Violent Crimes

(18+ Warning: This novel contains explicit scenes of violence, aristocratic cruelty, sexual content, and themes of blood magic, non-consensual binding, and character trauma.) Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir—half-human, half-vampire—the product of her deceased mother’s forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire world, Dhampirs are considered abominations, a stain on bloodline purity. Renounced by her enraged father, Lord Quispe, and brutally rejected by the Princes who fear political ruin, Sofia is cast out of the Covenant citadel and into the perilous human world, a day-walker with no power, plagued by the maddening Blood Hunger caused by the trio’s incomplete Blood Mark. Rock bottom forces her into the shadows of the city, where she works at a supernatural bar, fighting to control the erratic power surges of her cursed bond. When a violent attack by feral vampires leaves her vulnerable, she is saved by Phuwin Montague, a powerful, enigmatic Vampire Sovereign from a rival faction. Phuwin sees not a flaw, but a unique political weapon—a Dhampir marked by a Prince. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Sofia trains with an ex-military vampire hunter, learning to master her hybrid nature and the dark potential of her blood. But the psychic echoes of the incomplete bond still haunt her, pulling her

Alenya Vale has always been ordinary, or so she thought. Soft, curvy, and painfully underestimated, she never imagined that her human life was hiding a deadly secret. The truth? Alenya carries Null Blood, an ancient, extinct power that can erase magic on contact. Curses unravel at her touch, alpha commands bounce off her like sunlight, and even the most violent god fragments falter in her presence. To the supernatural world, she’s priceless. To the gods, she’s a threat. Thane Raelthorn is the heir of the most powerful wolf clan in Vaelora, and a demi-god slowly being consumed from within by a god fragment. His magic rages uncontrollably, destroying everything he touches, and every mate who comes near him suffers. Until the night he collapses at Alenya’s feet. The moment she touches him, the madness stops. For the first time in years, the wolf-born prince can breathe, think, and feel. Only she can silence the divine parasite clawing at his soul. Thrown into a world of wolf clans, arcane houses, and divine ruins, Alenya must navigate a realm that suddenly sees her as both savior and target. Assassins, jealous she-wolves, and monstrous god fragments are hunting her, and Thane will do anything to keep her alive. Soft and sarcastic, underestimated and overlooked, Alenya is more than she appears and her curves hold the power to topple gods and change destiny itself. Thane is more than he appears too, brutal, beautiful, and on the edge of madness, he is hers, whether she wants him or not. Fated mates. Dangerous magic. Divine predators. Only together can they survive a world that wants them dead and a destiny that wants them united.

"You shouldn't be touching me." he growled, his voice low and ragged, every muscle beneath her nimble fingers felt the tremors of restrained power. The heat of his skin radiated through her gloves. "If I stop, you'll bleed out." His hand shot up, curling gently-but firmly around her wrist. His eyes, a shade of hellish red in the dim lights, locked onto hers. "No, doctor," he whispered, his lips forming a stern pressed line. "If you stop, it won't be the blood that kills me. It'll be the hunger." Dr. Eleanor Airlea never believed in myths-until the night a wounded stranger staggered into her veterinary clinic under a blood-red moon. The wolfs injuries should have killed him, but his body healed with a feral strength she couldn't explain. His piercing eyes, wild and magnetic, left her both terrified and captivated. Raphael is no ordinary man-he's a werewolf, royalty no less with a bloodline that binds him to the violent laws of his pack and the forbidden desire that burns whenever Eleanor is near. In a world where hunters stalk the night and betrayal lurks under every silver light, their passion becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. She's the healer who should fear him. He's the predator who has set his eyes upon her. And when blood and desire mix under the next full moon, neither of them will be able to resist the pull of destiny. "I don't care what you are," she said, her pulse racing as she held his gaze. "You were bleeding. You needed me." His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Careful, doctor. Saving a wolf can make you his."

In the neon-drenched shadows of Nairobi, Alessia wakes from a fatal gunshot with a chilling clarity: she is not who she thinks she is. While her lover, Mafia heir Lorenzo, mourns the woman she was, Alessia’s body begins to "remember" lethal skills, ancient languages, and violent deaths she never lived. She is Subject A, a high-velocity asset in Project Déjà Vu, a global conspiracy by the shadowy organization VANTA. As the "Blood Memory" fractures her reality, Alessia discovers a horrifying cycle: she and Lorenzo have been paired across centuries, engineered to fall in love only to be reset through state-sponsored tragedies. Their "Affinity" isn't fate—it’s a biological battery used to harvest emotional resonance and destabilize world power structures. Every time they grow too powerful, the system triggers a "Liquidation," wiping their minds to begin the loop anew. But this time, the glitch is permanent. Alessia evolves into the Perfect Weapon, accessing the tactical archives of her past iterations. To break the cycle, she makes the ultimate sacrifice: she severs her connection to Lorenzo, choosing cold, calculated vengeance over manufactured love. While Lorenzo unleashes his own buried rage to protect her, Alessia goes rogue, infiltrating VANTA’s core to delete the "Failure Cycle." As she nears the Creator, Silas, she faces a devastating truth: they weren't just assassins, but prototypes for a global replacement of the elite. To win her freedom, Alessia must decide if she can ever truly love the man who has been her executioner for three hundred years. The loop is breaking, the system is crashing, and the blood is finally speaking. "The memory is in the marrow. The revenge is in the soul.”

In the new world order, humans are nothing but property. Omegas, wolves, and rogues rank higher, leaving humans powerless, destined for collar and chain. She grows up knowing this, but hopes for mercy when her turn comes—a gentle Alpha, a kind Luna, someone who will put her to work but leave her body her own. On the night of her auction, hope dies. She is purchased by Caelan Black, Alpha of the feared Ironfang Pack. Cold, violent, and legendary for his cruelty, Caelan doesn’t buy humans for labor—he buys them for heirs. From the first night, he makes it clear: she is not his mate. She is not his Luna. She is his breeding pet—a body to keep in his bed until she bears his pups. Collared and caged, she fights him, refusing to bend. But Caelan is patient in his cruelty, teaching her submission with hands, mouth, and punishing nights that leave her trembling yet craving more. Soon, her body betrays her. Desire coils through her veins, and in his eyes, she begins to see something more dangerous than lust—possession. When rival Alphas discover Caelan has bonded with a human, they see weakness. They come for her, threatening to steal his breeder and expose him as unfit to rule. Blood is spilled, war ignites, and in the chaos, she realizes the truth: she is no longer just his pet. She is his obsession, his weakness, his ruin. And when the Goddess herself tests their bond, she must decide—remain the breeder he bought her as… or claim her place as the Luna he swore she could never be.

(Book 1 of Her Wolves series)(Reverse Harem) (Spicy) (Can read as Stand Alone) Sometimes the goddess gets it wrong. Horribly wrong. Sometimes your mate was never supposed to even meet you, much less be with you for the rest of your life. This was the case with me. When I met my mate, I was a completely different person. Outspoken. Stubborn. Opinionated but most of all, I was free. I was also nineteen and an orphan. Several years have passed and he has completely broken me. Broken me down to my bones. Don't misunderstand, he had never been physically violent with me. But that didn't change a thing. Dress more modestly. Don't wear black. Bland sex and the likes. He was an Alpha, and I was his little kept wife. I was no longer worthy of even calling myself a Luna. All of that changed when I met them. *** "If we do this, there is no going back. We will own you in the most intimate ways." Ozias whispered, the ropes binding my body going taut as Maverick pulled them. I hid the quiver running down my exposed back. I kept my eyes locked with Ciaran, his eyes smoldering in the florescent lights. "Don't worry, baby girl. We will look after you very well." Dargan murmured behind me. I bit my lip, slightly tipping my head back. That deep voice vibrated through me. "Maverick, dim the lights. It is time to play." Ciaran ordered and I nodded towards him. Towards them. The four males that would bring me to my knees.

Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely. One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone. Pete didn’t chase after me that day. He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head. The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer. Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago— Pete had taken my hand and said, “You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.” What pulled me back was not Pete. It was a letter from Sicily. Thin paper. Cold, rigid handwriting—the kind favored by old families who had ruled too long to bother with sentiment. “The heir has begun showing signs of emotional instability.” “Recent violent behavior has caused internal concern.” “There is disagreement within the family regarding the current Don’s judgment.” In the mafia world, there is only one reason the elders would bypass a man and reach out to a wife officially presumed dead— When the family itself begins to lose balance. So I returned. To the place I had once fled with everything I had. This time, there were no illusions. I no longer placed any hope in emotion. I was there only to fulfill the obligations of the family. I knew exactly how much time I had left. And I knew exactly what needed to be done. I became a proper Donna.

Athena's last memory is a terrifying plunge from a rooftop, the gunshot that killed her—her husband Austin's gunshot—echoing in her ears. She impossibly wakes on her wedding day, reliving the marriage that led to her death. Trapped in a time loop, she must escape Austin's planned murder. Her arranged marriage is a gilded cage, a death sentence disguised as family duty, escape seemingly impossible. A glimmer of hope arises at the concurrent engagement party of billionaire Kael Visconti and her cousin, Arabella. Rumors swirl around Kael, whispering of underworld ties and his reputation as a ruthless mafia don—a truth he carefully conceals, adding to his aura of power and intrigue. Knowing of Arabella's affair, Athena proposes a risky deal: information on the infidelity in exchange for help escaping her wedding. They strike a bargain: Kael will publicly disrupt the wedding, posing as her lover, in exchange for a sham marriage. The plan succeeds. Kael's dramatic intervention creates chaos; Athena escapes. Their flight becomes a media sensation, thrusting Athena into a public engagement with Kael. But this salvation turns terrifying. A violent confrontation with Arabella and her lover reveals Kael's true nature: he's not just a billionaire but the ruthless head of an extensive underworld organization. The shot is precise, swift, and utterly ruthless; the man falls with horrifying finality. Athena sees the cold calculation in Kael's eyes, a terrifying glimpse into his cruelty. She's traded one dangerous man for another, far more powerful and unpredictable. Her fight for survival against a man far more dangerous than Austin has only just begun. The city's most dangerous man is now her soon-to-be husband.

100 years ago, amidst WW3's nuclear bombing, a deadly virus was released in the atmosphere and nearly wiping out the humanity. It lives inside the human brain thriving on the empathy receptors, leading to irrational behaviour and ultimately brain death. To slow the damage, scientists created L.O.V.E, short for Living Off Vital Emotions, a nanovaccine that numbs the virus and switches off all strong emotions. As a last resort and with a dying planet, the Supreme Government created the City, a place to contain the infected survivors suitable for the experiment. Those in the first stages of illness became ideal candidates to receive the neuroinhibitor. Having their feelings restrained and their memory altered, those who come of age are designated a life partner through a selection process, thus preserving the humankind. A few decades after the trial had started, scientists had a major breakthrough. The nanites, which are highly chemically reactive organisms, are changing their bio-engineered purpose when dopamine levels are high. With a new generation of nanoids, stronger and smarter to fight the battle, the virus doesn't have a chance. Many attempts were made to create a man-made version of synthetic dopamine and each time the outcome was a disaster. Their goal is to create new generations, immune to the virus. These are called Purebloods, the offsprings of those who find pure love, the only cure to save them from a violent death. Running out of time, the Experiment entered in its final stages. To minimize the threats, the Colonies have sent their best soldiers to oversee the trial and protect its key subjects. If only things were going according to plan, or better... stay hidden. With Iron Guard, the resistance outside the walls, hunting the Purebloods too, will the trial save human race before it's too late?

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.