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A pack full of hatred… A pack of mercilessness… A pack where treasures are hidden…yet, stones are being gathered. A pack full of secrets.. The Lycan's hidden treasure! A pack where DOOM looms, and solutions are being sorted for, hoping and trusting for a lasting one, aged long secrets are discovered; secrets meant to be kept hidden till eternity, yet, there was no discovery till the time was right. ~~~~~~~ While the clock ticked, there was one thing I could do. To pour out my pain. So I fell into writing, communicating my feelings through my very own pen. I write this with thick pain spreading across the walls of my heart as I count every second I would be called to get slaughtered like an actual animal, just to increase the fertility of the land, and make the general Alpha, prosper more abundantly… This is my journey. From me, Chosan, the Alpha's Destined Slave, to you whom I cry to for prayers until I'm ripe to be plucked. And chopped. All Rights Reserved Copyright 2022 CHOSAN: ALPHA'S DESTINED SLAVE

While my husband was chatting with his friend at the dining table, his friend suddenly spoke in Italian. “You married Lyra to write a pardon letter for River. You’ve been showing more concern toward Lyra, but you’re still lying to her and saying that the contraceptives are antidepressants. Don’t you think Lyra will break down if she learns the truth?” My husband wore a complicated expression as he chuckled bitterly and said, “Why let a child be born if I don’t want it? As for Lyra, so long as she doesn’t interfere with River’s happiness, I’ll keep my promise and protect her for life.” No one knew that I had already learned Italian to keep up with my husband. I stood in the living room with fresh hickeys on my neck. In my hand, I held the “antidepressants” and felt a chill run down my spine. So, my husband’s love for me had been fake? My salvation had actually been a meticulously planned lie? In that case, I would help them fulfill their wishes.

WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT INTENDED FOR THE MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). IT INCLUDES STRONG LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES, AND THEMES THAT MAY TRIGGERING OR DISTURBING TO SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. PLEASE PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH ADULT THEMES AND MATURE STORYTELLING. “You’re not my Luna. You’re my prisoner. And I’ll ruin you for what your family did to mine.” When Aria Vale is forced into a blood-bound marriage with Alpha Kael Blackthorn, the cold, feared warlord of the North, she expects pain—not passion. The ruthless Alpha doesn’t believe in love. He believes in vengeance. Years ago, Aria’s pack betrayed his. They orchestrated the slaughter of his parents. Tortured and murdered the woman he once loved. Now Kael holds their daughter in chains—his wife by law, his prey by choice. On their wedding night, he throws her onto the bed and growls: “I’ll make sure you know hell on earth.” Used. Humiliated. Punished. He wants her broken. She’ll make him bleed. And when the bond awakens, neither will survive the craving.

A hell-recycle world within the modern world, designed for death or near-death individuals. With the greenhouse effect resulting in instability in hell, access to hell becomes restricted, and the game keeps the new souls busy while offering them a second chance to return to their lives before death, depending on their performance. A six-digit cash prize is awarded to the winning participants, with rewards ranging from reversed choices and time manipulation to wealth and more. The 100 Doors Challenge System was designed purposely for this world, to keep the growing audience (already existing souls) entertained. Chosen participants must die beautifully at each door. The fancier and more tragic the death, the higher the views. The story alternates between real-world broadcast control rooms, digital death arenas, and fragmented dreamlike worlds designed from Author Willa’s traumas, fears, and regrets and those of the participating ghosts. 100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience. This story contains graphic adult themes, including explicit sexual content, psychological tension, dark humour, trauma, and scenes of coercion and moral ambiguity. It explores mature, disturbing, and emotionally intense situations within a fantasy-system setting. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

🔥 THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. When Liana Rivers fell into bed with her brooding, dominant, dangerously irresistible stepbrother, Killian Wolfe, she gave him everything, her heart, her body, her virginity. But when she discovered she was pregnant and found out he was engaged to another woman, she ran quietly, carrying a shattered heart and a baby he would never know. Now, seven years later, she’s a struggling single mom working as a hotel janitor, doing everything she can to hide her past, and her son from the ruthless Alpha who broke her. Until one night, he finds her again. Richer. Darker. More powerful than ever. And he wants her back. Killian isn’t just here to play house. He wants control. Of her life. Her body. Her son. And this time, he's not asking. She ran from him once. But now that he knows the truth… He’ll burn the whole damn world to keep what’s his.

She came with claws and fire, scent like sin; his wolf didn’t stand a chance. Neither did he. ••• Brant Paxton has always been the wild one—gorgeous, untamed, and irresistible to everyone. But when Sable Knox returns, everything changes. She’s no longer the sweet girl he remembers. She’s fierce, sexy, and carries a scent that sets his wolf on edge. The heat between them is dangerous. Forbidden. But Brant can’t stay away. Sable once called the Paxtons her family, but one tragic night tore it all apart. Now she’s back, stronger and smarter, ready to make them pay—especially Brant. But nothing prepares her for the fire that ignites when they’re close. Her wolf wants him. Craves him. And Sable doesn’t know if she’s falling into his arms or into a trap. As old wounds reopen and passion burns hotter, Brant and Sable must choose: follow the rules or give in to the sin that could ruin them both. Content Warning: This book contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Well, well, well, look who stumbled upon my memoir. Allow me introduce myself properly: The name is Jessica Raye. I lost half of my family in a tragic fire, lived under a bridge and was bullied endlessly by the mean girls. But all that is in the past because I am a trillionaire now. I want to tell you and you alone my story. Consider yourself privileged, darling, because not just anyone gets a backstage pass to the drama-filled show that is my life. This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you hear. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible bachelors chasing me before the age of eighteen. Darling reader, you're about to embark on a journey that'll make your head spin faster than a merry-go-round. Hang on every word as I give you a glimpse into the extraordinary life of yours truly. You will either feel all-consuming adoration or blistering disdain for me. So, take your pick. Love me or loathe me!

BLURB: 18+ Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content warning ⚠️ This collection contains graphic sexual content, including rough sex, big age gaps in relationships, and subjects that are considered taboo or wrong. If you are easily upset by dark, shocking, or extreme topics, this book is not for you. He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television. His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere. My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me. He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out. I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair. He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

Prince Maddox, the soon to be ruler of Nitraville, has all the women in his kingdom on their knees for him with his striking features and long fangs. He's the most arrogant and ruthless man to live in Nitra, getting every girl he wants and everything he wants. Screwing with him may just mean you could be his next drink. Willow, an innocent life who likes to write books and keep to herself in her isolated acreage, is one of the most nice and shy people you could ever meet. She grew up with her Grandparents after her mother died giving birth to her, and her father abandoning her for another family soon after that. Though she's written and dreamt of it, she never has felt the warm touch of a man who loves her. Her lips remain unkissed. In order for Maddox to become the king, he must find a woman to secure the throne once and for all. Then one day, the two finally collide after months of pending alignment, but in the worst possible way of course... Who could love such a monster?

What if Cinderella's mother didn't die from an illness? What if her father found a way to delay death at a very costly price? What if the delayed death of her mother and the later passing of her father changed Ella from the ways of her up bringing. What if I named this story 'What if' since it's literally a big What if. Trix Williams needs to recreate a famous fairytale story to get some extra credit due to her not do scholarly extracurriculars. She must write an adaptation of a story if her choosing but the only problem is Trix doesn't know what to write. Seeking some clarity Trix asks on of her good friend to give her something to help. And let's just say after the first hit, she started having trouble separating fantasy from reality. Follow Trix as she ventures into her own imagination, on a journey of self discovery. Tricksters are born from chaos, are they not? Or maybe it's the other way around......