Yokai Whisper

He wanted a housekeeper not a tainted virgin.What Damien found was purity begging to be tainted. Now, he’ll ruin her, softly, cruelly, completely. Barely nineteen and untouched, Elara never thought her first job would place her inside the fortress of a man like him. Damien kael doesn’t request. He commands. And the innocent little maid is about to learn what obedience costs, one breathless gasp, one sinful punishment, one wicked whisper at a time. Dark. Seductive. Obsessive. She thought she was hired to clean his home. She didn’t realize she was stepping into his lair. Elara is broke and desperate, so when a maid position opens in a billionaire’s estate, she takes it, unaware that Damien kael is a man who doesn’t believe in boundaries. He’s older, merciless, and dangerously magnetic. She tries to leave, but he isn’t letting go. He doesn’t want love. He wants loyalty. And she’s about to learn what it means to kneel. As their twisted bond deepens, pleasure collides with punishment, fear tangles with desire, and innocence becomes his obsession. But Damien’s darkness runs deeper than she imagined and claiming his virgin maid isn’t about breaking her body… It’s about owning her soul. Mature Content Warning: This book features explicit sexual content, dark dominant/submissive dynamics, psychological tension, and a dangerously obsessive hero. For readers 18+ who crave power, seduction, and raw intensity.

Luna never wanted to be special. She only wanted to live quietly with her family, to prove herself at the Moonlight Festival, and to escape the shadow of failure that had haunted her bloodline for generations. But the Goddess chose differently. When she was marked as the Saint of the Moon Goddess, her life ceased to be her own. Saints carry blessings, but they also carry chains—chief among them, the law that a Saint can never claim a mate. That law shatters the moment she meets John. John is the Alpha of the most feared pack in the clan, a man whose crimson eyes strike terror even into his allies. To Luna, he is supposed to be the enemy. Instead, he becomes her savior—rescuing her from hunters, shielding her from danger, and igniting a bond that no divine law can erase. But the Moon Goddess’s blessing is also a curse. Every step closer to John is a step toward rebellion, and the packs are already watching her every move. The Lightning Pack wants her captured. The clan elders want her controlled. And in the shadows, enemies whisper about the Astex Token, an ancient relic tied to Luna’s bloodline that could change the fate of the supernatural world. As battles erupt and loyalties are tested, Luna is forced to choose between duty and desire. Can she obey the Moon Goddess and abandon her mate, or will she risk everything—her title, her family, and her life—for forbidden love? In a world where betrayal waits at every corner and even her destiny is a cage, Luna must decide what it truly means to be the Saint of the Moon Goddess… and whether a heart bound by fate can ever be silenced.

*My mate turns out to be the mafia king?!* “Stop flirting with my staff.” My head snaps toward the guy I’ve run into twice today. I thought he was just an average school playboy. “Your staff?” I ask stupidly. He smiles widely. “That’s right, sweetheart. This is my club.” * “W-what are you doing?” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says it all. “Do you feel that?” He asks. It takes a second, but then I feel tiny sparks racing along my skin as his hand slips under my jacket and over my skin. I gasp, and then his lips are on mine. *** A few years ago, a series of scientific research buildings were attacked. The chemicals from those research facilities had seeped into our water supply and slowly manipulated our DNA. Last year was the first report of someone showing a hint of supernatural abilities. Then another and another until suddenly, there were people with abilities popping up all over the place. People with abilities were either feared or envied. I have tried hiding my ability for as long as I can. My ability would have me locked up and used until there was nothing left of me. The ability to heal is a gift everyone would want to take advantage of, so I never use it…ever. Until... I meet him. Julian. My schoolmate. The boss of The Hell Club. The Mafia King. My...mate. What we didn't know at the time was that these so-called DNA alterations were all werewolf genes growing inside the human body. And he, Julian... is my mate.

In the shadows of a world where anomalies are feared, Nicolette exists as a forbidden fusion of witch, vampire, and werewolf—a potent concoction of power concealed within a delicate frame. For 683 years, she has eluded the pursuit of a mate, content in her solitary existence, hidden from prying eyes. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with the formidable Alpha King, Malcom, whose 728 years of existence have been defined by dominance and solitude. Their encounter is accidental, yet destiny seems to whisper secrets only they can decipher. Sparks fly amidst the tension as Nicolette's nonchalant demeanor meets Malcom's unyielding resolve. A clash of wills ensues, each refusing to yield to the other's authority. Malcom, accustomed to command, bristles at the audacity of this mysterious woman who challenges his dominance with an enigmatic laugh. Nicolette, a creature of the shadows, offers no apologies, her confidence unshaken by his intimidating presence. As they navigate the treacherous terrain of their unexpected connection, both confront their own fears and desires. Nicolette, long resigned to solitude, finds herself drawn to Malcom's strength and intensity, while Malcom, who once believed he needed no one, discovers an unexpected yearning in the depths of his heart. But in a world where monsters lurk in every shadow, can love truly conquer all? Or will their differences prove insurmountable, leading to a tragic end for two souls destined to collide? As they stand on the precipice of an uncertain future, only time will tell if their love story will defy the odds or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them both.

"I am your master, I own you. Until your father is able to pay me what he owes, you are just a body for me to fuck and dispose of as soon as you give me an heir" His grip on my chin grew more hurtful as he said those words to me. His menacing scowl made him look like he would want want nothing more than to kill me on the spot. "I am going to pay you back, Tell me how much he owes you right now and I'm going to pay everything back, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I scream as hard as I can into his face. My hand balling into a fist. His head snapped back as he erupted into a wicked laughter, you think you can pay me what your father owes me?" He released my chin then moved to steps backward. His voice dropped to a whisper, vibrating with restrained anger as he continue to speak, "I dare you to try. Your father owes me half a million dollars, but since you have decided to take on this debt, I give you a month." Rue; Freedom was everything I have ever yearned for, a time when I can finally breathe a breath of relief, a time when I can finally be relieved of the burden of my alcoholic, selfish and gambling addicted father. Until my father sold me to the ruthless mafia Don, Alessandro Vanillin as a payment of five hundred thousand dollars. It was stupid of me to think I was better away from my father.

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.

My father cheated. I cut him out of my life. To get my forgiveness, my father put Lucas Moretti, the Don of New York, in my bed. I fell for Lucas, fast. He knew how to play gentle. Night after night, he’d hold me tight, fuck me like he owned me, and whisper how obsessed he was with me. Six months later, I was pregnant. I was the princess of New York's underworld. My father and Lucas gave me everything. They treated me like I was made of glass. But the day of the baby's blessing at the church? They were a no-show. My father said there was family business to handle. Then I got an anonymous link. A wedding. Live. In the video, my father, Lorenzo, was walking his mistress, Carla—the woman who killed my mother—down the aisle, a happy smile plastered on his face. And the other happy couple? My fiancé, and my father's bastard daughter, Sofia. I could hear Lucas’s voice clearly: "Well, Bella used to bully Sofia. I'm just helping her get the justice she deserves... As for Bella, it's time she was unburdened from a life she isn't built for." "I'll take over the Gallo family shares for her," he continued, "so she and our child can live without a care in the world." My father’s voice followed. "Bella’s too much like her mother—ambitious. That’s not a good thing for a woman." As my world shattered, a text from an unknown number lit up my screen: "Marry me, and the child you're carrying will be the sole heir of the Russo family."

Aurora is an orphaned pup, who had everything working against her since the pack she grew up in was raided. Through a happy coincidence, she and her sister were rescued by the Beta of a kind pack: the Midnight Protectors. But they are no ordinary group of werewolves. They are highly trained with special skills that make them exceptionally dangerous to any threat: but especially to vampires. When Aurora stumbles onto a mysterious cavern housing tombs, she can't possibly understand what she's unlocked. Her new pack has many secrets she has yet to understand and the biggest one is that they are housing the male destined to be her true fated mate. Javed is a thousand year old vampire stuck in the body of a seventeen year old male. His boyish good looks are incredibly misleading, no one should mistake how deadly he in fact is. And the lengths to which he would go to have his mate. Excerpt: As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I have gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.” I had seen it many times now, but never questioned its meaning. When the cold air hits my skin again, it makes me shake uncontrollably. I force my back to stiffen. “Not again,” I whisper, as I quickly move inside and go to my room. Locking the door.

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tightens the invisible thread pulling them together. When a near-fatal accident on the cliffs pushes Ross into her life more violently than either of them intended, the dynamic shifts. Ross grows protective yet distant, drawn to Tiana in ways he cannot accept – while she fights her own confusion over the man beneath the frost. As the annual island festival approaches, tensions rise. Tiana becomes a target for the island’s elite women, whose humiliation of her sparks a dangerous, possessive reaction in Ross. Social pressure thickens, rumours spread, and the boundaries of employer and servant begin to blur into something darker, deeper, and irresistibly intimate. But everything changes the night Tiana slips into a forbidden study and uncovers the truth about Ross’s past – a past woven with loss, guilt, and secrets buried beneath the island’s stormy surface. Now she must decide. Can she love a man built from shadows? And can Ross love someone brave enough to walk into the darkness he’s spent years trying to hide?