Typhoon Blow Gun

Ashley was once the strongest warrior, the most gifted healer, and the chosen Luna. Her future was set… until the night she vanished. Kidnapped by rogues and left to die, Ashley reached out to her mate, Alpha Jace, only to be met with a cold “contact later” as a response. The rogues laughed at her. “Even your Alpha doesn’t care if you live or die.” Alone and wounded, Ashley escaped but lost her wolf, Amy, in the process. When she was in need of his help, Jace was attending to Carina, his childhood friend. Ashley felt hurt and betrayed once she realized this and made the painful decision to reject Jace and sever their bond. But Jace refused to let her go and proposed an enticing offer. Just when Ashley tries to believe him, she uncovered the truth—she was never the mate. She was a stand-in. A shield to protect Carina. As the final straw, Ashley turned the tables. She blackmailed Jace’s beta, Lucas, when she discovers his involvement with the rogues and forced him to help her escape. But at the edge of her freedom, Jace is waiting and the final blow is delivered: losing her wolf was part of their plan. As Jace completed his plan by marking her as his forever, Ashley braced for the end. Until the Lycan King arrived. He doesn’t come to save her. He comes to claim her. But why would the most powerful man want a broken substitute? And what will happen when Ashley discovers she was never a pawn—she was the prize?

For five years, I was Carlos’s dirty little secret. In the light of day, I was his executive assistant, handling his legitimate businesses while he treated me with cold, professional detachment. In the shadows, I was the woman he claimed to love more than life itself, the one who warmed his bed while he whispered promises against my skin. That was until I found out I was pregnant. I was ready to tell him, to finally ask for a life in the light. But then, I discovered Carlos had purchased a secluded estate in the suburbs—a fortress meant for a wife. I followed him there, heart in my throat, only to watch through the window as his hand slid beneath a woman’s silk lingerie, his eyes burning with a raw desire I thought belonged only to me. "Sophie," he groaned, his voice rough with emotion. "I stayed unmarried all these years for one reason. I was waiting for you to come back to the States. Marry me." The sounds of their pleasure echoed from the room. The shock was a physical blow; my body revolted, and the stress induced a miscarriage right there in the cold. When I woke up in the hospital, empty and broken, I made a call I had been avoiding for years. I accepted the arranged marriage my family had set up for me—a political alliance with a rival syndicate. The next morning,I would vanish from Carlos’s life forever.

He is my art coach. And he sucked my dick after our first lesson, obviously, I didn't know he was gay! Now, I have to accept that I am impossibly attracted to a man who is eleven years older than me and a relationship between us could never be possible….or? ~~~    “Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?” Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated.    “If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don’t do that.” Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. “If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don’t think I would be giving free blow jobs to any other man I meet in the near future…”  ~~~~ 22-year-old Model influencer, Korea's number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, has everything a boy could want: great looks, amazing talent, the only son of a billionaire family, millions of followers, and fangirls at his feet. Min-a’s quest to help his sister sign a contract with the defiant artist Kwan Seung-ho, who was a much older man leads him to a brilliant art coach who challenges his understanding of love and identity. Could they really be a couple in a society where being gay is seen as condemnable? What Epic Love Story will they write?

Camilla thought the worst day of her life was the day she was framed for cheating—and it only got worse when her contract husband, Lawrence, divorced her without giving her a chance to explain. But nothing could have prepared her for the final blow: walking in on Lawrence and her best friend tangled in bed. Betrayed, humiliated, and heartbroken, Camilla disappears from his life, vowing never to reveal the one secret that could tie them together forever—she's pregnant with his child. Years pass, and Camilla has rebuilt her life on her own terms. Now a respected surgeon, she's engaged to Raymond, a charming man who offers her stability and peace. But her carefully constructed world begins to crumble when Lawrence reappears—this time, as the powerful new owner of her hospital. He's no longer the man she remembers. And he wants her back. As buried truths resurface and past betrayals are unraveled, Camilla finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love, lies, and second chances. Lawrence’s love for her burns stronger than ever, but Raymond’s motives remain uncertain. When everything she thought she knew turns out to be a lie, Camilla must make an impossible choice: return to the man who shattered her, or risk everything on the one who’s never truly let her in.

Do I have two wolves inside of me? Check. Smokin' hot two fated mates? Double check. Except they despise each other more than anyone hates Mondays. Dating one means war with the other. But the chemistry? It's off the freaking charts with both. Here's the kicker: my dual wolf curse turns me into a male at night and a female during the day. Reason is; apparently, my Umbra Wolf is male and my Luna Wolf is female. Eighteen is when they are fully awakened and also when shit gets real. Worse, no one told me about this until I turned eighteen and found out myself! A psycho rogue is after me too, and the only way to avoid him is to find my fated mate at the mating ceremony which I am mandated to attend by the Alpha council because of a scandal I accidentally caused. How does one pick between her stepbrother and his enemy? Especially when one is cruel and the other is chillingly creepy. Catch me dodging love triangles, fighting destiny, and maybe getting my heart broken by two hotties at the same time. P.S. If you're into dark romance, reverse harem, suspense that'll keep you guessing, and enough spice to heat up your phone, then buckle up, ‘cause Nimue La Key and her two mates are about to blow your mind.

The past Day 159 after the first New Species were freed Joy tried to relax in the chair but worry over her client made her fidget. She glanced at the clock, noting he was late again. Minutes ticked by while her anger grew. It was the fourth session in a row that 466 had blown off. He did it on purpose. She knew he was going to be irate over what she’d done in retaliation but he’d left her with no choice. The loud sound of a menacing growl startled her. Her gaze flew to the door a second before it was thrown open. 466 hovered in the hallway, his rich brown hair messed up as if he’d dried it upside down with a blow dryer to give it that fullness. Rage showed in his narrowed, dark gaze. She guessed he’d been the source of the noise. He was pushed forward as one of the guards entered the office behind her client. “Here he is. He wasn’t happy but we got him.” The man shot a dirty look at 466. “Four of his men convinced him to come along or we would have had to drag his inside in shackles. He wanted to fight me.” She winced. “Please sit, 466.” “It seems I don’t have a choice.” He sauntered over to the chair in front of her desk and dropped his big body down hard enough to make the piece of furniture groan. “So much for saying we are free.”

"You are weak, scentless, and unworthy. I, Alpha Silas, reject you as my mate." On her 18th birthday, Lyra Thorne didn’t get a celebration. She got a public execution of her heart. In the Blackwood Pack where power is law, Lyra was the anomaly—an embarrassment to her father and a liability to her pack. But the cruelest blow came from Alpha Silas, her Fated Mate. Instead of claiming her, he shattered their bond in front of everyone to marry a rival’s daughter for a political alliance. Broken, pregnant, and left for dead, Lyra fled into the Forbidden Forest. The pack assumed the weak wolfless girl had perished. They were wrong. Three years later, Blackwood is on the brink of war. Their only hope lies with **The Shadow Claws**, a legendary mercenary faction led by a ruthless, masked woman known only as 'The Viper.' She is cold, lethal, and commands respect from the most dangerous wolves in the region. When Silas meets this mysterious warrior, he is inexplicably drawn to her. But when the mask finally slips, he is forced to face his biggest regret: The weak girl he threw away is now the powerful Queen he needs to save his pack. Silas wants her back. He wants to claim what is his. But Lyra didn't return for love. She returned for justice. And she didn't come alone. She brought a little boy with eyes that mirror the Alpha's own... a secret that could either redeem Silas, or destroy his entire kingdom.

His blood is still on my hands when he presses me to the wall. He's not kissing me yet, just his breath at my throat and his fingers tugging the waistband of my scrubs like he owns what’s under them. "I kill for you, doctor," he growls, voice thick with threat and worship. "The least you can do is stop pretending you don’t like it." I should run, instead, I tilt my chin—and dare him to try. Dr. Elena Vance never meant to save a mafia king. One moment, she’s leaving a trauma shift. The next, she’s elbow-deep in blood, patching up a man with a gun under his belt and death in his eyes. That man is Dante Volkov. Russia’s most wanted heir. New York’s rising Pakhan. And now? Elena’s captor. His offer is simple: Marry him or disappear forever. She bargains for three months.Three months to resist the Bratva’s crown prince. Three months to prove she’s no one’s possession. But Dante doesn’t play fair. He wages war with his hands, his mouth, his voice—claiming Elena in every room, every breath, every ruined rule. And as old enemies rise and family blood spills, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Elena isn’t just married to the mob. She’s becoming one of them.

Her only sin was having a killer body and innocent face which made the dreaded mafia lord, Lord Cassano obsessed with her. Shaking him off was impossible, he was everywhere. And he must have her, whether she liked it or not. It doesn't matter if he needed to cripple her boyfriend, or threaten her with the lives of her parents to make it happen. All he knew was that Aurora was his, and he was determined to keep her, no matter the cost or consequence. **** “Is this what you call love? You psycho! Every other day, I get kidnapped or threatened by your rivals and numerous enemies, get caught in a gun fire and witness your brutality. You have taken away my freedom and molded me into something I don't recognize. Yes, money is good. But this is not the kind of life I want for myself. I can't bear the curse of being your woman, set me free.” I roared, my eyes blazing with fury. I was past caring at this point, I can't survive this mad man. He hated being challenged, he might as well kill me. But to my surprise, psycho cupped my face and placed his forehead on mine with the most tender expression I have ever seen in his eyes. “I'm sorry, baby love. You have underestimated the degree of my selfishness. I will never let you go—unless you kill me.”

"Gabrielle" I shouted and she cut me off. "I own your body, your mind, and your soul. Do you understand? Get back to your desk right this moment and I'll forgive what you just said" she ordered, and I knew some men who would have cowered at that threatening tone, but not me. I was flattered that she was dead set on having me, but her threats were all empty. "No, I won't, and I am done with this Gabrielle. Nothing you say or do is going to change my mind" I turned away from her and made to open the door when I heard a familiar click behind me. I whipped around to face her, cautiously taking a step back as my eyes took in the gun in her hand that was aimed directly at my head. My heart skipped in my chest. Now there was clear evidence that she was indeed connected with the Mafias. If she killed me, there was a pretty chance my body would never be found, but then, April could follow it up, and with her dedication, she'd find something. The chances were slim tho. Would she shoot me or not? Her eyes looked dead, decided, but there was also fear lurking within their grey depth, she didn't want to shoot. I called her bluff, pushing the door open. She pulled the trigger. ****** A forbidden love story between a Mafia Don and an undercover cop... A. Dangerous. Love.