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To Shawn, Shello is an innocent, well-mannered, kind, obedient, and wealthy spoiled heir. She can't do anything, especially because her life is always controlled by someone else. 'Ok, let's play the game!' Shawn thought. Until Shawn realizes she isn't someone to play with. To Shello, Shawn is an arrogant, rebellious, disrespectful, and rude low-life punk. He definitely will be a bad influence for Shello. 'But, I'll beat him at his own game!' Shello thought. Until Shello realizes he isn't someone to beat. They are strangers until one tragic accident brings them to find each other. And when Shello's ring meets Shawn's finger, it opens one door for them to be stuck in such a complicated bond that is filled with lie after lies. "You're a danger," Shello says one day when she realizes Shawn has been hiding something big in the game, keeping a dark secret from her this whole time. With a dark, piercing gaze, Shawn cracked a half-smile. Then, out of her mind, Shello was pushed to dive deeper into Shawn's world and drowned in it. Now the question is, if the lies come out, will the universe stay in their side and keep them together right to the end?

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be? "Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and dangerous. I’m hoping he heeds my warning. The tall man keeps leaning forward to me, putting our bodies in an intimate, awkward setting. "One, Two, Thre--" He steers his legs forward. My heart was beating a mile per second. I can't believe he is doing this! Feeling his warm palms cupping my face, the next thing I know, he is kissing me. His lips taste like strawberries. I got an entry pass into heaven!

She spent her life saving hearts, until the man who ruled an empire of violence shattered hers. Jenna Blake should have been finishing her final year of cardiology, standing at the edge of a future she had built with discipline, sacrifice, and quiet determination. She was gentle, obedient, a healer with steady hands and a soft heart, someone meant for hospitals, not the shadows of the mafia. Everything changed the day Evan Grant stepped into her life. Forced into marriage with the man who commands fear and respect, Jenna loses her career, her dreams, and the life she fought to create. He is feared by all, yet the feared look up to him. Power comes naturally to him. Control is instinct. Compassion is optional. On the day she became his bride, he offered no comfort, only a reminder of the fiery message she sent him during their disastrous first encounter. Yet he also placed a ring on her finger, a token meant only for her, a symbol that even in a world of violence, he claimed her in a way no one else could. Her freedom vanished. Her life was rewritten. But when secrets surface and past betrayals collide, enemies are forced to confront the truth. A dark mafia romance thriller with enemies-to-lovers tension and a second-chance love that could consume them both.

“No,” she breathed, true panic seizing her. “Mark, don’t —” “This is for the mess,” he said, his voice devoid of all mercy. The cold, rounded end of the handle nudged against her soaked flesh. It was so much broader than a finger, impossibly foreign. “And for the defiance," he completed before he pushed the handle of the knife inside her pussy. The stretch was immediate and shocking. It wasn’t pain. It was a profound, overwhelming fullness. The metal was cool against her burning, clenching heat. A broken scream tore from her throat as he worked it deeper, inch by relentless inch, filling her in a way that was utterly degrading. It was violation given shape and weight. He seated it fully, the cool silver pressing against her deepest parts. He held it there, letting her feel the full, impossible intrusion. Her body fought it, spasming around the unyielding object, which only made the sensation more brutal, more specific. She was panting, her tears soaking the linen, her entire universe reduced to the cold metal splitting her open. “Now,” Mark said, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned over her. His hand remained on the handle, not moving it yet. “You will stay just like this. And you will finish your dinner.” ..... Enter a world of passion, pleasure, and desire with “Steamy Encounters."

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content intended for mature readers, but it does not endorse any form of rape. "I enjoy hearing you say my name. Say it again," he demanded, gripping my neck with one hand while spanking my bottom with the other. "Nik-Niklaus," I gasped as his finger penetrated my wetness, causing me to let out a breathless moan. On her twentieth birthday, Noya received a disturbing gift—a devastated Pack—and was captured by the infamous Niklaus Grey, also known as the devil. Her father had brutally killed Niklaus' mate, leading to this unfortunate turn of events. Niklaus made her his sex slave and tortured her so much that she hated him. Little did Noya know that fate had brought them together for a reason and they would discover love in each other's arms. However, this love was not easily obtained. An Alpha from an enemy Pack kidnapped Noya to hurt Niklaus. And if that wasn't enough, Noya's father, who was presumed dead, returned, threatening their happiness. Will Noya and Niklaus overcome these obstacles that put their love at risk? Or will their love crumble under the weight of these challenges? Explore the thrilling world of this werewolf romance novel, filled with trials, betrayals, suspense, and drama.

"I'm your husband now, Janice. Give me your hand, and don't do something stupid," Connor Hughes whispered those words that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was doomed for the rest of my life. I was supposed to get married to Carl Hughes, but his brother, the person I feared the most in life, showed up instead. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, duping this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know that I would be tying the knot with him today as his wife. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...

At the Nightwood Clan's feast celebrating our victory over the hunters, I was accused by Julia—a fledgling freshly turned from a blood servant. The charge? Stealing fifteen crates of mana crystals and hundreds of vials of the finest rare bloods. She pointed a finger at me, her voice ringing with self-righteousness. "Are we going to let a selfish thief like her continue to control this clan's lifeblood? I propose she be thrown into the Silverwater dungeons immediately!" I looked to Joseph, the Earl of Nightwood, the man I had loved for a hundred years. He knew damn well all of it—the blood, the crystals—was mine. My gift to the clan. I needed those crystals to heal the wounds I took in the fighting, and the rare blood was the only way we could call on our allies. But the man who'd been tangled in my sheets just last night now stared at me coldly. "Julia has records of you stealing clan resources. What do you have to say for yourself?" A smirk touched my lips. "I have nothing to say." So, they thought I was some fool they could just push around. They had no idea I was a descendant of the most powerful Vampire Prince of all, Valerius. If they wanted to play games with me, they’d better be prepared for my revenge.

When my daughter, Jasmine Richmond, attends my boss' birthday banquet with me, she gets violated there. Meanwhile, I just stand at the doorway of the private room, completely unmoved by Jasmine's cries of help. Since then, Jasmine has become depressed. As my wife, Riley Stuart, watches Jasmine lose more weight overtime, she swears that she will seek justice for Jasmine no matter what. But on the day the court case is opened, I give false testimony for my boss and has personally overturned all the accusations. Jasmine breaks down on the spot. She then hurls the documents at me angrily. "You're no dad of mine! You're just a bastard! I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!" Riley rushes over and shoves me away. As she shields Jasmine from me, she screams at me in a voice that's trembling from rage. "Do you even have a conscience left? How dare you collude with outsiders and ruin our daughter!" After I walk out of the courthouse, Jasmine's maternal relatives have me all surrounded. With an icy expression, I goad them on the spot. "Go on, lay a finger on me. I'll make sure to have you locked behind bars in no time!"

Chester Ford brings home a female university student for the 10th time during our 10th wedding anniversary banquet. He walks into the banquet hall with the young lady in his arms. "Don't you see that your outfit is clashing with hers, Yuna Sutherland? Take off your dress. Right here and now." He slowly loosens his tie while I take a step back in panic. He then proceeds to tug my pearl necklace from my neck. "What are you waiting for? Stop acting like you're innocent. Your father tossed your younger sister to Ford Group to be a kept woman back then. He also practically delivered you straight onto my bed, all for 30 million dollars. I'll never forget how he looked when he was begging on his knees." Everyone eagerly watches the drama unfold with champagne glasses in hand. I stare at the wedding ring on his ring finger, which is close to becoming tarnished. For the 10th time, I request a divorce. Chester sneers. "How original of you, Yuna. Yet, you eventually kneel and plead for forgiveness every time. If you leave the Ford family, who's going to pay to keep your sister alive in the ICU?"