Yama-rising

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

He left her at the altar. She returned with his child and the power to ruin him. Arabella Monroe steps into the boardroom with ice in her veins and a little girl by her side who has Roman Callahan’s exact eyes. Seven years ago, she stood in a wedding dress, humiliated and pregnant, as Roman vanished without a word. Now, the tables have turned. Roman’s tech empire is crumbling. Hers is rising faster, louder, and unstoppable. And the one patent that could save his company? Arabella owns it. She came for business. She came for blood. But when old sparks reignite and buried betrayals claw their way back, Arabella must decide: Can she destroy the man who broke her without breaking what’s left of her heart?

She thought she was meeting a stranger. Instead, she met the devil dressed in designer. When Claire Smith, a rising fashion designer and secret romance writer, agrees to a blind date in Las Vegas, the last thing she expects is to fall for a man with more secrets than charm. But when the blindfold comes off, she’s staring into the eyes of a very charming man who introduced himself as Don Carlos but Little Does she know that Don Carlos is just a Facade to hide his true identity as Lucius Sherwood, the enigmatic CEO of Sherwood Fashion, the most powerful fashion empire in Vegas… and the man whose scandals are whispered about behind every velvet curtain in Sin City. Lucius is trying to outrun the consequences of his past, a past that includes a string of broken hearts, dirty money, and ties to a drug empire that could burn everything Claire holds dear. Now caught in a web of lust, lies, and lethal secrets, Claire must choose: walk away from the most dangerous man she’s ever met… or risk everything for a love that could destroy them both. Karma, they say is a bitch…

Catalina Ramirez has always been the subject of gossip on campus—labeled a playgirl not for what she did, but because of what people think they saw. When her long-distance boyfriend left for the Philippines, rumors flew that she cheated with her boy best friend, Aiden. What no one knew was that Aiden was simply protective of her, always by her side, never crossing the line. But to others, closeness easily looked like something more. With striking blue eyes as calm and deep as the ocean, Catalina doesn’t need to lift a finger to catch anyone’s attention. Her beauty is effortless, her voice captivating. As a member of a rising campus band, she sings with a passion that defies the quiet disapproval of her mother. Who has always tried to pull her away from music. Catalina feels it deep in her bones: her mother is hiding something from her, something about her past, something she’s not ready to confront. Then came Logan Axel Tyndall. At first, Catalina thought it was nothing but a harmless crush, an infatuation she’d get over in a week or two. She tried to laugh it off, but soon found herself stalking him, chasing after the way he walked, talked, and carried the world like he knew more than he let on. Before she knew it, she wasn’t just falling... she was drowning in him. But Logan wasn’t just another boy. He held the missing pieces of a puzzle she never knew she was trying to solve. Through him, secrets begin to unravel. Questions long buried rise to the surface.

"Dear cousins… I belong to you all, whether you want me or not." She said icily, stripping out of her clothes, a black lacy bra and matching bikini thong panties. Looking at the triplets, her mind reeled and part of her told her to get out of the room, but her dark sexual desires had taken control of her body and she felt her arousal becoming almost complete. Zenon leaned over, unable to control his rising member and the uncontrollable pheromones coming from her. He kissed her lightly on the mouth at first. Then finding no resistance on her part, pressed his mouth hard to hers, smothering her mouth with a kiss that took her breath away. As they continued to exchange tongues, she moaned slightly as Kade's hand slid under her mould in her parted thighs. Her arousal was complete and her moans were becoming more pronounced, driving Knox insane as he battled to control his wolf threatening to take over his body to mark her as his. *** Nineteen-year-old Olivia is an omega—wolfless, unshifted, and unloved. Taken in by her late mother’s pack, she’s nothing more than a shadow in the beta’s household, serving the cruel Beta’s daughter, Sheryl, and enduring the scorn of her own blood relatives. Her only plan? Disappear the night of her nineteenth birthday… right after Sheryl turns eighteen. As she slips away from the party, ready to vanish for good, something impossible happens. Three dominant, powerful Alpha heirs appear before her. And when the mate marks burn across their skin, the pack is thrown into chaos. She is the destined mate of All three of them! But there’s just one problem—they’re her cousins. And the Luna, their mother and her aunt, will do anything to sever the bond…..

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” She said it with such certainty that my blood ran cold.  I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

Aria Vale leads two lives. In one, she’s quiet, focused, invisible—just an intern in a world that barely notices her. In the other, she’s Luna—a rising star in the cam world, masked, magnetic, and in control. Her voice commands, her body obeys... and no one ever gets too close. Until Obsidian. He never asks questions. Never speaks. But he tips like he owns her—and worse, he knows how to use the Lush she keeps tucked inside her. With one anonymous command, he can control everything. And he does. Night after night, she tells herself it’s just fantasy. Until reality cracks. Because Obsidian is watching her even when the camera’s off. He’s Xander Cross. Billionaire. CEO. Her boss. And he’s been waiting for her to make one mistake. When their worlds collide, obsession turns physical, power shifts, and Aria is forced to ask the one question she’s never dared: What happens when control isn’t just something you give... but something he takes?

Leona gave Dorian everything. Ten years of loyalty. Ten years of sacrifice. She stood by him when he was nothing, invested in his dreams, silenced her own, and poured every ounce of herself into building the empire he now calls his. All in the name of love. But love wasn’t enough. He repaid her devotion with betrayal. And now? Leona’s done playing the devoted wife. She’s not begging anymore. She’s taking back what’s hers, piece by piece, brick by brick. He thought she would disappear. But Leona’s not just walking away. She’s rising ruthlessly! unstoppable! and hellbent on reclaiming her power, her pride, and the life she was never meant to give up. He built an empire on her back. Now she’s coming to burn it down or take it all.

She stripped herself naked before him, baring not just her body but whatever it was left of her dignity. "Isn't this what you wanted, like all the other Alphas?" She asked him, her voice trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him. And after a few minutes, picked up her robe and wrapped it gently around her. Then he walked away. She wasn't just a woman and her body which he had just seen was a sin - the kind that made time pause and had men under it's hypnotic influence. And for the first time in his life, he had felt something stir within him. His body had betrayed him, rising with a hunger that terrified him. It wasn’t just lust. It was raw and ferocious. For her and only her… his desire finally woke up. --- They say the Bloodmoon brings out the worst in beasts. For him, it made him Alpha. For me, it made me hunted. When I was chosen as a tribute to the Bloodmoon Hunt, I expected to finally have a mate. After being rejected five times by my previous ones. But what I didn't expect... was it to be him. Alpha Denzel: brutal, cold and cursed by the moon itself. Everyone fears him. They say he's unlovable and untamable. Because of his tyranny. But I’m not everyone. And I’ve got a beast of my own. That beast of an Alpha is mine to tame. Or destroy. Whichever comes first.

Alara's life shattered the day she was sold by the man she believed was her father, thrust into the powerful grasp of Ezra—the feared Alpha King with eyes of amber and a commanding presence that claimed her very soul. Haunted by betrayal and the mysteries surrounding her true lineage, Alara must navigate the treacherous waters of a bond she never asked for, yet cannot deny. Ezra, burdened by the loss of his first mate and years of bitter solitude, sees in Alara not just a mate but his destined redemption. Determined to protect his kingdom from the rising dark threats, he must confront his own heart as it dangerously entwines with the fierce and defiant woman brought into his life by fate. Together, they face intrigue, ancient prophecies, and hidden enemies who would see their burgeoning love destroyed before it can bloom. As the line between captor and lover blurs, Ezra and Alara must decide whether trust forged in the fires of adversity can heal their wounded hearts or if the shadows of the past will tear them apart forever. In a world where passion, power, and destiny collide, can love truly conquer all—even when it's sold to the Alpha King?