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Jake has harbored a secret desire for Marcus Chen – his best friend Devon's father – since he was fifteen years old. Now eighteen and invited to spend a week at the Chen family vacation home for Devon's birthday, Jake sees his chance to finally act on three years of pent-up attraction. Marcus, a divorced 43-year-old bachelor, recognizes the dangerous chemistry between them immediately but struggles with the moral implications of wanting his son's best friend. Over the course of one intense week, their mutual desire escalates from stolen glances to heated confrontations to forbidden touches. As they navigate the risk of discovery, the complexity of their age difference, and their genuine connection beyond physical attraction, both must decide what they're willing to sacrifice for something that could either be the mistake of a lifetime or the start of something real.

When Lila Hart’s father dies during a hospital clinical trial, she’s told it was a tragic complication. But the records don’t match. After breaking into the hospital archive, Lila discovers her father signed a withdrawal form days before his death — yet someone altered the date. And the man whose signature is on the file? Lucien Cole. Billionaire CEO. Untouchable. Dangerous. As leaked documents ignite a media storm, Lucien claims he approved the withdrawal — and that someone forged the records to frame him. If he’s lying, he destroyed her family. If he’s telling the truth, someone more powerful is hiding in the shadows. Now Lila must decide: Expose the man she hates… Or trust the only person who might survive the war that’s coming.

Seven people, five murders, one conspiracy. Mobia is a small European country that sits over a volcano that allows magical beings to live there. Many believe the magic also keeps evil at bay, which lowers their crime rate. Joey Hamilton knows better.

After years of struggling to survive, Akayda Jordan finally lands her dream job — personal assistant/secretary in one of the best companies in the whole of California. To celebrate her new beginning, she decides to give one last “performance” at the elite club she’s about to leave behind. One night. One masked encounter. One forbidden act. But fate twists cruelly. The man she had danced for in the dark turns out to be her new boss — Damian Knight. He’s engaged. She’s desperate to keep her secret buried. But when Damian starts sensing something achingly familiar about his new assistant — the scent of her perfume, the way she looks away when he stares too long — the walls between them begin to crack. But he was sure the girl with the big glasses was not the girl with the mask and firefly tattoo who had woken up a hunger in him. Soon, professionalism turns into tension. Tension turns into temptation. And the closer he gets to the truth, the more dangerous her secret becomes. Because if Damian ever discovers she’s the masked girl he’s been searching for… she might lose not just her job, but her heart.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

“Why is Elara always better than me?” The night before her wedding, Hannah Graham vanished, leaving behind a bitter note blaming her sister, Elara, for her death. Damon Blackwood, the cold and powerful CEO of Blackwood Corp, lost the woman he loved—and in his rage, he married Elara instead. Not out of love. Out of hate. For five years, Elara lived in misery. Damon ignored her, let his family humiliate her, and made sure she never forgot she was unwanted. She stayed only for their daughter. Then Hannah came back. Alive. Smiling. And with a son she claimed was Damon’s. Overjoyed, Damon turned his back on Elara completely. He gave all his care to Hannah and the boy, while Elara and her daughter were left to suffer. Even when Elara begged him to believe their child was sick, Damon’s words cut her to pieces: “You’re disgusting, Elara. Using our daughter just to get my attention.” Broken, Elara signed the divorce papers. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she said her final goodbye. But tragedy struck when her car went off a cliff, mother and daughter…gone. Too late, Damon realized the truth: He had fallen for the woman he swore to hate… and destroyed her with his own hands.

She didn't mean to moan when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand between her thighs, his breath scorching against her ear. "You're soaking, little Omega," Damien growled. "Tell me-did you think of us when you touched yourself at night? Or did you cry and clench your legs shut like a good little liar?" She trembled and her body ached for more. Lucian's voice came next, rough and dark. "You ran from us. Left us hard and hungry. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to feel your cunt grip my cock?" Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, dragging her back into his chest with a growl. "You belong to us, Omega. Say it, or I'll bend you over this desk and make you remember with every inch." She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came. "Say it," Damien snapped. "Say who owns this filthy little body." The mate bond snapped, it was wild and irresponsible. She burned for them, and ached for them. And when she ran, they hunted. Now they've found her again, and she was trembling, slick, lying to herself with every breath she takes. But there's no more mercy. She'll scream when they mark her. Shake when they knot her. Break when they bond her. "You were made for our cocks, little mate," Lucian whispers, licking her tears. "Now open your mouth and show us how sorry you are." This time, they don't make love. They destroy her and she begs for more.

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me. He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!" That was it. I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?" My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?" Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable! I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance." Then, he hung up. The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat. I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead. "Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."

Everyone said my good looks were what saved me from my family's downfall. It was how I managed to become a Donna. I was the only one who knew why he had to compromise to marry me. Xavier Whitmore, the tall and handsome Don, was unable to have physical relationships with a woman. When I shyly took off the gown on our wedding night, he sat in his chair and lit a cigarette before remarking in an icy voice, "I'm allergic to women. That said, you have my word that you will be the only woman in my life." He kept his promise. Though he never so much as touched me in the five years of our marriage, he provided me with a life of luxury and wealth. Although it was merely a title, being his only woman brought me happiness. Everything changed on the day my men and I were ambushed by a rival mafia family. We barely made it out alive. When I returned home, I found him locked in a tight embrace with his widowed sister-in-law, Alice Ortega. "Alice, I won't let you remarry. If you do, I'll make sure that man dies a thousand deaths." I scoffed. It wasn't so much that he couldn't handle being physical with a woman. It was simply that he could not be physical with anyone but her. In that case, she could have the pleasure of being the Donna.

Her parent's death had taken a part of Beatrice. Having grown into a cold-blooded vampire, she was weak, unlike the others. The Coldblooded vampires were the ancient virtue of the night. Passed down to generations and lineages, the blood never lies. After her parent's death, she moved to the other part of the land. The land of Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled and settled in by the other creatures, the wolves. Having met the Lord of Viscoria, Beatrice was determined to unlock her powers and become the hybrid Hostess of land of Viscoria. **** "Aye Milord, this maiden does not need a broth," Beatrice said with a smile. "Did you have fun Beatrice, I heard you went to the brothel to meet a friend. "...."