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"St... Stay away" Her voice trembled in fear as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. His palms were pressed against the wall, caging her in his embrace while her tiny fists were making futile attempts to push him back. "So, you want me to go out to satisfy my needs when I have a beautiful wife at home?" His thumb stroked her lips, his eyes fixated on them, unyielding and hungry. "But you made it clear that your heart belongs to someone else and our marriage is nothing but an agreement" her heart throbbed with pain as she thought about it. After the horrific and pitiful past, destiny has bestowed her a devil for a husband. "That's true," he cocked his head. "But we don't love every chic we fuck. Do we?" His callous words shattered Roseline's world. All she wanted was to cry on her fate! Her pain was evident through her eyes but this didn't stop him from getting what he wanted! ~•~•~•~ In an unexpected twist of fate, Orphan Roseline finds herself in a contract marriage with a ruthless Billionaire, Vincenzo De Luca. On the first night, she gets to know that he has married her on purpose, and the doors to his heart are securely guarded. He has money, looks, and fame, but not the love for which she has craved her whole life. She has an infectious laugh, he never graced his lips with a smile. She follows her path, he demands unwavering obedience. She is sympathetic, he is cold-hearted. Their personalities are worlds apart, yet both harbor secrets concealed behind their respective facades. Will Roseline be able to make her space in his heart or will she be cast aside once his hidden purpose is fulfilled?

His breath hit my mouth first. Warm. Shaky. Too close. Then Alex whispered, “Let go of me…” But his hands stayed on my chest. His fingers curled into the fabric like he needed something to hold onto. The thunder outside cracked, but it was nothing compared to the storm in his eyes. I tried to step back. I really did. But he moved first. Alex’s forehead touched mine, just lightly, like he didn’t realize he was doing it. His breath trembled against my lips. I felt every inch of him, every line of heat, every fight he was losing with himself. “You should hate me,” he whispered. “I do,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like hate at all. His lips brushed mine. Barely. A ghost of a touch. It burned. Alex swallowed hard. “Then why are you trembling?” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Because you’re too close.” He gave a slow, dangerous smile. “Then stop me.” I didn’t. ◇♧♡♧◇ Blake Silver enters Midnight Academy to prove himself and bring down the Thorne bloodline for good. Alex Thorne is everything he hates, everything he fears becoming, and everything he cannot stop looking at. Forced to train together, live together, and survive each other, their rivalry grows hot enough to burn. But when a stormy night ends in an accidental kiss, one truth rises like lightning. Their parents are hiding something about their past, something that ties Blake and Alex closer than enemies should ever be. If your sworn rival might become your stepbrother… would you still want the next kiss?

Travis Villaflor does not lose. In business, he conquers. In life, he dominates. With godlike beauty, ruthless intelligence, and power that bends men twice his size, he has built an empire where everything and everyone falls into place exactly as he commands. And he belongs to Cathyrine Reva. At least, that is the lie he has repeated for years. Because there was once a boy. Raine Montemayor. Fifteen years of age. Soft-eyed and devoted. Recklessly in love. A boy who trembled but still offered everything. His body, his heart, his soul. And the confession, it terrified him. So he crushed it. “I’m straight,” he said coldly. “I only see you as a brother.” And just like that, he destroyed the only person who had ever looked at him as if he were something more than a god. Raine left for Canada soon after. Travis thought distance would erase the memory. Well, it didn’t. Years later, Raine returns. But the boy Travis rejected is gone. The man who steps off the plane is controlled and polished. Sinfully beautiful. His smile no longer innocent, but knowing. His presence no longer pleading, but commanding. Raine no longer looks like he belongs to him. And that is unacceptable. He has a girlfriend, a reputation and a name built on control. Yet every time Raine turns away from him… every time someone else dares to touch him… Jealousy tastes like blood in his mouth. He wants to drag him close. Mark him. Remind him. “You think you’ve outgrown me?” Travis murmurs one night, voice low and dangerous. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.

Warning❗️❗️Rated 18+ This story contains mature themes and extreme sexual content. Reader’s discretion is advised. ****** “Go down on your knees and suck my cock like a good little whore.” Aurora gasped as he grabbed her hair, making her face down on his cock. She sucked slowly, starting with the tip of his cock. “Fuck…” he growled, arching his back and closing his eyes, clearly enjoying the feeling. His fingers reached for her nipples and he squeezed softly, earning a moan from her. He continued to move his dick deeper into her throat, making her suck continuously, and she gagged and choked on it. “Enough foreplay. Let’s fuck,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as she trembled beneath him. “Let’s see how wet that pussy of yours is. I’m going to make you sweat.” ****** Aurora Sinclair, a timid twenty-two-year-old barista has spent her entire life being invisible. Invisible to the world. And most painfully, invisible to the younger brother who was supposed to be her only family. So when Kevin, reckless and cruel, gambles away twenty billion dollars to the wrong people and decides the only currency he has left is his sister, Aurora’s quiet little life doesn’t just shatter—it burns totally. Marcel Dante is not a man who makes mistakes. The ruthless Mafia King built his empire on fear, loyalty, and blood. Women throw themselves at his feet, men beg at his door, and no one dares to challenge him. So when a broken, trembling girl is placed before him like a bargaining chip, Marcel has every reason to reject her. But something stirs. Something dangerous. And against every instinct, he takes her. What begins as a cruel transaction spirals into something neither of them can control. What happens when desire turns dangerous?

"You're a virgin?!" sigaw ni Lysander Cuevas saka umalis sa ibabaw niya. Hinilamos nito ang palad sa mukha, trying to absorb everything that just happened. Trying to fully understand how could his wife be a virgin when she's supposed to be pregnant, the very reason of their forced marriage. "Papaano?" tanong ni Lysander at saka pinagmasdan siya na kumuha ng kumot upang takpan ang hubad na katawan. She trembled in fear as she finally looked up to him. "I'm Isabella, the twin sister of Gabriela, your bride." - Pinahid na lamang ni Isabella ang mga luha na lumalandas sa kanyang mga pisngi habang inaalala ang nangyari noong gabing iyon. After that confrontation ay agad na nagdesisyon ang asawa niyang si Lysander na palayasin siya sa mansyon. Ang malupit pa nito ay agad pinaasikaso ni Lysander ang mga papeles para sa legal nilang paghihiwalay, ngunit hindi niya iyon tinanggap. "Señorita Isabella, naghihintay na po ang sasakyan sa labas," sambit ng lalaking nasa likuran niya. It was her grandfathers' assistant. Tumango lamang siya dito, "susunod na ako, salamat." Muling lumingon si Isabella sa mansyon at doon ay namataan ang asawang si Lysander na nakatayo sa balcony at matalim ang tingin sa kanya. Hinihinntay niyang pigilan siya ni Lysander ngunit wala itong ginawa. Sa puntong iyon ay tuluyang tumalikod si Isabella at naglakad patungo sa naghihintay na sasakyan sa labas ng malaking gate. She's going home to the Herrera's. She looked at the facade of the mansion where she once lived. "Babalik ako." She whispered. - This is the story of Isabella Herrera-Cuevas, a castaway wife who made her way back to her rightful place, as Lysander Cuevas wife.

Lena’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I...I made a mistake.” Grayson’s cold laughter cut through the air. He stepped closer, his towering presence suffocating. “A mistake?” His tone was sharp, dangerous. “Dropping a glass is a mistake. What you did?” He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “That was a choice.” Lena flinched, her chest tightening. “I didn’t know...” “You knew exactly what you were doing.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his icy gaze. “And now you’re here, begging for something. Redemption? Love?” His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Don’t insult me.” “I don’t want anything from you,” she shot back, her voice faltering. Grayson’s soft, mocking laugh made her stomach twist. “You always want something, Lena. What is it now? A second chance to ruin me?” Her heart pounded. The man before her was no longer the one she thought she’d left behind...he was powerful, ruthless, and untouchable. And she feared she’d lost him forever. *** Lena married Grayson for his potential, believing she could manipulate him to secure her family’s fortune. Once the deal was done, she discarded him without remorse. But time has changed everything. Grayson has returned, no longer desperate, but a powerful man who has made it clear he wants nothing to do with her. Regret weighs heavy on Lena, but her reasons for seeking him now remain unclear. Is it guilt? Love? Or something far more dangerous? Grayson’s world is ruthless, offering no room for second chances. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior, a question lingers: Can he forgive her, or will he ensure she pays the ultimate price?

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His cold and expressionless never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke, mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love, someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

"Spread your fucking legs for Daddy…" The moment those growled words hit my ears, my thighs trembled, going weak at the knees. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with envy, aching to be the one spread wide and commanded by that deep, dominant voice. Heat flooded my core, soaking my panties with slick arousal, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Like the foolish, needy girl I was, I nudged the door open just a crack, peeking into the dim light of his bedroom to see who he was claiming on that massive bed. But shock slammed into me—Alpha Kane wasn't with anyone else. He lounged against the headboard, his massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock, stroking it slow and firm while his piercing eyes locked on a spread of my photos scattered across the sheets. Pictures of me in innocent poses, but the way he pumped his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping down his length, turned them filthy in his gaze. **** I'd been just ten when rogues tore through our pack in a brutal war, slaughtering my parents and leaving me orphaned in the blood-soaked ruins. Alpha Kane Laskovic had charged in like a storm, ripping through the attackers with savage fury, saving me and the survivors. He became my guardian, my armored knight, pulling me from the ashes and raising me under his powerful protection. I was supposed to call him Dad—respectful, safe. Not Daddy, not while fantasizing about him pinning me down, growling filthy commands as he fucked me raw, claiming every inch of my body as his. But gods, I couldn't stop. The taboo hunger burned too hot, making me crave his cum flooding my womb, marking me as his forbidden little slut.

BLURB "You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth." Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you..” "Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell." His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..." "But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine." Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?" Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me." ******* Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Maximilian made Eva go through hell. Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed. Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell. Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes and isn’t ready to let her go. Will Eva choose love or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

When Avelina Salazar's father, the Alpha of the Crimson Hounds pack, is brutally murdered before her eyes by her own uncles, whom she never heard of to this date, Avelina is thrown into a twisted game of power, secrets, and fate. Trapped under the sinister rules of her father's killers, Matteo Augustus and Dante Romano, Avelina Salazar discovers that she is destined to be their mate, forever branded with the dark shadow of their clan's tradition. But Avelina is not one to accept her fate without a fight. As she unravels the mysteries behind her mother's death, the clan's secrets, and the true intentions of the Alphas, Avelina is forced to confront the brutal truth of her family's history and rethink her choices, what her eyes see and what her brain believes, especially when her pure blood makes the enemies chase her and danger lurks around every corner. ***** "You seem to have forgotten the rules, Avelina," Dante's voice reverberated in the dark as he stood behind me, his lips brushing against my neck, "Perhaps it's time we refresh your memory." A surge of vulnerability coursed through my veins, but I refused to succumb. My breath trembled, my palms perspired, yet with defiance in my eyes, I spat, "I don't give a fuck about your so-called rules." "Then start giving a fuck, Princess," Matteo hissed, gripping my jaw tightly and bringing his face dangerously close to mine, our lips inches apart, "Or else, you'll face the consequences." They repulsed me, yet a forbidden desire remained. "I'm not afraid." A wicked smirk adorned Dante's lips, while a sinister chuckle escaped Matteo's mouth, "Let's take you to the torture cell then. Your untouched body will make for a beautiful plaything." I drew in a quiet breath-The torture cell was no good news.