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The weakest girl in the apocalypse accidentally became the obsession of multiple apex predators. Unfortunately for them, predators don’t share easily. Felicity was supposed to die on the first day of the apocalypse. Zombies devour the weak. Beastmen rule the ruins of human cities. Strength decides everything now. Felicity has none. Small, soft spoken, and completely unsuited for a world like this, she survives only because Victor finds her first. Victor is a winged apex predator feared by every beastman who crosses his path. He does not protect strangers. But once he chooses something… he does not let it go. Unfortunately for him, other predators have started noticing her too. A wolf who watches too quietly. A snake whose patience feels dangerous. A lion who refuses to leave her side. Predators who should never share anything. Except her. Because something about Felicity is changing them. And in a beast ruled apocalypse, predators were never meant to share. Unfortunately for them, Felicity might be worth learning how.

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

At eighteen, she was cast into a familiar hell. Bound to a mysterious System that demands the "righteous" execution of humanity’s evils, Tejumole found that ending the suffering of others only paved her own path to destruction. Haunted by a past she could not forget, she sought to welcome the embrace of death, unwilling to decipher any truths. Yet, just when she was about to lose herself completely, she found her light. A child, appearing out of nowhere to steady her as she swims in an ocean of blood. Her hands are stained, and her soul is scarred, but she will give everything to protect what she holds dear. Including herself. Updates: Two Chapters every Sundays starting 5th of April 2026. This is a work of fiction from the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any real-life events without fore mentioning is purely coincidental. I do not own the book cover.

My family sold me to a monster to settle their debts. The whole country knows the rumors. Nicholas Sterling is a hideous, reclusive beast who shuns the light, a man whose face was ruined in a fire and whose heart was twisted by cruelty. They say he buys beautiful things—especially women—just to break them. I was delivered to his cliffside manor with nothing but the clothes on my back and a heart full of dread, a sacrificial lamb to keep my sister alive. I expected a grotesque tyrant. I was not prepared for him. A man with the face of a fallen angel and the presence of a king. His eyes aren't cruel; they're haunted by a grief so deep it steals my breath. His touch isn't violent; it’s a question that terrifies me even more. He calls me his wife. He gives me the run of his castle. But he also watches me with an intensity that feels like possession. And the one rule he gives me is the most chilling of all: Never go into the west wing. But in a house built on lies, how can I resist? The truth is waiting behind that door. And it’s more beautiful, and more terrible, than any beast.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

Sera Ashveil was never meant to survive the marriage. Sent as a disposable substitute bride to the most feared Alpha in the territories, Caius Dravhen, she expects the same fate as every woman before her: broken in three days. Instead his curse wakes the monster the Ashveil pack spent nineteen years beating down. She arrived as a sacrifice. She will leave as the nightmare they created.

Amelia Green grew up too fast. After her mother’s death and her father’s descent into abuse, she became everything at once—protector, provider, survivor. Not just for herself, but for her younger brother. Oxford wasn’t a dream. It was her escape plan. And she earned it. But just when life begins to open—when she’s finally ready to breathe, to earn, to live on her own terms—Damien enters. Not loudly. Not suddenly. But like someone who has always been there… watching. Controlled. Calculated. Intentional. And for the first time in her life, Amelia faces something she cannot simply endure her way through.

Rule #1: Never trust a human. Rule #2: Never trust yourself. Zoni learned the first rule the hard way when she was betrayed and murdered in the most excruciating way possible by the person she loved the most. But as ‘luck’ would have it, she is offered a second chance at life. The price? Signing a dangerous deal with the underworld. Gone is the girl who naively thought the world just needed more love. Now tethering between human and demon, Zoni is ready to leave her new mark on the world. But something… or someone more dangerous than the devil himself is crossing her at every turn, turning her mission into a twisted game of cat and mouse. However… who the cat is, and who the mouse is in this game has yet to be determined.

[Mature Content Warning] On the night her fated mate rejected her for another woman, Violet didn't cry or beg. She smiled. "Congratulations, Alpha. I hope she was worth our severed bond." Everyone believed she was a weak, shiftless omega. No one knew she was the last heir of an ancient bloodline hunted to extinction. Now, two Supreme Alphas have claimed her as their mate. Both want to mark her, but Violet doesn't want a mate, she wants answers. Too bad the bond — and her two new mates — won't let her go.

Robellia is a young witch in a world full of enemies. with her village raided by witch hunters by the age of 5, Robellia comes across various challenges as she tries to live in the human world undetected. Things get harder as she is taken as a slave along with her mother to work in the royal palace there she meets crowed prince Maximus Blackthorn the infamous cold hearted prince. her world is turned upside down after the encounters with the prince. Will she be able to bury her past?

Where are you? Please buy me a condom." "Condom my butt! Im your bodyguard, not your slave!" "Who said you were a slave? You're my WIFE." "What the fuck?" ************************************ Life is hard. And it is harder on my side of the plate. Aside from studying, I have to be a bodyguard for the Mafia's good for nothing second son. My life is really a heck of a mess. The bastard wants meto turn the sky, upside down. Almost killing myself in exhaustion from working part time and studying. And, there's the obnoxious debt collector gang, forcing me and my brother to pay gambling debts. What a thief! What am I gonna do? Let's just focus for now on how to teach the bastard learn some fighting skills so that he won't get bullied so easily.He paid me a hefty price, must do the job. -Porsche ************ Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976,allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment,news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is ause permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing.This chapter is published in a form of quotation and promotion of theoriginal story, claimed as 'fair use'. Please visit the webpage of the original author and support them in their work, who sustain the sole ownership of this publication.

Princess Elowen Astoria, beloved for her beauty and kindness, has lived a sheltered life in the verdant kingdom of Astoria, adored by her parents and cherished by her people. But her world is shattered in a single night when her kingdom is invaded. She watches in horror as her parents and subjects are slaughtered, and the life she once knew is reduced to ashes. Elowen’s survival, however, does not come freely. Prince Kael, a cruel and ambitious prince of the invading kingdom, comes upon her and, struck by her dazzling beauty, decides she is too precious to die. Rather than ending her life, he takes her as a war trophy, keeping her captive in his opulent yet suffocating palace. Years pass under Kael’s oppressive rule. When he attempts to make her submit to his desires, Elowen fights back, wounding him and asserting her spirit for the first time since the fall of Astoria. Enraged, Kael imprisons her in the dungeon, declaring she will remain there until she learns to accept him. Time continues to turn, and the kingdom that Kael has corrupted and terrorized begins to crumble. Enter Claude De Valois, a fierce and unpredictable prince known as the “Mad Dog” for his ruthlessness on the battlefield. Leading an invasion to overthrow Kael’s tyrannical rule, Claude is greeted as a liberator. Amid the chaos, he discovers Elowen, silent, fragile, yet strangely captivating, locked away in the dungeon.

Maria Romanova lost everything in a single betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To save what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov, the ruthless heir of a private Russian dynasty. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Their marriage is not built on love, but control and leverage. Every glance is a challenge. Every command is a test. And every punishment is designed to remind her who truly holds power. But Maria is not as fragile as he expects. A spark of fire burns within her—one Mikhail has yet to fully tame. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to crack, she must decide: submit to the man who owns her future… or become the one thing he never planned for—his weakness. In a world where loyalty is currency, and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything… including her heart.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT:18+ This work is a dark, adult-oriented romance. Readers should expect: -Explicit sexual situations/smut -Intense emotional and physical power dynamics -Complex themes of obsession and possessiveness This novel is not suitable for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if you are uncomfortable with explicit content, please exit this story. SPOILER ALERT: Very Spicy chapter 1-4 SYNOPSIS: After his girlfriend dumps him for a man with a fatter wallet, Henry Sorn hits a dark, upscale club to forget his own sorrow. He spots a man—impeccably dressed, devastatingly handsome, and radiating raw, dangerous authority. Driven by a reckless, drunken impulse, Henry whispers a proposition: “Want to fuck?” The stranger pulls him into a shadow-drenched alcove, and their first night is a blur of desperate friction and primal need. The shock arrives the next morning in a lecture hall: the man from the club is Frank Miller, the university’s most esteemed—and intimidating—professor. Frank doesn't want romance; he wants a release valve. He’s a high-functioning closeted gay with a reputation to protect and a picture-perfect girlfriend waiting in the wings. He offers Henry a simple arrangement: no feelings, just sex. Henry, still aching from his breakup, agrees, hungry for the way Frank’s hands map his body and the way the professor’s icy composure melts into sweat-slicked command behind locked doors. But as the hookups grow more frequent and the intensity pushes them further into obsession, the line between "fuck buddies" and "belonging to each other" begins to fray. Henry is hooked on the taste of the man who isn't his to have—and he starts to realize that the more he pushes, the more the professor’s carefully constructed life starts to crack.

Azaria Freeman gave everything to Aldrith Corp. She carried two roles without complaint, held the company together when it mattered, and believed her reward was finally within reach. Instead, the promotion she earned was handed to someone with the Aldrith name. Furious and done staying silent, Azaria storms into a board meeting and challenges the very people who overlooked her. But the moment she steps inside, everything changes. Because Theon Aldrith realizes the truth. His mate has been right under his nose all along. And she is human. Something that hasn’t happened in centuries. Now, power, instinct, and fear collide as Theon faces an impossible choice: claim her and risk everything, or walk away from the one person fate has chosen for him.

I wasn’t supposed to matter to him. Men like Marco Vitale don’t notice women like me. He’s the most dangerous mafia king in Sicily. Ruthless. Untouchable. Feared. And I was just doing my job. Stay quiet. Stay invisible. Get through the flight. That was all I needed to do.Until one mistake ruined everything.One spill. One second. And suddenly, he noticed me. I thought I would lose my job.Instead, I lost my freedom. Because Marco Vitale doesn’t chase women.He chooses them. Keeps them. Owns them.And once he decides something belongs to him— it doesn’t leave. Now I’m trapped in his world.A world of power, control, and danger I don’t understand. A man I can’t escape.A man who looks at me like I already belong to him. I tell myself this isn’t real.That I can walk away.That I still have a choice.But every time he says my name— I feel it. The truth.This was never just a mistake. It was the moment he decided I was his. And in Marco Vitale’s world… there is no escape.

Joeng Akia is a descendent of a very powerful elemental master . she meets the vampire emperor and discovers her hidden powers along with his unlocked power . the two fall in love trying to unravel the past of their origins . what would you do if you were a powerful king like Kang Ryun ?

She was called a slut by the world, trapped in a place she never chose. Untouched. Hidden. Sold for a price no one could afford. Until one night, a ruthless mafia king paid millions for her. But instead of breaking her, he became obsessed with the innocence she tried to hide. In a world of darkness, will she escape him… or fall into something even more dangerous?

My life took yet another turn when my mind was broken into dust. I was mended by a veritable miracle that granted my Damon to get back. Number four was now the whole new version of him. Our life, as perfect as it seems, showed me cruelty when three of my cubs died. Pack had lost something. Destiny took us apart only to get together in the new way of life.

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!