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Inosente sa unang tingin tila di makabasag pinggan ang awra ni Dorothy Sebastian. Pero kapag ito ay umpisa ng magsalita ikaw ay mauubosan ng dahilan, palusot, oh anong pigil mo wala ring kwenta. Parang bata, wala sa tamang pag-iisip, baliw, kulang sa pagmamahal, abnormal, at higit sa lahat' manyak. Yan ang laging bansag sa kanya dahil kung anong laman ng utak n'ya. Ay gagawin at gagawin n'ya ang gusto n'ya. Paano mo ba maiiwasan ang ganitong babae? Lalo na kung ikaw ay nagustohan at natipuhan n'ya? Kahit anong pigil mo para hindi kalang magkakasala. Paano kung s'ya na mismo ang gumagawa ng paraan. Kaya mo pa kayang umayaw kung ang ng gagahasa sayo' ay isang inosenteng manyak? Hanggang saan ba ang pagpipigil ni Darwin sa sarili' para hindi lang magkasala sa kanyang misyon. Kung gayong unti-unti na s'yang nakaramdam ng pag-ibig kay Dorothy.

I was Bloodthorn Pack's weakest omega—rejected, betrayed, and sold at an underground auction. My fated mate spat, "You're not worthy to be my Luna."My adoptive parents auctioned me via forced contract to settle their debts. My “best friend” drugged me for a one-night bidding war, laughing as prices soared.On the night I died, the truth hit: switched at birth, I was a cursed hybrid princess stolen from royalty—hidden to be used and discarded.Reborn three years earlier, I make a new vow: no more victims.Reject the mate. Burn the contract. Avenge every betrayal. Unravel my lost memories, hidden bloodline, and death-defying curse.Then four alphas find me—Crown Prince (ice-veined), General (battle-scarred), Pack Judge (unbeatable), Rogue King (cursed wolf). All whisper, “Sister?”From auction trash to lost princess of the continent’s fiercest bloodline—with four overprotective brothers ready to raze worlds for me.But fate twists again: a rival pack’s twin heirs—midnight cold and sunrise warm—share my unique mate mark. One soul. Two bodies.Enemies before. Salvation now… or final doom?Betrayed. Sold. Reborn. No begging for love this time. Meet my brothers first—then decide if you want their princess as prey… or as queen.

I thought he was a ghost from my past, but he came back with a marriage certificate and a billion‑dollar debt. He says I have to pay with my body—and my voice. “You’re in breach of contract, Mrs. Moretti.” Seven years ago, Dante Moretti was a broken sound engineer who broke my heart and vanished. Today, he’s the ruthless head of a global empire—and he just walked backstage to claim what’s his. Me. He brings a marriage certificate I don’t remember signing and a list of clauses that turn my world‑famous life into a gilded cage. He owns my label. He owns my jet. And he claims he owns my voice. Dragged to a fortress in Sicily, I’m trapped between a secret past I can’t outrun and a “husband” who looks at me with equal parts hunger and hate. Dante swears he’s the only thing standing between me and the monsters who want to buy my soul. But as the line between protection and possession blurs, I have to wonder: Is Dante Moretti saving me from the fire… or is he the one holding the match? He’s my greatest sin. My biggest secret. And now, he might be my only hope. ---

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

I was engineered to kill men with a kiss. When my pleasure‑kill protocol glitches on a Bratva king and binds my system to his, he gives me a choice: become his contract wife… or be handed back to the monsters who built me I was trained to destroy men without leaving a mark. The Siren Protocol turned my body into a weapon—every nerve engineered to dismantle loyalty, erase secrets, and turn power into submission. One kiss, and I can crash a neural implant like a virus. Hidden behind a luxury cover identity, I’m waiting for my next directive when my door explodes inward and Kael Petrov walks in—Bratva heir, tech billionaire, and the most controlled man in the city. He thinks he’s here to extract a traitor using his accounts to leak Siren data. He doesn’t know the “escort” in front of him is the Siren asset he’s hunting. So, I do what I was built for. I kiss him. My pleasure‑kill protocol should drop him in eight seconds. Instead, his high‑grade implant bites back. My signal loops through his system and straight into mine, fusing us in a feedback circuit of raw, addictive sensation that neither of us can control. Instead of killing him, I bind myself to him. Now I’m collared in his tower, my systems synced to his, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most interesting problem he’s ever seen. To keep me out of Bratva torture cells but still under his eye, Kael gives me a brutal ultimatum: Marry him and live as his contract wife, or be handed to the men who will take me apart for parts. I was meant to end him. Falling for him was never part of the directive.

In the shadowed alleys of Ravenwood, Celeste Osborne finds herself irresistibly drawn to the enigmatic and dangerously alluring Lucian Bathory. Hired as an au pair for the mysterious Bathory family, Celeste quickly discovers that Lucian is no ordinary man—he’s a centuries-old vampire with a thirst for blood and a hunger that goes far beyond the physical. As Celeste is pulled deeper into Lucian’s dark world, the boundaries between fear and desire begin to blur. Her days are filled with tension, but it’s in the secret hours of the night that their passions ignite. Lucian’s touch awakens something wild within her, something she never knew existed, but it comes at a price. His world is one of power, danger, and ancient rivalries, and loving him means embracing a darkness that could consume her whole. As their forbidden romance intensifies, Celeste must decide if she’s willing to surrender to the seductive pull of Lucian’s world, where every kiss could be her last and every touch could bind her to him for eternity. In this tale of love, lust, and immortality, Celeste will learn that some desires are worth risking everything—even her soul. "Crimson Shadows: Forbidden Thirst" is Book I of the Crimson Shadows series. It is a dark and passionate story where love and danger entwine, pushing the boundaries of what it means to surrender to desire.

One silly dare in a crowded club. One clumsy puff of his cigarette. One choking cough that turned innocent giggles into something dangerous. Grace thought she was just playing a game with her friends. She never expected the man in the shadows, the one with the cold eyes and the lighter that flicked like a promise, would watch her every second after that. Adrian Valente doesn’t chase women. He claims them. Ruthless mafia king. Owner of the night. The kind of man who makes rooms go silent when he walks in, whose name alone is a warning carved in fear. She ran back to her table laughing. He stayed seated, cigarette forgotten, staring at the spot she’d left like she’d stolen something vital from his chest. Now he knows her name. Her laugh. The way her cheeks flush when she’s embarrassed. And Adrian Valente never forgets what belongs to him. One dare started it.One look sealed it. She has no idea the devil just decided she’s his. And devils don’t let go.

"You can go fuck yourself Hudson!" Annette yelled as she glared at him "You're already doing that, Goldilocks." Hudson said with a huge grin on his face. ****** Hudson McKenney is ruthless and cold, he has no feelings and might end up getting poisoned by one of his many female mistresses, but Hudson doesn't care. All he wanted was to live his life to the fullest until he meets Annette Zachary. Annette Zachary is slightly naive but loves her sister to death, and she would do anything for her even if she has to tango with the devil. Will she be able to get out of the relationship unscathed?

You should be grateful. That sentence killed me in my last life. My father said it while selling me to Blackmoon’s cold alpha. My husband—Alpha Lucian Black—growled it when I asked for a divorce. My sister purred it as she stole my inheritance. My mother prayed it, watching my slaughter. They framed me. Dragged me into the forest. Broke my bones. Ripped out my wolf. Left me bleeding under a blood moon. All smiling. All demanding gratitude. Then—I woke up. Reborn. The night before the betrayal. Back in my weak, human body, my untouched mate-mark burning. This time? No begging. No obedience. I burn contracts. Shatter schemes. Become the monster they created. But my “cruel” Alpha has changed. Lucian Black’s golden eyes darken when rivals look at me. His voice cracks when I say “divorce.” His hands grip me like I might vanish. “Please,” he snarls, slamming me against the wall, fangs grazing my throat, breath hot. “Don’t leave me.” He doesn’t remember shredding me. Doesn’t know I’m the key to his curse… —or his pack’s destruction. Wolves rule by fang. Mates by power, not passion. I died weak. This time, they kneel. Reborn from blood. Fueled by hate. Tangled in obsession… I’ll take my revenge. And claim true love’s bite. Dark werewolf rebirth romance: cursed alpha obsession, forced marriage, betrayal, revenge, possessive heat, weak-to-queen.

My Fantasies, Exposed!" Elias McIntyre was the classic definition of a nerd—quiet, book-smart, hidden behind oversized glasses and baggy clothes. She kept to herself, buried in schoolwork and fiction… especially the kind she secretly wrote in her personal journal. No one knew about her massive crush on Kaelen Nightshade—the Hot biker, star quarterback, and her twin brother's sworn enemy. Elias knew he was out of her league, so she poured her heart and fantasies into writing. It was harmless… or so she thought. Until the unthinkable happened. One morning, she walks into school and finds everyone staring. Her secret journal, the one filled with steamy thoughts about Kaelen, has been leaked. And suddenly, she’s not invisible anymore. Especially to him.