite of him. She was the light that burned through his darkness, illuminating his venomous heart with her purification. With her, there Is a weird feeling to protect, to shelter, and to gratify and that was the total opposite of his existence. From the moment his eyes crossed her direction, he had undoubtedly yearned for her, desiring every bit of her. Time, b*dy heart, and soul. ******* When Rosealba got out of the toxic relationship with her cheating boyfriend, Lowel. She was blessed to meet and date Mr perfect. (Drystan) He was everything she only experienced in books and fiction, but one can not judge a book by its nice intro. With a stalking ex and other factors, Rosealba's life came crushing as lies and deceit unfolded, threatening to sabotage her new relationship. Torn between love, hate, and external obstacles, Rosealba is not just haunted by the thoughts of Drystan, he is lurking at every corner. The desperation and desire to have her in his life again were greater than his quest for power, and if burning the world was everything it took to have her back in his arms then he would only stop at lengths that led to her. This Is mafia erotic content and it is not for viewers younger than 21.

A billionaire heiress betrayed. Two ruthless Scottish mafia twins who’ll stop at nothing to claim her. Danger, obsession, and a love worth starting a war for. Time to burn it all to the fucking ground.... He was the love of my life. My husband. My mistake. Cole Harrington.... Hollywood's golden boy. The man I pulled from obscurity and handed a career on a silver platter. The man I defended, supported, and loved... until I walked in on him naked in his dressing room, balls deep in his co-star like it was the scene of his life. That was the moment something in me snapped. I'm done being the quiet, supportive wife in the background. My name is Eilidh MacLeod, and I was somebody long before I met him. Scottish Billionaire heiress. Former child star. Acclaimed actress and dancer. The woman who built him... and the one who's going to break him. Now it's my turn. I'm taking back my life, my career, my crown, and I'm burning every bridge, every lie, and every ounce of him to the ground. And somewhere between the chaos, the paparazzi, and the sweet taste of revenge, I meet them. Two men. Twins. Dangerously gorgeous, shamelessly charming, and utterly off limits... except they make me feel more alive than I ever have. They show me what real love is, raw, wild, and unconditional, and they just may run the Scottish Mafia. By the time I'm done, Cole won't just lose me. He'll lose everything. And I'll be walking away with my heart, my freedom... and maybe two men who would set the world on fire just to keep me.

To save her sister from dying—and herself from going to prison—brilliant but desperate hacker Layla “Lyx” Costov must do the unthinkable: seduce and betray Micheal Wade, the ruthless tech billionaire from her past and Atlanta’s most untouchable bachelor. Her mission is simple and deadly—slip into his life, earn his trust, and steal the incriminating evidence that will destroy his empire. But the man she remembers isn’t the man she meets. Beneath Micheal’s cold power and fortune is a lonely genius who’s drawn to her fire, her defiance, her refusal to bow to him. The more she pushes him away, the deeper his obsession burrows. And the closer she gets to his secrets, the more tangled she becomes in his arms… and his world. Every touch she shares with him is a lie. Every kiss is a trap she set for herself. And every moment she falls harder. As the clock races against her deception, she must decide: save her sister, or shatter the heart of the only man who has ever seen her—the man she’s sworn to ruin, and the man she’s terrified to love. But everything changes when she uncovers a darker truth: her dead, brilliant mother may have been murdered… by Micheal’s father. Now the line between love and survival blurs. Will Layla protect her sister and expose the powerful man she loves—soon to be a father in law? Or face the monstrous truth about her own blood… and her illegitimate father? One betrayal will destroy an empire. Another will destroy her heart. And only one will save the people she loves.

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.

I felt my heart tighten in my chest as I watched with horror, my fiancé and my best friend, having sex in the hotel. They were so engrossed and didn’t even care that they were half naked and anyone who cared, could see them from the glass wall of the building’s fourth floor. Sonia was pressed to the wall while Dennis worked her insides from behind. I couldn’t hear her moans but with every second that I imagined it, my heart sank heavily. Tears flooded my face as I flashed into the last two years of my life when I met Dennis. He was everything I wanted and more. Tall, handsome, broad shoulders and chest, I couldn’t stop drooling as he pulled me into a hug. For a moment there, my heart forgot how to beat, and the moment he smiled and introduced himself, I knew I was going to marry him. I had fallen hard in love with him. Freya decided to try love again after several heartbreaks, she thought Dennis was different but reality dawned on her when she caught him cheating with her best friend, Sonia, the same person who matchmade them in the first place. Actually, Dennis wasn’t cheating on her with Sonia, he was cheating on Sonia with her! The two have been dating for over five years, and she never knew. She was the third wheel in their relationship… What will happen now that Freya has found out? Find out in the story!

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

“F**k me to death if you must, you asshole,” I sobbed. I felt defeated as I lay beneath the Alpha King’s hardened body. He was pressed heavily against me. Tears stained my features and he stared around my face, curiously. He had paused for a long moment, breathless and trembling. Just moments ago, he was ripping my custom-made wedding gown off my thin body and shredding it to pieces. I trembled uncontrollably as he pressed me against his bed, kissing every mark of my body and biting me until I bled. His dark blue gaze had gone wild and at that moment, I truly feared for my life. I feared that the night of my wedding night was going to be the end of my life altogether. The memory of the day invaded my mind as I kept thinking to myself, “how did I end up here?” *** To save her little brother, Hannah was forced to take her stepsister Amy's place in the arranged marriage, marring the cruel Alpha King, Peter. Little did she know, there will be so many dangers await her. Alpha Peter, the most arrogant, cold and strongest man in werewolf Kingdom, he accept this marriage because he needs to find his mate, as it was foretold. Only his mate can save him from his frantic fury. He has no idea that soon he finds himself falling for this little omega girl.

Riven is carrying the last child the world was never meant to see. An outlawed Omega, swollen with a forbidden pregnancy, he’s been hunted from the moment he drew breath—his scent alone enough to drive Alphas into madness. He’s survived by hiding, running, and trusting no one. Until he stumbles into the territory of Cazriel Vane. The Hunter Alpha. Ruthless. Unyielding. Bred to spill blood and erase threats like Riven from existence. But when Cazriel catches him, trembling and defiant, something ancient snaps into place. Something primal. Something irreversible. Now bound by a curse that defies every law, the coldest Alpha alive finds himself tethered to the boy he was meant to kill. And protecting him might be the only thing that saves what’s left of his soul. The world wants Riven dead. Cazriel wants him safe. And the child growing between them? It might burn the entire kingdom to the ground.