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WARNING 18+ CONTAINS MATURE SCENES “Touch my throne and lose your hand. Touch her. . .and lose your soul.” • • • • • King Kaelric is cursed and his kingdom withers without the continuation of his bloodline. Thirty-two maidens were ritually prepared to carry his child and all thirty-two failed to conceive. His enemies sharpen their spears, and King Kaelric is scarred from battle, cold with a duty to protect his people. Elira, a slave girl with no memory of her past, shares a forbidden yet passionate night with the King and bears his seed. But when the pregnancy threatens her fragile life, Kaelric has to choose between the heir fated to restore his kingdom...or the slave who gave him something greater than a kingdom. • • • • • Cursed Bloodline is the first book in The Bloodline Series-a dark, steamy fantasy romance full of fated mates, sacrifice and twisted magic.

In ancient times, crossbreeds are considered as dire catastrophe who wields the power of Calamity, a power that is stronger than the Ultimate King's. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed at instant or else the world will be in the act of God. Aria is an orphan crossbreed and in order to hide her identity, she disguised herself as a little girl and live with the Daemons in the Abyss city. Little did she know, Daemons are big known as slave sellers and it was too late before she noticed it. She was sold to the Werewolf King in an illegal slavery bargain. But her disguise was exposed when she entered the blue flame village, the entry to Neitheria, the Darken realm. Able to escape, she still got caught in the King's lair and suddenly became his mate. What will be Aria's fate now that she was caught into a chain of destiny? This story is a fantasy romance that will drive your desires into an imaginative plot of love, magic, and hope.

Lena has spent her life hidden away from the noisy life of the black moon pack. Mocked for her chubby body in a world where beauty means survival. Living under her aunt’s cruelty, she only wants peace, not attention. But when Alpha Damon,feared, ruthless, and rumored to be cursed fails to find a mate, his Beta arrives demanding Lena becomes the Luna and bears the Alpha’s pup since she’s also mateless . Lena’s aunt offers her up without hesitation. Terrified of being bound to a monster, Lena runs into the woods, desperate for freedom. Instead, she collides with a towering black wolf with silver eyes. Filled with fear and dread, she falls unconscious out of fear. When she wakes, the truth becomes clear. Escaping Damon may be impossible because the beast might be hers.

It was only when I met my boyfriend's family that I found out he was the heir to Scolaris' most powerful mafia family. The Cabellos’ family rules stated that any woman who would become the Donna of their family was required to have fifty million worth of personal assets to their name. For Ian Cabello's sake, I scrimped and saved and worked hard in the real estate industry to finally save up forty million. However, my company started to face problems when we started to lose contracts. I failed to put together the remaining ten million, no matter how hard I tried. Ian held me in his arms to comfort me as he told me how he would figure out a plan to help me put the money together. When my little sister suffered a sudden heart attack and required a large amount to pay for the surgery fees, I tried swiping three cards but discovered that I did not have enough money in them to make the payment. I hurried to the bank to inquire about the insufficient funds, only to be told by the cashier that there was no money in my accounts. How was that possible? I had saved up my hard-earned forty million in the accounts! The person-in-charge looked at me guiltily. "There was a forty-million withdrawal by Signorino Ian to purchase a villa to be gifted to Signorina Lucy Carter as her birthday present."

Tristan Rafe may be Alpha blood, but survival has taught him to rely only on himself and to love no one or nothing. Yet when he sets eyes on Miss Everly, an Alpha’s illegitimate daughter, he is determined to have her, if only as his mistress … After her father's death, Everly never imagined she would be sold to the highest bidder, yet circumstances give her little choice but to accept the self proclaimed rogue’s indecent proposal. After all, Tristan is wealthy, as well as ruthless. Yet his coldness hides deep passion and deeper secrets. If she must be his, Everly intends to lay bare everything the coldhearted beast is hiding. But dark discoveries threaten to destroy them both until unexpected love leads the lost rogue home …

On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage. I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots. In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites. But after we got married, I found out the truth. His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs. Claire attempted suicide three times after that. And Lucas blamed it all on me. He handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers. In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car. My parents and I died in that crash. Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism. But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.

My best friend and I were pulled together into a steamy dark-fantasy romance novel, where we became the Demon King's newest sacrificial consorts. As someone who had actually read the original book, Elodie went pale. After all, this was the raunchiest, most over-the-top novel the two of us had ever read. She grabbed my hand, trembling. "Camille, if I'd known, I never would have wished on my birthday a few days ago to die of pleasure in some gorgeous man's bed. Now it looks like that dream is actually coming true—except the price is my life..." What she didn't notice was the drool sliding down the corner of my mouth. As the highest-ranking succubus, I'd spent years disguised as a human in the modern world, starved of nourishment and all but withering away. Now I'd crossed into a world with no morals and no rules to hold me back. It suited me perfectly. So the moment I laid eyes on the Demon King in front of me—blisteringly hot to the touch and devastatingly handsome—I didn't hesitate for a second. I lunged forward and sank my mouth into his veined, muscled chest. "Sorry, Elodie. A blessing like this, I'm claiming for myself!"

When I was born, the nurse handed me over to my parents, and the smiles on their faces instantly vanished. Hovering over their son's smooth head was a line of numbers that no one else could see. 6570 days. It was exactly 18 years. Not a day more, not a day less. The nurse thought they were just nervous first-time parents, but my parents knew the truth. That number was my lifespan. While everyone else in the delivery room was celebrating a new life, my parents were staring at my death. For the next 18 years, I was the most precious person in the family. No matter how poor we were, the eggs were always mine, the new clothes were always mine, and the meat was always mine. My younger sister could only look on enviously. My parents often told her, "Let your brother have it. He doesn't have much time left." I was well-behaved from a young age, never causing trouble, quietly waiting to die. On my 18th birthday, I blew out the candles and said a sincere goodbye to the world. The next day, my parents and sister, dressed in black clothes, walked into my room with swollen eyes. I rubbed my eyes, smiled at them, and said, "Good morning." The air froze. The sadness on their faces slowly turned into astonishment, then coldness.

After my rebirth, I avoided my family and my boyfriend like the plague. When they tried to throw me a birthday party, I faked an urgent business trip to dodge it. When my parents pleaded with me to move back, I secretly bought my own house that very night. When my boyfriend popped the question, I spun on my heel and married someone else. In my previous life, my sister and I were swept away in a raging flood. By sheer luck, a jagged tree branch snagged my clothes, saving me from the depths, but my sister drowned in the merciless current. My parents, consumed by grief and rage, gripped my throat and screamed, "If it weren't for you, Andrea would still be alive!" My boyfriend acted like it was no big deal, offering half-hearted comfort before we tied the knot. But on our wedding anniversary, during a family cruise, they cornered me on the deck and shoved me overboard. "Time to taste drowning yourself!" they hissed. It turned out they had never gotten over Andrea's death. My boyfriend had never forgotten about her. When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself back on that fateful day. This time, I vowed to live for myself, reclaiming the joy they'd stolen from me.

On the day of our wedding, Maverick Lowe sacrificed me as bait to save his childhood sweetheart, Janet Stewart, from her kidnappers. I was left behind, brutally tormented by the gang. The next day, the entire internet was flooded with indecent videos of me. Maverick publicly branded me a disgrace, broke off our engagement in front of everyone, and soon after, paraded Janet as his bride. While I was drowning in despair, my childhood friend Alfred Hawkins confessed his love. He said he had always cared for me, and vowed to shelter me from every storm. With him by my side, I slowly climbed out of that darkness. We married, and soon after welcomed our daughter, Ruby. The three of us built a life of simple, perfect happiness. Until one day, I stumbled upon Janet sobbing in Alfred's arms. Between tears, she choked out, ''The doctor said… without a matching heart, Yoana won't last another month…'' Yoana, her little girl, had been born with a congenital heart defect. Alfred's hand lingered tenderly on her shoulder as he whispered. ''Don't cry. I told you, Ruby's heart was always meant for Yoana. ''After her birthday, I'll arrange the accident. Then Ruby will be delivered straight to the hospital…''