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(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

“You were never his, Wren. You were always mine.” Denzel Thorne’s voice was low, dark, and laced with a hunger he’d buried for years. His fingers traced her jaw with deliberate slowness, tilting her face toward his. “I watched you marry another man. I stayed in the shadows while he broke you, piece by piece.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “But now? Now I’m done watching.” * Three years of marriage. Three years of lies. Wren Taylor never expected to catch her husband, James, cheating. With his own brother’s wife. Before she could even confront him, his brother Benjamin was dead. James claimed Wren’s suspicions were nothing but jealous delusions—then moved his widowed sister-in-law and her son into their home without so much as a word to Wren. No consent. No respect. No love left at all. As James flaunts his devotion to Ava and her child, Wren becomes a ghost in her own house. Humiliated. Ignored. Discarded. She decides to fight for her freedom—even if it costs her everything. But just when she hits rock bottom, he reappears. Denzel Thorne. The boy she once loved. The man she never stopped wanting. Now he’s the most powerful Don in the underworld. Ruthless. Untouchable. And utterly obsessed with the woman he was never allowed to have. He takes her hand and teaches her how to destroy the ones who broke her. Every move brings them closer. Every touch resurrects a desire neither can control. But Denzel has secrets. Dark ones. And when Wren discovers the truth behind his empire, their fragile love story may not survive the fall.

Susan Parks, a woman known all throughout the world for her many achievements and talents, has suddenly died in a tragic car accident. Unfortunately for her, that is not where her story ends. Reincarnated into a young girl who turned out to be the imperial princess of the Avrigastanian Empire, her life takes a turn for the worse. She was born rich, intelligent with her help of her past memories, and not to mention beautiful, all over again. But what is the point of being pretty and having riches if there is no one to love her. Her hopes and dreams of a family that will cherish and love her were torn apart when she finds out that her past is beginning to repeat all over again. With newfound complications, the discovery of magic, and a completely different world, will she finally become accepted by her new royal family or will she live a life being neglected and unloved all over again? Especially now that the hidden truth behind her reincarnation begins to unfold....

A teen boy, 'Souta Saeki ' has woken up like any other day, his boredom peaks as he makes it through the day thinking that there is a lack of variety in his daily life.. On his way back home he cuts through an alleyway only to die tragically at the hands of thugs. He craves for a new life full of opportunity and strength. This craved opportunity arrises as he wakes up in a unknown body in the city of 'Vaeloria'.

“These sharp lips,” he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, “they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name....” his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder, finding its way to my bare throbbing core. “and learn exactly who they belong to.” ******* *One Brother Owns Her Future. The Other Owns Her Soul.* She thought she was in love, until love started feeling like duty.....like prison. Meeka Clemson has always been the perfect daughter, classy, obedient, and exactly what her family wanted her to be. In a few months, she's supposed to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the spoiled billionaire heir she's secretly loved since she was a teenager. But one mistake changed everything. A forbidden night with the one man she should never have touched, Nathaniel's older brother Slade. Scarred, dangerous and sin incarcerate, Slade doesn't just want Meeka, he wants to ruin her. Make her forget every rule her family ever taught her. Every secret meeting becomes another betrayal. Every stolen breath drags her deeper into the kind of love that tastes like danger and feels like obsession. What began as punishment became possession. What felt like sin begins to taste like salvation. Now Meeka is trapped between two brothers: the one she's meant to marry, and the one who's willing to burn the world to keep her. Because Slade DeWitt doesn't do mercy. He does destruction, and doesn't share. And he won't stop until she's his, even if it means burning his family down.... starting with his brother's wedding. ******* Content Rated +18 This book contains explicit scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desire, dark romance themes, and psychological tension. Now dive in and enjoy the fire.

As a child Alexis saw her mother killed. she hadn’t know the reason. but all became clear to her on her 21st birthday. when after 11 years he came for her again.

My husband, Shane, moved his mistress, Sienna, into our Manhattan penthouse and demanded I play hostess to her. She claimed to be a vegan, then deliberately framed me for adding fish oil to her salad. As punishment, Shane locked me, pregnant, in the glass conservatory full of lilies. He left me to suffocate from my allergies and writhe in agony. "Shane, I'm pregnant. The baby will die if you do this." He just sneered. "You? Don't try to manipulate me with such a pathetic lie." Later, Sienna threw herself down a flight of stairs in the hospital corridor and blamed me. The shock of the fall sent a trickle of blood down my legs, but Shane ignored it, pinning me against the wall, his voice like ice. "Camila, even if this baby dies, I'll just have another one with a different woman, until the Lancaster heir is born." It was only when I felt the warm blood trickling down my inner thighs that I finally understood. In his eyes, my decade of devotion meant nothing. I was just a broodmare, a vessel to secure the Lancaster bloodline. So, I had him sign the divorce papers disguised as a design contract, slipped off my wedding ring, and boarded a private jet to the West Coast. After all, waiting for me were the keys to the vast Vaughn empire and a birth father who'd spent two decades searching for his long-lost daughter.

Jennifer Lee is a manager in a company called Zephyr & Co. She faces day-to-day challenges. An unexpected situation awaits her. Han Gyeol, a collosal oddball crosses paths with her causing a stir in both of their lives. Would this be prove to be beneficial or would it pose a threat to her?

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"