In the struggle among the three Great Divine Houses for the Throne of Olympus, a prophecy had been passed down for thousands of years. "The first woman to give birth to a Divine Heir blessed with the sacred Eternal Blood shall become the Queen of Olympus. And the man she chooses as her husband shall become the King of Olympus." As the only two High Priestesses who possessed Eternal Blood, my stepsister, Elysia, and I became the most sought-after brides in all of Olympus. In my previous life, Elysia chose to marry Xander, the grandson of Hades, believing he was the most promising candidate for the throne. However, after their marriage, Xander sank into indulgence and debauchery. He frequently descended to the mortal realm, entangling himself with mortal tavern girls and drowning in vice. During one drunken episode, he even damaged Elysia's bloodline, causing her to lose all of her divine power.. As for me, I married Theron, the son of Ares, and successfully gave birth to the noble Divine Heir who carried the sacred Eternal Blood. Under the admiring gaze of all Olympus, Theron awakened the Crown of Olympus and ascended to the position of the exalted King of Olympus. And I became the revered Queen of Olympus. Until the day of our coronation. Disguised as a servant, Elysia slipped into the ceremony and ended my life with a single dagger. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the Divine Pairing Ceremony. Unlike in my previous life, this time Elysia rushed straight toward Theron and grasped his hand, declaring that she wanted to marry him. The triumphant smile on her face told me everything. She had been reborn as well. And she truly believed that marrying Theron would make her the Queen of Olympus. She thought she could take my place. What she didn't know was that Theron had never ascended to the throne because of his own power. It was because of me. If I could raise him to the most glorious position in all of Olympus, then I could just as easily raise someone else to that same height. As for Elysia? She was welcome to enjoy the living hell that awaited her with the rotten man she had stolen.

"In the Everleigh Pack, a mate bond is not a gift. It is a claim, carved into skin and soul, and it does not care who it ruins "Aria has nothing. No pack. No name worth howling. No future beyond the next hour, until Alpha Prince Julian finds her half dead in the woods and gives her all three, along with a crescent moon mark on her wrist that says she belongs to him whether either of them wanted it or not. But the palace hides a viper in silk: Princess Ivy, a wolf who was never born an Alpha and cannot bear to watch a human maid take the one thing she has never been allowed to have. When jealousy curdles into poison, and poison spills blood, Aria is dragged into the dark trees to die, and Ivy's own cruelty comes home to claim her in turn, in the jaws of a rogue Alpha who does not believe in mercy. "Two women, bound by hatred and betrayal, will have to survive a world of cages and cruelty, and the burn of a bond neither of them can outrun, before either of them can come home to a pack worth belonging to."

I died in 2026. Strangled by my ex-boyfriend. Then I woke up. Not in a morgue. But tied to a burning pyre in 1692, with a mob screaming, "Burn the witch!" This body belongs to Lyra Lensford—the "barren" and "cursed" wife of Duke Rex Raimonds. And that Duke? He’s standing right there in the crowd. Watching me bleed. Letting the fire crawl up my skin. He saves me at the last second. Not out of love. But because he wants me to owe him. "You're mine now," he whispers, cold and ruthless. "A broken toy, but I won't throw you away." He thinks I'm his timid, troublesome wife. He doesn't know that Lyra died on that stake. I am Luna. A stubborn, penniless girl from the future. And I refuse to be a victim. But surviving the 17th century isn't easy. I’m trapped in a castle of vipers: a mother-in-law who plots against me, rumors that label me a murderer, and a cunning maid named Cecilia who once shared my husband's bed—and will do anything to take my place. I never planned to fall for the Duke. But when I end up pregnant, the Devil finally shows his human side. Until Cecilia poisons me. I die again. I wake up in the future—in my own body, face to face with the real Lyra. And she does the unthinkable: she shoots me. She sends me back. Not because of fate. But because I made a promise to the Duke that I'd return to him. Now, I’m back in 1692. And this time, the Duke isn't letting me go. He said he'd find me in any century. Any life. And I'm starting to believe him.

"Sign the papers, Megan. But remember this—you might own seventy percent of my grandfather’s wealth on paper, but inside my bedroom, I own you." "Then I suggest you watch your back, Casian. Because a chef knows exactly how much poison it takes to ruin a king’s appetite." Megan Vance spent three years as the private chef to the legendary patriarch of the Morello family. To her, Arthur Morello was the only person who offered her a sense of home. But when the old man passes away, he leaves behind an absurd, explosive ultimatum in his will: Seventy percent of the massive Morello empire goes to Megan—on the sole condition that she marries his ruthless, Wall Street tycoon grandson, Casian Morello. Casian is a man ruled by iron control, blinding arrogance, and a deep-seated hatred for gold-diggers. To him, Megan is nothing but a calculating fox who poisoned his grandfather’s mind to steal his birthright. Driven by fury and the need to protect his throne, Casian traps Megan in a suffocating, forced marriage. He vows to make her life a living hell, determined to break her spirit until she signs away the inheritance. But Megan is no submissive doormat. Armed with her sharp wit, an unbreakable resilience, and a dangerous hidden talent that can read the secret chemistry of any substance, she fights back blow for blow. Bound by a contract they both despise, they are forced to share a penthouse, a name, and a bed. But as their vicious corporate war spills into the sheets, the boundaries between hatred and blinding, primal lust begin to dangerously blur. Will Megan survive being trapped with New York's most ruthless billionaire, or will the dark passion consuming them burn her to ashes?

Juliette Skylar knows she’s dangerous—a rare Tribrid carrying a fragment of the darkest witch her bloodline has ever produced. But when she’s sent to Equilibrium Academy, her life spirals into chaos far more complicated than she ever imagined. At a school where the races despise one another, it’s the four most troubled boys who find themselves drawn to her: An Alpha who refuses to accept her as his mate. A vampire prince who sees the shadow of his lost love in her face. A half-dragon who secretly idolises her. An incubus who appears in her dreams every night. They want to protect her or possess her. But every time her power stirs, Katarina edges closer to taking over her body. At Equilibrium Academy, love is never simple. Because falling for Skylar might cost them their soul.

On the morning of her anniversary, Freya Barnes had everything. A prestigious PhD in the works. A loving fiancé. A future she had spent years building. By sunset, it was all gone. Her fiancé was in bed with her best friend. Her scholarship had been ripped away. Her future had been erased with a single email. Then the most powerful man in the city made her an offer. One year. One contract. One rule. Do not fall in love. Atticus Fletcher is rich enough to buy islands, ruthless enough to destroy enemies, and far too dangerous to trust. But that's not all he is. He's also her ex-fiancé's father. Accepting his offer was easy. Revenge had never looked so tempting. What Freya didn't expect was the undeniable chemistry between them. And she certainly didn't expect the billionaire to stop pretending. After all, revenge was never supposed to come with real feelings. Or a man determined to make her his for good.

Marlow Reed opens his eyes on a cold metal table. Stitches run down his chest. A tag hangs from his ankle like he’s a dead man. He can’t remember his name. The air smells sharp—chemicals and old blood. Under his hand lies a broken pocket watch. It has thirteen hours. The black hand moves backward. The system isn’t kind. It doesn’t explain. No guides, no points, no help. Instead, it burns tasks into walls, floors, and Marlow’s mind. His first order: find a room for the thing behind the wallpaper before 1:13. If he fails, it will count every bone in his body. The city, Lornwick, is falling apart. Gaslights flicker over cracked streets. Rusty lifts creak inside crumbling towers. Ancient gods watch from the dark edges of reality. Magic is real—but silent, dangerous, and costly. It eats your mind. The powerful hide strange disasters with forms and files. Meanwhile, haunted houses, shadow thieves, ghost nurses, sunken people, and trams that shouldn’t exist feed on the lost parts of town. Marlow’s only safe place is Harrow & Venn Precision Works—a broken watch factory, long forgotten. Every time he survives a mission, he traps a ghost or anomaly inside. Each one becomes a tool—and a threat. Every new tenant brings him closer to understanding the watch, the city, and the body he now wears. But the factory has only thirteen rooms. Twelve might keep the outside horrors at bay. The thirteenth stays empty. It’s waiting for someone. Maybe for him.

At twenty-one, Clara Bennett dies—betrayed by the man she loved and the woman beside him. Together, they destroy everything she held dear. Only in death does she discover the truth: she’s the lost daughter of the Whitmore family, one of Ashbourne’s richest and most powerful dynasties. Her real family found her too late. The Bennetts—the people who raised her—were left broken, tricked into debt, and humiliated by those who wanted Clara gone. Then she wakes up. She’s eighteen again, standing right in the middle of Adrian Vale’s public proposal. Last time, she said yes. This time, she says just one word: “No.” Clara isn’t back for love, wealth, or revenge. She wants to prevent the tragedies she remembers, protect the Bennetts, finish school, and live peacefully. Armed only with memories from her past life, she dodges a deadly deal, uncovers sabotage at university, earns a spot in a top business contest, and starts searching for the family she never knew. But Adrian won’t accept “no.” And Vanessa Crane won’t let a poor foster girl ruin her perfect future. Lies spread. Traps are laid. Secrets rise. Clara’s quiet battle to change her fate catches the attention of the Whitmores. A cracked silver magnolia locket might finally prove who she truly is. Torn between the family that raised her and the one that never stopped looking, Clara learns a hard lesson: being loved should never cost you your self. She doesn’t need revenge. She just needs to live so well that no one can ever break her again.

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“Stealing from me wasn't the problem. Leaving before I could wake up wasn't what almost drove me insane,” he whispered, kissing my neck while thrusting slowly inside me. “Then what did?” I moaned out, loving every bit of his firm, slow thrusts. “Why did you search for me so hard?” “Because I missed you so much, baby. After that night, I lost my mind. All I could think of was seeing you again, holding you again, making love to you again. Kissing you….” “Stop. Don't tell me such things,” I said between tears and moans. “Don't make me think you're in love with me.” “But I am. I am in love with you, Lacy.” he declared, staring deeply into my eyes. I froze. He can't mean that. He doesn't mean that. He's my best friend's father. And he's a billionaire, a man way out of my league. He can't and shouldn't be in love with me. I'm a pack of ugly and dirty secrets. I've got demons haunting my life every day. He's only gonna get caught up in my mess. They're gonna haunt him too. They'll ruin his reputation. They'll ruin him entirely. He shouldn't be in love with me. And I shouldn't be either. But how can I keep my heart from falling for the one man that's proven again and again that he doesn't wanna let me go? That he's willing to burn the world for me? How can I not fall for a man who comes back every time I push him away? How do I stay away from a man like CRISTIAN ANDERSON?

Content Warning: Dark academia, power imbalance, mature themes, explicit sexual content. Professor x College Student Professor Peter Kingston has a reputation. He doesn't give A's. Not ever. At Flames University, getting a B from Kingston is considered a miracle. Unfortunately for Golden Boy Footballer, Luca Bennett, miracle grades won't save his football scholarship. With a father to prove his worth to, Luca decides to do the one thing no sane student would ever attempt: Flirt his way to an A. It should have been harmless. A few smiles. A few teasing comments. Maybe a little harmless temptation aimed at the coldest professor on campus. Instead, Professor Kingston takes him seriously. Now, Luca finds himself bent over a desk, being pounded into and forced to prove that the thesis carrying his future is actually his own all before he climaxes. Or he gets an F for buying the thesis.

Julian Styles was a pop star with a voice that sold out stadiums and hands that knew exactly how to wreck a woman in the dark. I loved him the way only a fool does, completely and without conditions, right up until the night I walked into his bedroom and found out exactly what he had been doing when I was not around. The headline wrote itself. I did not even get a warning. Then came Avery Wright. NFL star. Quiet. Intense. The kind of man who does not perform for anyone and does not apologize for it either. I was not looking for anything and he was not offering. But something shifted between us in a way I am still trying to explain and before I knew it I was feeling things I had sworn off entirely. The problem is Julian knows it too. And Julian Styles has never once in his life let go of something he decided was still his.

"I have been laughed at in eleven different rooms on this campus, and I could rank them for you like a girl ranking her scars." Juniper Vance has a system for surviving a room: arrive early, pick a corner, keep her face still no matter what they say. It's never been enough to stop Vienna Cole. "Making the dessert and eating the evidence. Efficient." One sentence, and Junie is the joke again — until Rhett Calloway, the guy every girl on campus has a story about, watches the whole thing happen and doesn't laugh. He asks for her number instead. Then a baking lesson. Then a voice low and certain, saying: "I don't care what Vienna thinks this is. I know what it is." For the first time in years, Junie starts believing she might be more than the punchline. But somebody's watching, and somebody wants her scared enough to disappear before this becomes real "Does he know what you actually look like without the flattering kitchen lighting?" and Vienna Cole has never once lost a fight she started. Junie is done doing the math on every doorway, every laugh, every room. This time, she's taking up exactly as much space as she wants.

“Good girl.’’ Domenico’s voice echoed in the darkness of the room. Before I could utter a word, the vibrator slammed down onto my slick center, accompanied by the firm, relentless pressure of his fingers spreading my heat wide. My breath caught in my throat. My body trembled intensely. I broke. My back arched off the leather table so hard my spine nearly snapped, a high, shattered shriek tearing from my throat as the delayed climax finally hit me like a freight train. Spasms ripped through my lower belly, wave after wave of intense, blinding friction washing over my brain until my vision turned completely white. My thighs trembled violently against the leather restraints, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as the release washed over me. Yet as the peak slowly receded, leaving my skin drenched in sweat and my chest heaving, a hollow, bitter ache remained deep inside me. I wanted more… not just their fingers or the slow, arousing whispers but both of them buried deep inside me until I couldn’t breathe. Even though I still hated them. **** Bella was taken from her home by three ruthless Mafia brothers as collateral for her father's debt. There was just one problem. Her father didn't care whether she lived or died. And Bella was nothing like the frightened, obedient girl they expected. She is defiant, sharp-tongued, and impossible to break, she refuses to bow to the men who think they own her. Every act of her resistance only fuels their obsession, turning a simple debt collection into a dangerous game of control, and desire. Now the brothers must decide whether to use her, kill her or protect the one woman capable of bringing them to their knees.

Who Says Fat Girls Don't Win? They married me off like a debt getting paid. I wanted to pay my dying mother's medical bills while it was his family's business deal. A contract wedding nobody was supposed to survive with their heart intact.... least of all me. He looked me up and down on our wedding night and laughed. "Your body's a joke. I'll need a dress that hides all of it before anyone sees you next to me." I said nothing. I signed the prenup. I let him keep his girlfriend on the side while I played his wife in public. Then when my sick mother needed me, he locked every gate in that mansion and told his own security to stop me at the door. She died asking for a daughter who never made it. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. Something in me just ...switched off. What he never knew? My father's "business deal" with the Wellingtons wasn't the favor Jeriah's family always bragged about. It was leverage from shares his own father buried in my name years ago, waiting for the day I'd need them. I needed them now. I served him divorce papers on his hospital bed, and watched his face drain white. His brother walked in and stood beside me like he'd always belonged there. Because he had. Jeriah looked at us both and finally understood exactly what he'd thrown away. "Is there any version of this where you forgive me?" I smiled. "Now I'm his boss and I own him. Let's see how it feels when you get treated like an object, Mr. CEO."

Quin went from watching her roommates make out to partaking in all forms of forbidden and dark sex because she just wants to get laid. By her professor, her stepdad, her roomie's boyfriend, the hottest guy in campus... just whoever does it right. Her hand gripped the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white. Quin knew she should leave. She should back out into the hallway and pretend she had forgotten her key, anything to erase the image of Mara’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Jade’s tongue worked her over or the sight of Marcus’s rod. But her feet were rooted to the spot. A heat, unfamiliar and intense, bloomed in her lower belly. She had read about this, but seeing it, the wet, slick sounds of Jade’s mouth, and the way Mara’s fingers clawed at the sheets and the way Marcus dick stood erect, was something else entirely. Then, Mara’s eyes snapped open. They locked onto Quin standing in the doorway. There was no shame in that gaze, only a dark, heavy-lidded amusement. "Well, well," Mara gasped, her voice breathless and ragged. She didn't push Jade away; instead, she tangled a hand in the brunette's dark hair, pressing her face harder against her cunt. "Look what the cat dragged in." "Quin," Jade purred, crawling up Mara’s body to nuzzle at her neck. "We were just talking about you. wondering if you’d ever get that stick out of your ass and join the real world." she glanced at Marcus too who nodded his head. Quin’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I... didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go." Ohhh, she didn’t go, she joined in and got initiated into dark sex.

After a bitter divorce, Evelyn buys a crumbling Victorian Gothic mansion on isolated Harrow Hill for a price too good to refuse. She wants silence, solitude, and a fresh start. What she finds is a house that breathes, whispers her name, and touches her in the dark. An ancient entity bound to the walls—Elias Harrow—has waited over a century for the right bloodline to return. Evelyn is that bloodline. Through relentless, addictive pleasure and escalating possession, he rewrites her body, her hunger, and her will until resistance becomes surrender. The house does not just haunt her. It claims her. And when the merge is complete, the cycle begins again.

In a world where female warriors rule the night, plus-size Warrior Luna Nyra Voss leads her fierce Shield-Maidens in a daring strike against their sworn enemies, the Lycanthropes. But when a traitor’s poison rips her spirit from her body, Nyra awakens as a ghost no one can see… except her greatest rival, the arrogant Alpha Thorne Kalon. With only one full moon left to return to her flesh or fade forever, Nyra must forge a dangerous alliance with the man she hates most. As ancient secrets, a buried prophecy, Secrets about her mate who had rejected her for being plus sized, and a deadly family curse unravel, the line between enemy and fated mate blurs. Yet, the most dangerous question remains What really happened to Luna Nyra?

When bullets fly and the mafia heir becomes the target, spoiled Alessio Rossi gets a new shadow: lethal ex-black ops Kai Nakamura. Hate turns to raw, vicious f**king in safehouses and blood-stained sheets. They switch — one night Leo pins Kai down and wrecks him, the next Kai bends the prince over and breeds him deep while the war rages outside. Enemies want Leo dead. Traitors hide inside the family. But the biggest danger is the man who now owns every inch of his body… and the one Leo can’t stop claiming right back. Dirty. Deadly. Addictively verse. One wrong move and they’ll burn the entire empire down for each other. Ready to get ruined? 🔥

They set you up, and I believed them. Now you don’t remember my touch, my name, or the amazing life we shared. You look at me like a stranger and let another man raise my child. I could endure being forgotten. But I won't let another man raise my daughter and watch you belong to someone else. I'll take back what was always mine even if I have to become the villain in our story Forgive me, ex wife.