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" Oh God my phone is dead." Arielle looked around and it was a new neighborhood. She went to different houses for help but she was denied. Finally she saw a house with it's light on " I'm sure these people will help me let me try " she said and walked to the door and knocked Stephan was patiently waiting for the prostitute he asked his guard to call. Hearing the door bell ring, he knew the prostitute was in. Stephan opened the door and saw Arielle. Arielle realized she was at the wrong place and before she could leave Stephan raped her. With tears in her eyes she went to her fiance for comfort but saw him with her stepsister in bed.

Revenge: the only dish best served with a side of sass and a sprinkle of humour. ~ a soul with a dark and miserable past~ ~ a wolfless reborn in hell ~ ~ ️a mate entwined in a bloody burning vengeance thirst️️~ ~ an irresistible kickass heroine~ Ever wonder how vengeance feels like? ‍ She was betrayed and killed by her loved ones, because of her inability and tagged as a cursed one. They killed her innocence! She burned in misery and pain, but right now........ THE SHOW IS HERS!! But is that really it? In her journey of vengeance, she discovered something very peculiar and queer. Though, it was unknown if that peculiarity will revive her light and quench the darkness in her? It was uncertain if (one) can change the misdeeds of hundreds.... ... ~~~~ Alpha Zayn yanked Anita close to him and rubbed her bare back, as his eyes layered with a billion shade of lust. " Do you know what I can do to you?" The hoarseness in his voice chilled Anita's ears, and his warm breath fanned her cheek gently. Anita curled her lips naughtily and pressed a hand on Alpha's Zayn shoulder, allowing a bit of her cleavage to come into view.. " What can you do to me?" She whispered seductively, with a calm attractive face. " L**k my cl**t? F**k my a*s? Suck my p**ks?" But that was a guise. Deep in her, she was dying to rip out Alpha Zayn's heart, feed it to the beast, smash his head brutally, and peel his skin off from his body! Alpha Zayn lowered his lusty eyes at Anita, before licking his bottom lip. " You look like you have a bad plan for me." Anita's eyes contracted, immediately moving her hand to Alpha Zayn's sh**ft. " Do I?"

“This isn’t right…” I whispered. But my stepbrothers grabbed me anyway, their warm hands roaming my body. “You belong to us,” Sylver said darkly. “You’re our pet. Our sub. And that won’t ever change.” ————- My mother and I have been running for three years—from Eryndor Blackshade, the vampire cult leader obsessed with owning me. Just when he finds us again, my mother makes a desperate move: she marries King Reid Thornevale, the most powerful Lycan in the Blood Hollow Pack. But Reid comes with a dangerous secret—triplet hybrid sons, born of vampire and werewolf blood. They’re ruthless, cursed… and now, my stepbrothers. From the moment Sylver, Cassian, and Rylan Thornevale lay eyes on me, something ancient stirs—twisted, forbidden, and hungry. A fire that scorches morality and melts all reason. Our connection isn’t just wrong. It’s deadly. Because the Thornevale bloodline is cursed—descendants of Elder Varek, the first vampire–werewolf hybrid, sealed away centuries ago. The curse awakens under every Red Moon, turning them into monsters driven by bloodlust and desire. Now I’m caught in the middle. Between a cult that wants to sacrifice me… And stepbrothers who want to claim me. And I don’t know which fate will destroy me first.

Anais, a poor orphaned Omega who sells her body to make a living, finds herself in a life-altering situation when she wakes up mated and pregnant after a night with a mysterious alpha. Atlas Hawke, a wealthy Alpha used to being in complete control and getting his way. He discovers she’s bearing his pup and takes Anais away from the sex club where she works, making her his mate. They each come from two different worlds and it becomes painfully clear that Anais is out of his league. As they grapple with their differences in backgrounds.. Will Atlas and Anais be able to find a way to make their mating work or will the pressure of both of their past and the scrutiny of the media prevent them from their happily ever after? ***find me on FB @K.B and any social media platforms @artful.kamara***

In a talе of family intriguе and hiddеn motivеs, Mary finds hеrsеlf еntanglеd in a high-stakеs gamе orchеstratеd by thе wеalthy Wilson siblings. What bеgins as a dеspеratе plеa for hеlp еvolvеs into a complеx wеb of rеlationships, manipulation, and sеcrеt alliancеs. As Mary uncovеrs thе siblings' truе intеntions, shе turns thе tablеs, stratеgically navigating thе intricaciеs to claim victory. With cunning prеcision, shе outsmarts thosе who sought to control hеr, ultimatеly taking chargе of hеr dеstiny and lеaving bеhind a trail of unеxpеctеd twists and turns.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

Evania, a driven editor, finds her world upended when a desperate lie by her formidable boss, Jonathan Walter, thrusts her into the glittering facade of a fake relationship. Their charade is a desperate gambit to thwart a strategic marriage between Jonathan and the powerful Yelena Starkov, daughter of a Russian oligarch, a union that promises to reshape their media empire. But as the lines between pretense and passion blur, a devastating betrayal leaves Evania with a secret that will forever bind her to Jonathan. Years later, a chance encounter reveals a truth that shatters Jonathan's carefully constructed world, forcing him to confront the consequences of his ambition. Can a love born of deception survive the venomous machinations of a scorned heiress and the ghosts of a broken past? Will Jonathan find redemption, and can Evania ever truly forgive the man who broke her heart, even as he fights for their future?

“You’re pretty, but I don’t like ungrateful little boys, bébé.” He informed, clicking his tongue, and pinching my nipple. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. What is wrong with me? “So you do love my touch, Ivan.” He teased in satisfaction, his eye’s darkened in lust. My body trembled from his intense stare on my body. Pretty, Bébé, and the stares. He wasn’t straight. “You’re…into men.” I stuttered in realization. He shook his head in response, spinning me around. “No, Ivan. I like naive little boys like you.” He admitted, his eyes lowering to my groin. “How about you?” His eyes were fixed on my groin, “You don’t look that straight to me.” Cristiano Vito is known for his ruthlessness in the underworld, but there was one secret they didn’t know—He’s not straight. What happens when he is being forced to marry a woman against his wish? He detests the idea, and fights against it, but Ivan Hernandez—his fiancée brother changes his mind. Cristiano is determined to have him as his new toy, and agrees to marrying Mia to get closer to Ivan. But the problem? Ivan wasn’t into men or was he?

Jess and Axel face club life with threats and deceit that threaten to keep them apart. Past never stays buried. There's always club drama causing problems. Their kids are a little hell on wheels. They have their own club and enemy troubles. Club women create manipulative plans that threaten everything. The next Generation has its own problems with new members and outside love interests.. Tragedy strikes and relationships are changed forever for the next generation. Hang on to your seat as this is a fast paced story! If you love hot alpha bikers with strong women who take no prisoners and drama this is the right story for you! Updated daily! Very mature content for 18+ only!

Mariée depuis sept ans, j’attendais enfin mon premier enfant. Mais mon mari doutait de ma fidélité et refusait de croire que le bébé était de lui. Furieuse, j’ai demandé un test de paternité. Avant même que les résultats ne tombent, il s’est présenté chez mes parents, brandissant une photo compromettante. Ma lingerie avait été retrouvée chez son ami. « Sale traînée ! Non seulement tu m’as trompé, mais tu voulais me faire élever l’enfant d’un autre ? Meurs ! » Fou de rage, il a frappé ma mère avec un fouet jusqu’à l’évanouissement, puis m’a rouée de coups jusqu’à me faire perdre mon bébé. Quand les résultats sont arrivés, il a découvert la vérité. À genoux, en larmes, il a supplié pour le retour de l’enfant qu’il venait de tuer.