Novel & Cerita Warlords Ruin Imprisoned

Blurb _“Rejecting the most powerful boy in school was my first mistake… surviving his obsession might be my last.”_ Isabella has spent years hiding the truth behind quiet smiles and long sleeves. At home, her older brother Victor controls every part of her life with fear and violence, leaving her with scars no one else can see. Transferring to Ravenwood High was supposed to be her escape. Instead, it becomes the beginning of something far more dangerous. When Nate, the school’s powerful and ruthless king, sets his sights on her, Isabella becomes the center of an obsession she cannot escape. Nate believes she belongs to him. But Jacey, Nate’s mysterious rival, sees something different in Isabella...someone worth protecting. As Nate’s obsession grows darker and Jacey’s hidden world begins pulling Isabella deeper into danger, the secrets she tried so hard to bury begin to surface. And when the truth about the abuse she has suffered finally comes out, Isabella realizes that surviving her past may only be the beginning of her fight. Because in a world where love can become possession… And protection can hide dangerous secrets… Isabella must decide who she can truly trust. Before her scars destroy everything. Trapped between obsession and protection, Isabella must face the truth about her past before it destroys her future. Because some scars never heal. And some people will burn the world down just to own you.

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

SUMMARY “Aarggghhh," I moan as Rafè slams into me with a single thrust. “Shhh, baby," he whispers, kissing my neck. “You don't want anyone stepping out and finds you fucking your fiance's nephew now do you?” He punctuates his question with another thrust and I bite on his shoulder to keep from screaming. I can't believe I'm having sex with my fiance's nephew on the balcony of our home, while my engagement party is currently going on inside. The worst part is I don't seem to be scared about getting caught. ∞∞∞ Every girl dreams of a beautiful life with kids and a loving husband. But when I'm sold off to an old godfather as payment for my mother's gambling debts I know that dream will stay a dream. Especially when he threatens to take my sister if I disobey. Everything was going fine till the day I sucked off one of his nephews in exchange for keeping my secret. The next day all three of his nephews are claiming me as theirs. With a past that I've spent my entire life running away from, a fiance who won't hesitate to end me at the slightest betrayal and three men who have vowed make me bend to their will, will I be able to survive?

My husband, Don Lorenzo, ran New York's underworld. And he's the one who put me in prison. All because his childhood flame, Cassandra Viti—the Viti family princess—killed my father. I was the first one on the scene. The Feds caught me standing over the body. He faked the evidence. Made sure I took the fall. I spent three years in hell. His apology? A single sentence and an unlimited black card. "I owe Cassandra three wishes. Once you're out, once I've paid my debt to her, you'll be my Donna again."

“Touch me again, and I swear I’ll kiss you just to ruin you.” He was supposed to guard me—not make me feel like burning. After a near-fatal poisoning, mafia heir Renzo D’Amico wakes up trapped in a countryside safehouse under the watch of a mute, brooding bodyguard with a face carved from stone and eyes that never look away. Bram Hale doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. And he definitely doesn’t care—until he does. Renzo’s used to playing with fire, but Bram? He is the fire. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. They clash. They burn. And somewhere between survival, secrets, and stolen glances… a line gets crossed. But someone still wants Renzo dead. And this time, his heart might not survive the fallout.

I had spent my life fighting to survive. By day, I was a struggling writer barely keeping it together. By night, I sold myself to pay off debts I never asked for. I had sworn I’d never let a man own me… until Damien Cross. He was ruthless, icy, and used to getting whatever—or whoever—he wanted. But I wasn’t like the others. I resisted him, challenged him, and yet, I couldn’t deny the fire he ignited in me. When he offered me a fortune to become his exclusive companion, I knew I was playing with fire—but the temptation was impossible to resist. Desire turned into obsession, possession became dangerous, and secrets threatened to destroy everything. I was caught between loyalty, survival, and a hunger that refused to be ignored. And Damien… he wanted it all. I shouldn’t have wanted him. I shouldn’t have let him see me. But I couldn’t stop myself. [NOTE: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES AHEAD!]

Lila Harper's perfect life implodes when she catches her fiancé cheating four days before their wedding. Drunk, heartbroken, and craving escape, she stumbles into the wrong hotel room and straight into the arms of Lucian Kane: a ruthless, sinfully dominant 45-year-old billionaire who gives her the first real pleasure of her life. Come morning, he's gone until she discovers he's her new boss. What starts as filthy, forbidden office games spirals into obsession, possession, and a love that demands total surrender.

Milan thought she escaped her past. Vito thought he was done with her. Now they're caught in a game neither can afford to lose. Dive into His Little Ruin, a dark mafia romance where love is dangerous, desire is forbidden, and the stakes are life or death. This book is participating in the “Doing Me To The Fullest” contest. I’d appreciate your support for Milan and Vito with gems and a thought as you read.

As the respected Luna of the Clearwater Pack, Kara’s life is a lie. She’s a powerful secret Omega, bound to her Alpha not by a true mating mark, but by a hollow engagement ring and a desperate reliance on heat suppressants. Her world implodes when her Alpha, Kael, returns with his true fated mate. In a brutal act of cruelty, he publicly exposes Kara's secret and confiscates her suppressants, leaving her marked for ruin as her dangerous heat approaches. Hunted and broken, Kara escapes into the wilderness, where she is found by an alliance of powerful outcasts—a Lycan King, a loyal warrior, and a gentle healer. Unlike the pack that discarded her, they cherish her Omega nature, seeing it as a source of immense power to be protected. With the devotion of her new mates, Kara sheds the shame she was taught and embraces the strength she always suppressed. She rises as a queen in her own right, determined to forge a new destiny and dismantle the corrupt pack that threw her away. It is a story of a woman who finds her true pack by embracing the identity she was forced to hide, proving that real power isn’t given, but forged in fire.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.