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A NIGHT STAND

On the day of my wedding, the groom my so-called husband never came.* He vanished, taking my father's company with him and painting me as a liar… a cheater. But the truth? *He was the one sleeping with my personal maid.* Betrayed, humiliated, and shattered, I found comfort in the arms of his best friend, *Axel* a mistake he now pretends never happened. They thought they could ruin me and walk away untouched. But I’m not the same naive girl they played. *Now, I’m coming for both Zane and Axel…* Two beautiful monsters who made me bleed. It’s my turn to break them slowly, painfully, and without mercy.* THE TWO HANDSOME DEVIL So... that was that your ex The man who didn't show?" She didn't answer. Instead, she looked at him and said, "I'm going to make him regret ever touching and knowing me." Axel tilted his head. "You're planning something." She sat up, her back bare, the sheet slipping down her waist."I'm going to take back my father's company. I'm going to ruin my ex. I'll strip everything from him pride, money, peace." Axel leaned forward, a wicked smirk forming. "And me?" Calliah looked at him over her shoulder. "You'll help me and also i have a greater plan for you." His eyes sparkled. "What do I get in return?" She stood, slowly. Her body glowed in the soft light, powerful and untouchable. She turned back to him with a dangerous smile. "You get to keep ruining me... over and over again." "you sure??"he asked but she smirk evilly she has a plan for him also that will destroyed him for ever denying her
minsucy · 10k Views

Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 2.6m Views