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Aaliyah Moore never imagined love would come with a price. When her mother’s life and freedom hangs in the balance, Aaliyah is forced to accept a deal that changes everything: a two-year contract relationship with Rowan Blackwood, a cold, powerful billionaire whose public image needs saving as badly as Aaliyah needs money. No love. No questions. No escape. To the world, they are the perfect couple elegant, intimate, untouchable. Behind closed doors, Aaliyah is invisible, trapped in a relationship built on control and silence, slowly falling for a woman who treats love like a weakness. As emotions blur the lines of the contract, betrayal strikes from within. Framed, abandoned, and stripped of everything she thought she had, Aaliyah walks away with nothing but her broken heart and her dignity. But walking away changes her. When Rowan finally uncovers the truth, she realizes the woman she tried to own is no longer waiting to be claimed. Aaliyah is stronger now, independent, and no longer willing to trade herself for survival. This time, Rowan must face the one thing she fears most: love without control. In a world of power, secrets, and painful choices, Bound by Silence, Claimed by Love is a slow-burning LGBTQ+ romance about learning that real love isn’t demanded, negotiated, or owned, it’s chosen. And sometimes, the greatest love story begins after walking away.

Aiden Lioren, son of the Director of Magical Regulation, hunts illegal mages for the State in a city where every spark of power is monitored and controlled. Their official enemy: “Deviants,” unregistered magic users whose emotions make their powers unpredictable and “dangerous.” On his first night in the field, during a storm-soaked raid in the South Sector, Aiden feels a violent surge of electricity ripple through the city an anomaly that briefly blacks out an entire street. The source is an Electromancer Deviant, powerful and undisciplined, already targeted for capture or elimination under new State protocols. As Aiden rides with the enforcement unit into the chaos, he is determined to prove himself worthy of his father’s expectations and the Department’s ideology. What he doesn’t know yet is that the Deviant they’re hunting will shatter everything he believes about danger, control, and who truly threatens the city and that this forbidden enemy will soon become the person his heart refuses to let go.

Control is power. Trust is weakness. Love is the only thing he cannot calculate. Adrian Vale does not believe in love. Once, he did. Once, he trusted. And it nearly destroyed him. Now he rules his world with precision, controlled, unreadable, untouchable. The city watches him with fascination and fear, unsure whether he is a genius, a monster, or something in between. He does not care. Power is cleaner than emotion. Control is safer than devotion. Elena Rossi has no interest in powerful men or dangerous reputations. She has built her life carefully, quietly, away from chaos. Her world is practical, structured, hers. They are not drawn together by destiny. Not by obsession. Not by instant attraction. Just circumstance. Just proximity. Just timing. But predators are patient. And walls, no matter how strong, were never meant to stand forever.

Omega Asa Blake has one choice. Sell himself on the auction block or starve. He expects a cruel gavel to fall. He doesn't expect him. Alpha Zevran Cross, a ghost of a man still bound to a dead mate, attends out of cold duty. But one scent, wrongly perfect, sends his decade of grief crumbling. A second fate. When a sadistic rival alpha moves to claim Asa, Zev acts on pure, possessive instinct. Now, Asa is a prisoner in a mansion of grief, owned by a man who looks at him with both hunger and hatred. Zevran is tormented, and too guilty to claim the omega fate has forced on him, too alpha to let him go. The bond they're fighting might be the only thing that can save them from the rival who wants Asa back, and the past that chases Zevran forever.

*Mature Content Warning (18+)* This book contains dark themes, violence, psychological horror, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised. Claire Allen is obsessed with the supernatural, driven by one desperate goal: to solve the mystery of her father’s death, which she believes was caused by a vengeful spirit. By day, Claire is a regular high school senior. By night, she and her friends, Lily and Stephnie (the medium), run Ghost Mentors—an online channel dedicated to helping lost spirits find peace and cross into the afterlife. Their work is a sacred mission. But their mission shatters when they investigate an abandoned New York house haunted by a cruel, dark witch. The encounter goes horribly wrong. A witch's curse rips Claire's spirit from her body, plunging her into a coma. Now invisible to the world, Claire is only seen by Michael, a dangerously handsome Demon Slayer from Hell, sent by Lucifer himself. Michael believes all ghosts are monsters that must be eliminated. Claire believes they deserve peace. She fights for the lost souls; he hunts them. Yet, when the only person who can see you is the one you despise the most, survival depends on a tense, forbidden alliance that blurs the line between enemies and lovers. A terrifying countdown begins: Thirteen powerful vengeful spirits have started a ritual to tear open the gates of Hell and unleash chaos upon Earth. With only 5 hours left to stop the apocalypse, Claire must do the unimaginable: Journey into the Underworld alone and ring the ancient emergency bell to summon the Devil back to his throne. As battles rage across two worlds, the true darkness unfolds: a powerful jealous friend (Lily) turns to black magic, a hidden bloodline is exposed, and a deadly betrayal threatens to hand Earth over to the demons. The Ghost Mentors: The Cursed Awakening A dark, high-stakes Urban Fantasy Romance where a high school girl must summon the Devil to save the world, only to fall for the demon hunter sent to stop her. Perfect for fans of powerful heroines, demonic anti-heroes, intense enemies-to-lovers arcs, and powerful heroines.

Andy only wanted to live a peaceful life and take care of his sick mother in his first life. The only problem was that the world had been overrun by the Seraphim, who had destroyed both him and the planet. When Andy was reborn, he remembered the two angels who had killed him—especially the man with white-silver hair. Determined to take revenge on those two, Andy began to grow stronger. “What do you mean? You want me to organize the ‘Night of Arefe,’ the day when the heroes are meant to gather?” The Emperor—also the first and strongest hero, Ludra—looked at the brave girl kneeling halfway beneath his throne. “If you accept, I’ll do anything!” The Emperor smiled and spoke with a sly grin on his face: “If you manage to wound me why not?”

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

Warning: Heavy sexual content. She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

They wanted a villain, so I became one. (Readers discretion R18+) Publicly humiliated and cast aside, Lina became an easy target after she was rejected by her fated mate, Kain, the Alpha's son. Used by those in power, blamed for things she didn't do, and abandoned when she needed protection the most, her first life ended violently and unfairly. But that wasn't the end. She was reborn into several years in the past with the memories of her death intact, and was aware of everything that would happen. Lina refuses to make the same choices again. This time, she keeps her distance, hardens herself, and stops trying to be good for people who never valued her. But no matter how careful she threads, fate still tied her down to the same person. Only this time, she had two fated mates instead of one, Kain's twin brother, Louis. And despite having rejected her and ruined her life previously, Kain is now desperate to reclaim her. However, as the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. Lina refuses to fall back in her old ways again. He may want her back, but it doesn't mean she will still be there, waiting for him. Excerpt (Lina's POV) "You want an answer right? Fine…" I shot back, my expression hardening. "I feel nothing for you. Besides, aren't you already engaged? What more do you want from a lowly slave like me?" my words came out harsh, not because I meant to sound harsh, I just….I couldn't take the risk, not with a Winston. My fate could end up just like before, if I dared to let myself waver. I noticed his expression harden, his eyes turning cold as he quietly moves away to let me pass. I didn't waste another second there. I rushed out of his quarters, my eyes burning as I tried to hold back my tears. The emotions welling up inside me, so much pain than I've ever felt before, sadness….these couldn't be mine. I froze where I stood, clutching my chest as the emotions overwhelmed me. It was at that moment that it dawned on me. He was actually in love with me. But how? When? I don't understand. What in the world is going on, why had events become so unpredictable, so many things had changed I don't even know what to do anymore. If Louis was in love with me, then…maybe I finally had a chance to use him to change my fate. Carla has already proposed this, but I was afraid I'll end up being betrayed, used and then cast aside just like the past. But this was different now, he loves me.That makes him a risk… and an opportunity.... I just needed to use him to change my fate, I didn't have to love him back. Using him meant crossing a line I swore I never would. It meant becoming something I despised. But what was the alternative? I don't know what came over me, but I turned around, heading back into the room where I found him laying on the bed. He sat up in a hurry as I barged into the room, his eyes wide with surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting me to come back. "You—" he stopped himself, pushing himself upright. "Why are you here? " I didn't answer immediately. I stood there, staring at him, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection all over again. "I lied," I said finally.

“Gözlərin—Your Touch crossed beyond my Flesh—even drawing the MaRRow.... from my Bones — left wounds that could UnDo me…” Existence becomes a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes me… and him. Each nerve of my body move only by some inner command, humanity itself feels...as though it fades into nothing. My Everything becomes his. And I… dissolve. But.. The moment someone else enters his life… My selfhood, my belonging — all of it feels like a lie. "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." A LoVe StoRY with No HEART...

What do you do when you're at a concert, dancing and trying to forget a colleague you've had a crush on, then suddenly a stranger grabs you from behind, and fucks you till you're too weak to stand? Yeah, that's my situation right now. Crushing on the handsome Alex - who, by the way, doesn’t know I exist - has made me make VERY crazy life decisions, including seeking the help of an arrogant love doctor, and disguising myself as a man just to work with him in his new company. And now, the same stranger from the concert, shows up behind me whenever, and makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel - utterly dangerous and forbidden things until I now crave him. Did I also mention that I hate my new boss? Yeah, Maxwell Wellington is just so annoying, infuriating and insufferable, and it seems the feeling is mutual cause he hates me too.

I own the MC but nothing else. When the successor to God was chosen, she does what any fan of tv, movies, anime, and manga would do, go to the vast multiverses to help others but also to change events for the better. MC is Intersex and OP.

Selara carries a secret powerful enough to start a war. Hunted after the fall of her royal bloodline, she is forced into the territory of Draven Blackclaw, a cold, dangerous Alpha whose obsession with control is matched only by his hunger for dominance. He does not trust her. He does not want her. Yet he cannot let her go. Their connection begins in hostility and grows into a dangerous game of power, desire, and restraint. Selara refuses to submit. Draven refuses to release her. Between them lies a fragile line between protection and possession. As enemies rise and the pack begins to question their Alpha’s loyalty, Selara must decide whether revenge matters more than survival and whether loving Draven will save her… or destroy them both. A slow-burn, dark werewolf romance packed with obsession, forbidden attraction, enemies-to-lovers tension, and explosive secrets.

A conqueror raised without mercy and a prophet bound by fate are forced into alliance—only to discover love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all. In a world ruled by crowns, prophecies, and blood-bound magic, Kael Varshen is a weapon forged for conquest—taught that love is weakness and mercy is treason. Serayne Lumis is a princess bound to prophecy, raised to believe fate must never be questioned. When war binds them as enemies, and truth forces them into alliance, hatred begins to fracture into something far more dangerous. As forbidden Ash magic awakens and ancient lies unravel the world’s foundations, they must choose between destiny and desire, power and mercy, survival and love. Enemies became allies. Allies became lovers. Lovers became legends.

Lyra has spent her life surviving on the edges of a world that was never built for her. With no family name and no protection, she takes a job as a maid in the most powerful wolf estate in the city, a place of polished marble floors, strict rules, and quiet cruelty. Behind its white walls lives an Alpha whose authority is absolute, whose presence commands obedience, and whose name no one speaks lightly. Lyra’s only goal is survival. Until the day she feels it. The bond. Instant. Unmistakable. Dangerous. He feels it too. But an Alpha does not claim a maid. Instead of announcing her as his mate, he keeps her hidden summoned in silence, desired in shadows, touched behind closed doors where no one will see. To the world, she remains invisible. To him, she becomes a secret he refuses to acknowledge in daylight. Lyra is not weak. She is not naïve. And she is not in love with the illusion of power. As weeks pass, the estate reveals its true nature humiliation disguised as discipline, control masked as order, desire twisted into possession. The Alpha’s need for her grows stronger, but so does his fear of what claiming her would cost him. And when the time comes, he chooses his title over his mate. He rejects her. Publicly. Broken but not destroyed, Lyra leaves the estate with nothing but her pride and the bond that refuses to disappear. Cast out and alone on unfamiliar streets, she is forced to survive once again until another pack finds her. But Lyra is no longer just a maid. She has seen power up close. She has learned how it operates. And she has discovered something even the Alpha does not yet understand: A rejected mate does not mean a weak one. And when she rises again, she will not be the girl who once knelt on marble floors. She will be something far more dangerous.

Dylan has everything... wealth, name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels trapped by a life that was never his choice. Desperate for freedom, he runs away to a public school to finally live on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn-the only son of a commoner, sharp-tongued, guarded, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care-quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention, or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. But while they fight their feelings, they remain unaware of a deeper bond already tying their lives together—a truth hidden just beyond their reach, waiting to surface at the worst possible time. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth - where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs - OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"

In the underworld, there are no saints—only predators. Matthew is one of the most feared. Cold, untouchable, and merciless, he is the silent king of Mercato del Muerte, the black market where weapons, blood, and secrets are sold. Everyone bows to his rules, because those who don’t… vanish. Vinny, another alpha, is his opposite—charismatic, reckless, magnetic. He thrives in chaos, flirting with danger as if it were a game. When he crosses paths with Matthew, it should have been a fleeting rivalry. Instead, he finds himself pulled into Matthew’s world, chained by debts, desires, and a fire he can’t put out. Two alphas. One black market. A dangerous game of dominance and submission where every touch feels like a threat, every kiss tastes like betrayal, and every choice could draw blood. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers. In a world where trust is worth less than a bullet, can Vinny survive Matthew’s hunger—or will he be ruined by it? https://discord.gg/tD8ppQCCw join my discord

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]

[FREE Chapters till the end of February, after that some chapters will be locked for premium] What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

Excerpt... We were too close. I knew we were too close, but neither of us moved. The office was dark except for the glow of our laptops. It was past midnight. We'd been working for hours, building the case, connecting pieces, and somewhere along the way we'd ended up on the same side of the desk. Shoulders almost touching. Close enough that I could smell his cologne "This is a bad idea," I whispered. "I know." "We agreed. Fake engagement. Professional. No complications." "I remember." His eyes dropped to my mouth, lingered there. "Doesn't change the fact that I want to kiss you." My breath caught. "Roman..." "Tell me you don't want it too." His voice was rough, low. "Tell me I'm reading this wrong and I'll move. I'll go back to my side of the desk and we'll pretend this never happened." I should have said it. Should have lied. But I was so tired of lying. "I can't," I whispered. "Can't what?" "Tell you that you're wrong." Something flashed in his eyes, dark and hungry. He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away. I didn't. Journalist Amara Reyes has spent sixteen years chasing the truth about her father's death. Heart attack, they said. Case closed. Everyone moved on except Amara. Now someone is watching her every move, roses appear where they shouldn't, messages turn from warnings to threats, and the closer she gets to the truth about what really happened sixteen years ago, the more dangerous everything becomes. Roman Vale is a billionaire CEO who doesn't tolerate loose ends, cold and ruthless, the kind of man who can destroy you with a single phone call. When Amara starts digging into Vale Industries, he sees a problem that needs to be eliminated. But Amara isn't easy to eliminate. When blackmail forces them into a fake engagement, the line between enemies and allies disappears. She needs his resources, he needs her silence, but the deeper they dig, the more they realize their fathers' deaths sixteen years ago weren't coincidences but murders. Two fathers, two deaths, one killer who's been hiding in plain sight for over a decade. The threats are escalating, the stalker is getting bolder, and falling in love might be the most dangerous thing they've ever done because the person who killed their fathers is still watching, still waiting, and won't stop until both of them are dead.