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“This isn't right—,” my voice cracked, slow moans slipping through my lips. “Sienna—” he called, his husky voice like hushed whispers in my ear. “Why….why do you say so? You don't want me? Don't you like what I do to you? The way I touch you….” He didn't stop. His fingers kept working their magic inside of me, slipping in and out in a pace I wouldn't call gentle. “I—I. S—Soren!” I jerked when he dipped deeper, hitting my core. “Sshhh….” Finally letting my pussy free, he lay me flat on the bed, my body stark naked before him. Sweaty and dripping hot with an ache for ecstasy. “Daddy wants you and you wouldn't argue, okay?” I nodded, without further hesitation. He had so much control over me. One I couldn't handle. He was so possessive. Fucking domineering. But I liked it, even though he was my stepbrother. Even though I knew this was so wrong. ***** Stuck between two stepbrothers. Sienna is left to make a decision, would she give in to the forbidden desires building within her? And when she chooses at last who will it be? The one who makes her heart flutter and her pussy drip or the one that wraps shield around her like a cardigan in winter?

He pinned me against the wall. His voice, a low growl in my ear. “You’re trembling, little bird. Fear? Or something else?” His hand burns against my skin. “Your brother would kill me for this... but look me in the eye. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you weren’t wet the moment I touched you.” At twenty-one, Elara Stark thought she’d finally escaped the Vipers’ world of blood and leather. Six years later, after her father's murder and her fiancé's betrayal, she's back, only to be trapped under the watch of her brother's Enforcer, Knox. Knox has been secretly obsessed with Elara for years. The girl he once knew is gone, now stands a woman, broken and vulnerable in a way that awakens something dark and possessive in him. He is everything that goes against the moral core and peaceful life she craves, and she knows he's dangerous, but she simply can't resist the temptation. But there's a catch– a rule, no romantic relationship with a Viper or Vipers' families, failure to abide means instant death for the club member. When Elara's pain forces them into a forbidden kiss, the rule doesn't stop them. Will this crushing secret be the final thing to destroy them both? Read to find out what happens when you crave the one thing that will end you.

“…How dare you do this to me, Conrad? How dare you sleep with my sister right next to my bedroom?” I scream at the top of my voice. My voice breaks in two halves. My hands won't stop shaking. My forehead is beaded with sweat. "Ashanti, please I can explain!" Conrad begs as he tries to step down from the bed, but he can't because he's stark under the comforter. "Ashanti, what the are you doing in my bedroom?" Rhea screams at the top of her voice and I drag my eyes from Conrad and plaster them on her face. She doesn't look scared or guilty like Conrad. "And what the are you doing in bed with my boyfriend?" I ask, raising my voice as well. "I just him. What are you going to do about that" …. After red handedly catching her boyfriend in bed with her step-sister, Ashanti thought things couldn’t get any worse for her until the Lycan Beta showed up at her father’s pack and picked her together with her step-sister as for the Lycan Harem who will stand the chance to be chosen as a mate for the ruthless Lycan King. On the same day she arrives at the Harem, she finds her mate… Read to find out the identity of her mate and how things pan out for her in that Harem.

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

BLURB : BREAKING: Popular love song Musician Kai Rhodes Involved in Serious Automotive accident. My heart, which had been beating steadily with the purpose of The Crusader, suddenly lurched and stalled. I frantically clicked the alert. The article was a bare-bones summary, but the key was buried deep: Sources confirmed the accident occurred approximately one week ago, and his team has been desperately trying to suppress the news. The severity, which includes a serious, career-threatening injury, has finally leaked due to pressure from his major sponsors. It wasn’t a fresh accident; it was a crisis that had just become public. His team had lost control. I felt a sudden, sickening jolt… not of grief, but of something far colder and more professional. The Critic immediately recognized the opportunity. This wasn’t just traffic; it was a phenomenon. This was the kind of explosive exclusive that could secure my foundation’s future tonight. The thought sent a jolt of exhilaration, a dark, professional thrill that instantly made the idea of a simple “dick appointment” tomorrow feel small and dull. Before I could even process the professional implications, a new, more specific, more focused email notification chimed on my main computer screen. The subject line was simply: RE: Kai Rhodes Coverage. The sender was Ethan Cole. Thirty days of servitude as the personal assistant to the world’s most damaged rock star: Kai Rhodes, her entitled, hostile step-brother, whom she has publicly skewered for five years. Kai is a furious, wounded wreck since his mysterious accident, and he’s trapped on a luxury tour bus with Anya, the one woman who embodies everything he hates. And, when the contract ends, one of them will fall. Which price will Anya ultimately pay: the price of silence, or the price of truth?

My younger sister, Lila James, had a heart attack. The doctors tried their best, but she died. On the day we buried her, the men she had been involved with showed up. One was an unhinged lawyer, and another one was a powerful heir from Jovaris. Yet another one was a messed-up top celebrity. When they heard that Lila was dead, they lost it. They tried to dig her out and torture her. I blocked their way and begged them, “She’s gone! If you need someone to blame, take it out on me!” That was the moment I became Lila’s stand-in. They tortured me in every way they could think of. They beat me until my skin tore open and forced me to film humiliating videos. I somehow escaped and tried to bring them to justice. The unhinged lawyer threatened to ruin my life! The powerful heir used his influence to shut every door in my face. The messed-up top celebrity leaked the videos and claimed I had seduced him. I became the center of a national scandal, and my reputation was irreparably damaged. My parents even published a statement and cut all ties with me. I went home to confront them. When I reached outside their door, I heard Lila’s voice. She sounded immensely pleased. “Mom, Dad, your plan to fake my death saved me! I can finally get away from those lunatics. “Good thing we had Yara! Otherwise, I would’ve been the one in all these scandals.” I broke down. I rushed into the house. I was ready to drag Lila to hell with me, but my parents killed me first. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Lila had her heart attack.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

In October 2025, an explosion occurs at a remote lab. An unidentified substance is leaked, and the virus makes people go insane. Anyone who is bitten by these rabid creatures becomes one of them. It's like the zombies people see in movies and video games. On the first day of the explosion, my five-year-old, Joyce Fairfield, is still at kindergarten. I risk my life to hurry there, but I can't even find her corpse when I arrive. I can only look at the surveillance footage to see her face, which is ashen with fear. I also see her mouth, "Mommy!" 15 days after the explosion, I finally traverse the city and get to my mother's home. However, all that welcomes me is a destroyed apartment and blood everywhere. 20 days after the explosion, my husband, Emmett Fairfield, calls me one last time from his office, which zombies have surrounded. He tells me not to leave the house. Less than a month after the apocalypse arrives, I lose all my family. I'm alone as I struggle to survive in this dead world. The spread of the virus triggers chaos in mankind. I exchange all my supplies to save a neighboring couple from bandits, leading them to safety in a secure zone where they can live stable lives. However, my kindness is not repaid. Three years after the explosion, the secure zone is under siege by a wave of zombies. As we retreat, my neighbors shove me underneath a car so I'll distract the zombies. Then, they make a run for it and get away. Trusted neighbors betray me. As the zombies eat away at me, I can feel death looming. All I want is to see my family again. Now, I've been reborn. I have six hours before the zombie apocalypse breaks out.

A single misstep, and the consequences were severe. I am Moxie Guerra, known to all who know me as a devil with the face of an angel. At the age of seventeen, I am a woman with high standards in every aspect of life. I insist on the best food, the most luxurious clothing, and when it comes to men, they must be extraordinarily wealthy, attractive, and well-known. Born to my father's mistress, who passed away after my birth, I am scorned by my father's second family. As the daughter of a mafia boss, I was brought up in a perilous environment. No one perceived me as patient or kind. Instead, I was feared, much like my father, which was my Achilles' heel. However, when I discovered that my father had arranged my marriage to the richest son in the country without my approval, my rebellious streak surfaced. I wasn't just the daughter of a mafia boss for appearances. I was as obstinate and egocentric as my father. I decided to flee to a place where my father would least expect me to be. I stopped at the nearest bar for some liquid courage before driving to my mother's hometown. It was a humble province, filled with trees and dirt roads, a stark contrast to my opulent lifestyle. But my survival was more crucial than my sophisticated tastes. However, my car broke down in the middle of a vast highway on the way there. Despite being inebriated, I managed to survive. A man in a black Hummer arrived and came to my aid. His smile was menacing and disconcerting.

In der Nacht meiner ersten Verwandlung mit achtzehn Jahren brachten meine beiden älteren Brüder eine zwölfjährige verwaiste Omega mit nach Hause. Mein Alpha-Bruder nahm mir die seltenen Heilkräuter weg, für die ich meine gesamten Ersparnisse ausgegeben hatte. Es waren Kräuter, die mir eigentlich meine erste Verwandlung erleichtern sollten. Aber er gab sie stattdessen ihr. „Du bist stark genug“, knurrte er. „Du brauchst solche kostbaren Kräuter nicht.“ Mein Beta-Bruder knurrte wütend und zeigte zur Tür. „Verschwinde! Komm nicht zurück!“ Ich sagte nichts mehr, schnappte mir nur meine gepackte Tasche und ging. Sie nahmen an, ich würde nur einen Wutanfall haben und in ein paar Tagen zurückkommen. Da sie nun endlich von meiner Anwesenheit befreit waren, nahmen meine Brüder das Waisenmädchen mit auf eine Reise in die Karibik. Von solch einer Reise hatte ich immer geträumt. Als sie viele Tage später zum Rudel zurückkehrten, waren sie schockiert, als sie erfuhren, dass ich ein Angebot der Oberheilerin eines benachbarten Rudels angenommen hatte. Die Position erforderte fünfzehn Jahre isolierte Kräuterforschung. Ich konnte nie wieder nach Hause zurückkehren. In jener Nacht brachen sie zusammen.