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"I'll make you fall in love with me sweetheart." - Jett. "We'll see about that." - Jamie. - "I bet your dick is so small you need a microscope to see it." - Jamie. "I'll let you be the judge of that." - Jett. - Jett is the second son of a wealthy, powerful household that expects him to inherit the family company alongside his older brother. But Jett wants none of it. Boxing is the only thing that makes sense to him, Jett has spent most of his adult days swinging with his fists, the only place where he decides the rules. Jamie is everything Jett claims to hate. Cute, sharp-tongued, stubborn as hell, and impossible to ignore. A college student with a bright car, a sharp mouth, and a younger brother he protects with everything he has. Jett is like smoke, angry, dark, drifting between worlds he refuses to choose from. Jamie is like sugar, sweet at the core, though he hides it under thorns and fire. Together, they're a slow, inevitable burn.

Anna came to her sister older house only to stay temporarily. Not to fall into the most dangerous kind of beauty she had ever seen. Alaric Devano—husband of Evelyn Seraphina and Lyanna Mirelle’s brother-in-law—was everything forbidden: handsome, cold, immensely wealthy, dominant… and he stared at Anna far too long for a man who was supposed to ignore her. At first, Anna thought it was mere courtesy. But it wasn’t. He noticed every detail about her. How she stood. How she feared. How she tried to keep her distance. And every time they were alone… he forgot that Anna was his sister-in-law. More dangerously? Anna did not resist. She kept coming back—as if something within her called out, demanded, and claimed her. “He’s my sister's husband. I must not fall into his embrace. But obsession always triumphs over reason. And Alaric… never loses.”

"I'm not impressed." He said and Kalina guessed the laughter in his words. "Still." She returned, trying to match his amusement and completely failing. That man had a knack for annoying her, that was for sure. ¿Why? Kalina didn't know for sure. She felt a little stupid about the discovery, but there was something else. Something attracted her to him, that was undeniable.

Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— "N-no please, please sir. T-this is w-wrong.." Aiden's fingers slowed down, but didn't stop it's slow stride, his brows furrowed as he stared at his wife. Her lips trembled but no more words came out. She still looked scared, but a little panicked now. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color painted Celeste's cheeks at his words. Was there a word to describe the feeling in between fear, panic and embarrassment? Celeste felt all three. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was referred to as the mad heir. Who touches a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, causing Celeste to tense up. Her eyes slowly found his face in the dark room, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room giving away his change in expression. His brows were drawn together at first, then a smirk crept up his lips. It was a slow movement and a sudden shift. Celeste watched as his eyes moved from her robe to her face, with his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked wife?" He asked the known, an evil glint in his eyes that set off alarms in Celeste's head. He'd found out she wasn't wearing anything under the robe, a normal person would let her go right? Hopefully he was normal to that extent. Aiden's smirk deepened as he continued. "And you're not here to seduce me?" He asked accusingly. Celeste's eyes widen, her lips parting wordlessly as she took in the accusation, feeling his fingers continue its slow trail. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe, isn't that seduction little lamb?" He asked, his voice low. "N-no b-but I-I.." Without warning he leaned in, so close Celeste could feel his breath brushing her face. "Shh, let me touch what's mine, wife."

Zara Lopez is powerful, feared, and alone. As the sole heir of the Lopez Empire, the world watches her every move— but no one sees what follows her in the dark. Strange incidents. Unexplained attacks. A presence that appears when danger is closest. When Zara becomes the target of a deadly conspiracy, her life is saved by a man no one can trace— a shadow who fights like a devil and disappears like a ghost. He doesn’t ask for trust. He doesn’t explain himself. He only protects. As enemies tighten their grip and threats rise from within her own bloodline, Zara is forced to accept one truth— Someone is watching her. Someone is guarding her. And someone knows more about her than she knows about herself. Who is he? Why her? And is he truly her savior… or something far more dangerous? In a world of power, madness, and secrets, some protectors are not meant to be seen—only felt.

"My love for you is a crime… but I’d rather burn than give you up." Aria is no ordinary vampire—she's the daughter of a powerful clan, bound by ancient rules. Falling in love with a human? That’s the ultimate betrayal. But when she meets Liam, a mortal who sees past the darkness in her, she can’t stop herself. Their love is dangerous. Forbidden. And when the ruthless Lord Marcus discovers their secret, Aria is faced with an impossible choice—betray Liam or defy her own kind. Just when they think they can escape, everything goes horribly wrong. Liam is turned into a vampire against his will, and his newfound power makes him a threat to both humans and vampires alike. With enemies closing in and trust breaking apart, Aria and Liam must fight for their love in a world that wants to tear them apart. Will they survive the darkness… or become part of it? WE ARE BACK. HAD TO HANDLE SOME THINGS.

Demyan hated Leksa, profoundly. He would never miss an opportunity to taunt him, fight him, or laugh at him. That’s why he mockingly called him “my wife” and joined forces under his command. Wait… under his command!? Dammit, that pretty face deceived him again!

A mafia heir walks into a forbidden club. Two kings of control notice him. And his life is never the same again. Killian Romano never meant to enter Eclipse — the most exclusive BDSM club in the city. When Adrian and Aiden Cross set their eyes on him, curiosity turns into obsession, and obsession into possession. Bound by velvet and chains, Killian must survive a world of discipline, desire, and dangerous devotion… where love hurts before it heals.

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness. Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love. [Bronze Winner: Weekly Love Tales - Vampire] [Book of the Month: September/October 2024]

Katherine Blaire has worked six grueling years to rise to the top of the banking world of Manhattan. Confident, voluptuous, and ambitious, she's nearly within reach of the promotion that will help to finance the college education of her autistic brother. She needs but one account- the account of Anthony Marvin, arguably the most influential and dangerous man in New York. Anthony "Tony" Marvin doesn't just own hotels and nightclubs. He controls both legitimate and underground empires as the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the city. Tony is ruthless, heartbreakingly handsome, and untouchable until Katherine enters his club with the business plan and with an unwavering refusal to back away from him. When Tony offers Katherine something she cannot refuse —a night with him in exchange for the contract —she storms out, humiliated and outraged. But Tony is interested in the woman who had the strength to say no to him, and Katherine finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of power struggle, desire, and growing love. As their relationship grows stronger, Tony's father, the ruthless mafia kingpin Thomas Marvin, will do whatever it takes to eliminate what he sees as his son's greatest weakness. Surrounded by enemies and with Katherine's entire family in danger, she and Tony must decide if their love is worth risking everything — including their lives. In a world in which love is the ultimate vulnerability, can a banker and a mafia prince redefine the rules of power?

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

Jim Oliver is the golden boy of his community—vibrant, well-liked, and the pride of his devout Christian family. Since the age of eleven, Jim has been under the strict tutelage of his father, a priest, grooming him to inherit the same mantle of faith and service. For Jim, the path of righteousness is narrow, clear, and absolute. That clarity vanishes with the arrival of his older cousin, Mauwa Gene. Sent to live with the Olivers while attending a nearby university, Mauwa is a magnetic presence that Jim cannot reconcile with his world. While Jim is friendly to everyone else, he treats Mauwa with a cold, desperate distance. To Jim, Mauwa is a walking paradox: simultaneously attractive and repulsive. The closer Mauwa gets, the more Jim feels the foundations of his religious upbringing tremble. Terrified that this infatuation is a "distraction" that will compromise his soul and his father's expectations, Jim takes drastic measures to silence his heart—including forcing himself into a relationship with a girlfriend he doesn't truly want. Yet, no matter how harshly Jim pushes him away, Mauwa refuses to leave his side. As the tension between them nears a breaking point, Jim is forced to confront a haunting question: Is he running from his cousin, or is he running from a version of himself he was never allowed to meet?

After the events of K-station and death both Amaru and Tyson, Both come back in cloned bodies and reemerge their original souls to new clone bodies, they have new mission to capture and retrieve a mysterious Horror know as The Wraith: The Witch beast Horrors. however a new member joins their team, Agent Moore. She is by the books and clash views between her and Amaru.

Have you ever loved someone enough to let them ruin you? Hatred turns intimate. Violence turns protective. Control turns possessive. Lines blur until neither knows where revenge ends and devotion begins. This is not a love story. It’s a descent. A dark romance of power, cruelty, obsession, and the kind of attachment that doesn’t ask to be healthy—only eternal.

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.

Wish thought that if she ever got a second chance at life, she would at least wake up in a better story. A spoiled princess. A doomed villainess on the path to redemption. A heroine adored by powerful husbands. Anything would have been fine. That's how stories were supposed to work. Instead, fate—and whatever twisted cosmic editor writes destinies—casts her in the one role she should never have been reborn into: the fat, ugly, unwanted maiden chosen for sacrifice. She awakens in a body mocked by her tribe, pitied by her parents, and avoided by every man. In a world where beast forms define worth, hers is a joke—a puff-fluff fox, a useless cotton cloud that couldn't frighten a butterfly. Worse still, she is the doomed extra whose sole purpose was to die during the Mating Moon Ritual—her death the trigger that allowed the real female lead, a beautiful, weak princess, to earn the devotion of the four almighty beast deities. The Wind Deity—hot-headed, wild, and dangerously unpredictable. The Solar Deity—arrogant, playful, and impossibly radiant. The Sky Deity—silent, calm, and shrouded in mystery. The Night Deity—cold, calculating, and merciless. Except Wish doesn't die. And her survival breaks everything. The plot stutters. Events twist. Characters act wrong. The world itself seems to notice her refusal to disappear—and begins trying to correct the mistake. Now hunted by fate and trapped in a society where beauty is worshipped, mating marks define destiny, and the weak are meant to be sacrificed, Wish is given one impossible condition for survival: She must derail the story completely. The only way to do that is to draw the attention of the four beings the world revolves around—creatures meant to be untouchable, distant, and divine. One is bound to her by a ritual that should have killed her. One meets her with hostility instead of fate. One sees her existence as a threat that must be erased. One should be incapable of feeling anything at all. They were never meant to notice her. The story was never meant to let her live. So how is she supposed to survive a world that measures worth by beauty and power, when she is fat, unwanted, powerless—and armed with nothing but a useless fluffy fox? Can she break the story that wants her dead? Or will she die exactly as the plot demands?

Over a hundred hopefuls step onto the same dazzling stage, each chasing the impossible dream of becoming an idol. Among them are Ren and Alex — two Betas determined to rise in a world that favors Alphas and Omegas. But Ren is not who he appears to be. Secretly an Omega, he hides his true identity, refusing to accept that his second gender should limit his future. He believes that even an Omega can stand at the pinnacle — if he is brave enough to fight for it. Alex, on the other hand, is a Beta hardened by a lifetime of rejection. Overlooked, underestimated, and pushed aside, he has learned to hide his pain behind a calm smile. Yet beneath it lies a burning desire to prove his worth. When the auditions turn into a ruthless survival show, rivalries ignite, alliances form, and emotions run high. Ren finds himself drawn to Kai — his hot-headed, unpredictable roommate who makes his heart race despite his best efforts to stay distant. Meanwhile, Alex begins to soften around Rei, the quiet but perceptive trainee who sees through his walls… even though Rei hides his own growing feelings. Things grow even more complicated when Kai becomes the first person to discover Ren’s secret — and chooses to protect him in silence rather than expose him. Under blinding lights and cutthroat competition, dreams, identities, and love collide. When Ren’s truth finally comes to light, will it destroy everything he’s built… or bind them together more tightly than ever? On this stage where only the strongest survive, will they rise — or fall?

He's dying... And never know he still has the strength to moan until Lucian Vale walks into his life. The cold, untouchable billionaire CEO with a flawless image, Rowan Donovan has six months left to live. Rowan has never desired a man. Never imagined wanting one. Never questioned who he was—until one day, he encounters a distinctively strange man, Lucian Vale. Lucian looks at him like he already knows how Rowan tastes. Lucian is sin dressed as a smile. Too bold. Too close. Too aware of the way Rowan stiffens when their bodies brush, the way his breath hitches when Lucian’s voice drops lower, slower, deliberate. Rowan tells himself it’s stress. Curiosity. A lapse in control. But his body doesn’t lie. He reacts to Lucian in ways he never has before- hard, desperate, undone. He moans for a man whose touch feels dangerous and addictive, whose hands don’t ask permission before taking what Rowan never knew he could give. What starts as secret nights meant to silence curiosity turns into something darker and deeper: need, craving, surrender. And somewhere between sweat-soaked sheets and whispered breaths, Rowan realizes the most terrifying truth of all— he doesn’t just want Lucian’s body. He wants to live. But Lucian is hiding something. Did Lucian just come to make the dying CEO moan before his death… or to decide whether he deserves to survive?

[Matured Content.] Quinn Dupont spent half of his life being compared to a boy who was never supposed to be his brother. When his mother married into the Dupont family, Quinn didn’t gain a home, he became a shadow. Sebastian’s shadow. Sebastian Dupont was the golden boy. The prodigy. The world’s rising star behind the wheel. Everything Quinn wasn’t. Everything he was never allowed to be. He grew up learning how to shrink. How to exist quietly. How to be “the other one.” Now university throws them into each other’s orbit again. Quinn is determined to finally breathe on his own, to build cars that break records and leave legends in the dust. But the school assigns him as Sebastian’s personal mechanic. As the one person responsible for keeping Sebastian alive at every race. They can’t avoid each other now. Not the resentment. Not the history. Not the tension that never should’ve existed between stepbrothers. Sebastian looks at Quinn like he’s a threat. Quinn looks at Sebastian like he’s a wound he can’t stop touching. Somewhere between speed, jealousy, and years of unspoken damage, their hatred twists into something far more dangerous. And now that they’re forced together, neither of them can outrun it anymore.