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WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and dark, obsessive themes. Till Sin Do Us Apart is a one-shot taboo tale of lust and domination, where two or more souls collide in the dark, seeking pleasure, and craving release. It’s not only love that binds them, but obsession. This story is extremely sinful, forbidden, and erotic, a slow exhale of tension and temptation. It’s about the ache of being wanted too much, touched too hard, controlled too completely… and still coming back for more.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister’s five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend had become a billionaire. The first thing he did upon returning to the country was to forcibly extract my memories, even though I would suffer endless pain. "Elara, you vain, heartless monster! Lily and I must have been blind to ever treat you like family!" "Lily has been dead for ten years, and you’ve been walking free with that dirty money the whole time!" "Today, I’m going to find out exactly who paid you off—the person you protected just for money!" My boyfriend held a press conference to publicly crucify me for my crimes. But after seeing the whole truth, he went completely insane.

With a troubled and broken past, Prince Chris has always felt apart from his family. He feels even more apart when he runs to his mate and finds out a whole other world. A world hidden even within the werewolf community that is so secret. A slow burn romance with trauma and healing. LGBT representation. BxB romance. Disclaimer - The views of the characters do not represent my own, this is a work of fiction and fantasy. Warning - Depictions of graphic, but tasteful sex. Trauma, discrimination, targeted violence and stubborn characters.

The injured Shadow was thrown into the novel made by her best friend's fiance, unwillingly. When she opened her eyes, a high graphic game-like message flickered in front of her eyes. [{Welcome mortal} - Register name: Shadow - Gender: handsome lady - Code name: SS50 - Title: The Emperor of the Underworld. - Height: 150cm (short)] After she received the bizarre message from supposed trusted companions, the sense of betrayal messing up her whole system, driving her tired mind to the beyond insanity. And she knew she was done for.

They were never supposed to meet, but she knocked on the wrong hotel room. Rosemary May was a call girl on her way to meet her next client. When she checks the room number, she saw 89, not 68. Luke Zalchini is the big bad mafia boss who is in the middle of a territory war and when a beautiful woman suddenly appears at his hotel suite, he doesn't take it lightly. He suspects her to be an assassin seductress sent to lure or trap him to his death. ~WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND STRONG GRAPHIC CONTENT~

"They said the Alpha’s heir was a son. They lied." Wolfless. Worthless. A walking curse. Cinder Romero has spent her life as the shadow twin—blamed for her mother’s death, ignored by her kingdom, and promised like livestock to a man she despises. But when an ancient monster breaches the barrier and leaves her brother near death, Cinder is thrust into the role meant for him: envoy to the Vampire Kingdom of Erevar. Except no one knows she was the firstborn. Or that something terrifying and powerful woke inside her that night. Sent across enemy borders to a dark academy where vampires, fae, warlocks and monsters walk the halls, Cinder must navigate court politics, whispered legends, and the devastating attention of the Vampire Prince—a beautiful, cruel enigma who might want her dead… or worse, want her entirely. But nothing is as dangerous as the man she’s betrothed to. Zulu smiles like a lover and schemes like a villain. And he’s not just waiting for her return—he’s hunting for what’s inside her. The academy may teach her how to fight. But only the truth will set her free. A cursed heir. A forbidden magic. A love that could ruin kingdoms.

This is a story set in omegaverse. There are 6 genders namely; Alpha male, Alpha female, Beta male, Beta female, Omega male and Omega female. The Alphas are at the top of the food chain, followed by the betas then the omega females and, in dead last, the omega males. I'm Makino Hinata and I'm one of them, an omega male, according to society, abnormal. The Alphas have a different biological composition than the betas and omegas, they are able to produce pheromones that attract omegas, they have a ball-shaped thing at the end of their reproductive organ that is active during their ruts, they use this to impregnate the omegas, they are at the top of the food chain. The betas have no special quality, their basically normal humans. The omegas females and males are for breeding and have pheromones that attracts alphas into mating with them during heat, they have wombs for carrying babies. There are suppressant medicines that keep the alpha's rut and omega's heat in check, there are also medicines that incites heat in omegas. There are pills and shots for those types of medicines. In my last year of middle school when I had one of my heats, I was unprepared, walking home at night. Luckily there was no one on the street, or so I thought. "Hey, are you okay?" A voice came from behind me.

Rome never wanted anything else but to please his surrogate father, the man who had kept him when the world turned its back on him. Promising to do whatever his old man wished, he found himself walking inside their enemy line as the ‘wolf in sheep’s skin.’ Until the perfect day to finally kill their nemesis came. With his skill and his gun in his hand, he couldn’t be more ready. ​ But what if the door of the room he was hiding in suddenly opened? Surprised about what happened, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off the beauty that instantly appeared on that door. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the ballerina, Margaux, the only woman in this world he wasn’t supposed to love at all. *** ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. Names characters, businesses, songs, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding. When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York. I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families. There he was. Nico. He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress. I told him to go to hell. He got ugly. The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York. I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent. Every head bowed in respect. Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us. He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it. His voice was dangerously low. “Who hurt my future wife?”