Wild Irls

Francesa has one mission. It is to bring down the De Luca empire from the inside. Disguised as a man named Franco, she earns her place close to the heir she swore to kill. But nothing prepares her for Matteo- the man who gives her the most unforgettable night of her life... and the same man she’s meant to destroy. Matteo can’t forget the mystery woman he had a wild night with. Now, he finds himself drawn to Franco in ways that shake everything he thought he knew about himself. As Francesa uncovers a dark secret that could blow everything apart, the lines between hate and desire blur. Will love ruin her revenge or save her from it?

I go ice fishing with my husband, and we encounter a snowstorm and hailstorm. The mountainside villa has no sustenance and power, and he takes my down jacket to keep his former superior warm. I'm three months pregnant, and my daughter is having a high fever. However, he pushes us out of the villa to look for wild vegetables. Why? Because his former superior wants to eat them. He probably has no idea that I've come to this villa countless times to prepare his anniversary gift. Later, my daughter ends up mentally disabled from the high fever. I finally get my hands on proof of his under-the-table dealings with his former superior. I destroy him before he's promoted!

My life changed forever when a single glance triggered the wild instincts of a werewolf, making him relentlessly chase me to be his mate. I ended up stuck in a stranger's house, forced to witness his transformation into a powerful wolf. Now, stuck together, our lives are all tangled up, and I'm faced with the scary truth that there's no way out of this new life for either of us. The world I knew was slipping away, but my strong spirit refused to give up. I have to use all my strength and smarts to outwit a relentless predator and navigate the tricky road that lies before me. But there is a question: will I give in to the dangerous forces at play, or will I find the guts to fight back?

Claire longs for independence, but her father's controlling nature obstructs her aspirations. Her life takes a tumultuous turn with the arrival of the Blackwoods, infamous hunters of the supernatural, in her town. In a twist of fate, she meets Nate, the youngest son of the Blackwoods, and they fall deeply in love. However, their families' conflicting interests put their relationship in peril. As tensions mount and betrayals surface, Claire must navigate her way while also dealing with a rogue werewolf who is vying for the Alpha position. Will Claire and Nate's love be enough to overcome the obstacles they face, or will they succumb to the forces pulling them apart? Find out yourself. But one thing's for sure, their journey is sure to be a wild ride, filled with plenty of twists and turns along the way

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

Warning: Brutally Raw Erotic story for mature minds ONLY! The kind that stalks you, creeps up on you in the dark, and makes you mumble prayers. Triggers and themes: Insane taboo, Stranger’s BBC on a crowded subway, Age gap, Slut for a stalker, Obsessed with the masked man, Dark kinky, Pervert savior… *** *** Isla has always been a wild teenager. Her blissful life gets messy when she fails her scholarship exam to the city’s college and her overly protective mum offers her to the convent as a nun. On her way to the cathedral, she meets the Subway Perv who is about to be her only way out of her twisted fate. Except that the price for her freedom may cost Isla her soul.

Amelia never believed in the legends whispered about the forest. Until one night, beneath the full moon, her eyes met his—eyes that burned gold and promised danger. Shadow isn’t human. But he isn’t a monster, either. He is something ancient. Exiled. Desired. Cursed. He warned her: “I’m a problem you don’t need.” But she had already chosen him. And now… there’s no turning back. In a world where secrets breathe beneath the skin and packs don’t forgive weakness, Amelia and Shadow are fated to burn. Between howls, stolen kisses, and wars whispered in the dark, a forbidden bond awakens—a pull as fierce as it is fatal. A romance as wild as the full moon. A passion that could save them… or consume them both.

A modern-day fujoshi (a woman who’s obsessed with pairing men together in fictional or real scenarios) dies in an accident — only to wake up in the body of Lady Seraphina Edevane, a noblewoman in a world of arranged marriages and rigid social rules. Seraphina is married to Lord Adrian Vale, a stoic duke rumored to have a scandalous past. The twist? Whenever Adrian gets within a certain distance of her, he starts hearing the original woman’s unfiltered inner voice — full of snark, romantic theories, and wild speculations about pairing him with other men. As the woman begins to warm up to him, the “voice distance” increases, forcing them to stay apart or risk exposure… until they realize the connection might hold the key to unraveling a curse tied to both their fates.

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama. Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing. "I want you out of my life." Cool. Noemi could do that. "Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?" "Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever." She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.