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His Regret: I Am Not Your Mate
During the apocalypse, the Lunar Goddess’s power waned, the kingdom fell into chaos, and the packs descended into endless war. Wolf warriors were highly susceptible to Panic Disorder—a post-kill terror so severe it could cause a wolf’s heart to burst, leading to death. Thus, the profession of Soother gradually emerged. Eric, a fierce and battle-hardened Gamma, had won glorious military honors for his pack. Yet during one mission, he discovered he had developed Panic Disorder. To maintain troop morale, he kept it hidden, mocking and dismissing the pack’s Soother, Flora, with utter contempt. However, after Flora performed a soothing session on him, he gradually became hooked. Flora had no choice but to keep it secret from the rest of the pack, sneaking into Eric’s room to soothe him after every battle. Over time, Eric’s view of Flora and Soothers shifted, and he fell in love with her—but Flora refused to become his mate…
They Always Chose My Sister, So I Chose Myself
The day my sister, Ava Bennett, was diagnosed with acute leukemia, I learned two things: my bone marrow was a preliminary match—and I was 10 weeks pregnant. Before I decided whether to save her, a thought suddenly struck me. I told my family that I was the one suffering from a terminal illness. My mother's expression turned cold in an instant. She sneered, "Ava is a once-in-a generation talent, and she's about to perform a solo at Seravelle. Don't let your illness destroy her future." Ava said, "If I were the one who fell sick, I would face my fate with dignity. I would never expect my family to sacrifice themselves for me." That same night, my stepfather took to Facebook and announced that he was cutting me out of his life, making sure I couldn't use the Bennett family name to ask for donations. Not a single one of them bothered to read the medical report I had left behind. The file folder sat forgotten beneath a cake box while they celebrated deep into the night. I touched my stomach, feeling that new heartbeat—and for the first time, I knew I was done hesitating.
He Gave Her Red Heels, I Quit Our Engagement
Two days before the engagement, my fiancé knelt down to smooth the hem of my gown, and his fingers brushed lightly over my ankle. "Zoe, why have I never seen you wear high heels? You have such lovely feet." I was adjusting the waistline of my dress in the mirror and replied absently, "I'm not used to them. They hurt to walk in." "Try them. High heels would look stunning with your mermaid gown." His palm slid slowly up my leg and came to rest behind my knee. "Get the thin ones with red soles, they peek out as you walk, so elegant and striking. You'd look absolutely breathtaking in them." I looked up and met his focused, eager gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know so much about this?"
I Cremated My Fake Dead Husband
"Rachel, you need to take care of yourself. Stay strong." I took the death certificate from my best friend, Megan, and called the crematorium. "My husband just died. I need him cremated right away." In my past life, I'd been too grief‑stricken to think clearly. I'd cried until I passed out. By the time I woke up, he'd already been cremated. While I was still crying over his ashes, the debt collectors showed up at my door. That was when I found out he'd left me with millions in debt. 10 years later, I was scavenging through trash when my dead husband pulled up in a luxury car—his arm around Megan. He tossed a coin at me. "Rachel, thanks for clearing all my debts and taking care of my mother all these years. Here's one dollar. That should cover it." The shock was too much. I coughed up blood and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the hospital—the day he'd been rushed in for a stroke. I looked at the sheet-covered body on the bed and smiled coldly. 'Since you loved playing dead so much, this time—I'll make sure you stay dead.'
THE LUNA HE WAS FORCED TO REJECT
The moment Elara discovers the powerful Alpha King is her fated mate, she believes her life has finally changed.Then he rejects her.Heartbroken and humiliated, Elara vows to forget the man who shattered her heart. But when assassins begin hunting her, Kael is suddenly the only person standing between her and death.He says he rejected her to protect her.She doesn’t believe him.And when another man offers her the love and safety Kael denied her, Elara must choose between the man who broke her heart and the man who never wanted to hurt it.But there’s one secret neither man expected…Elara isn’t an ordinary Omega.She’s the lost Luna everyone has been searching for—and awakening her true power may start a war that could destroy them all.He rejected her because he had to.But this time, fate won’t decide who she loves.
Our Wedding: I Divorced Him for His Son
At my wedding, one of our friends joked with the young son of Julian Hollis's late best friend. "Hey, kiddo, where's your dad? I don't see him anywhere." The boy grinned from ear to ear and pointed straight at my groom onstage. "My dad's up there! His name's Julian Hollis!" The entire crowd burst into laughter. But when Julian slipped the ring onto my finger, I noticed something was wrong. His palm was drenched in sweat. After the wedding, he shut himself in our room and chain-smoked one cigarette after another. "What Leo said today is true, but it's only because my bro asked me to look after his wife, Claire Bennett, right before he died. And she wanted a child so badly... Relax, okay? Those two will never get in the way of what we have. I swear." I forced a smile. "Great. You're just the most loyal, decent guy in the world, aren't you?" Julian let out a long sigh of relief. "I knew you'd understand. Oh, by the way. I promised Leo we'd take him and his mom with us on our honeymoon. Make sure you book an extra room, okay?" With that, he turned and walked out. The second the door clicked shut, my phone suddenly started ringing. The man on the other end was drunk, his voice thick with tears. "Nora, I'm fucking in love with you. I don't even care if I'm just your side piece!" I froze for a second and said, "Good."
The Alpha King's Secret Triplets
Five years ago, on the night of the Alpha's coronation, I stole a beat-up truck and fled the Silver Moon Pack territory. Tossed in the backseat were three pregnancy tests. All positive. He didn't know what he left behind that night. He didn't even know my real name. Five years later, I stood outside a kindergarten in a human city, waiting to pick up my kids. Three of them. The teacher looked at me, shifting her weight awkwardly. "Ms. Green, Luca bit someone again today. And..." She swallowed hard. "The other parent is inside." I pushed the door open. The man sitting in a tiny child's chair was entirely out of proportion with the room. His sleeve was rolled up, revealing the royal crest of the Silver Moon Pack inked into his forearm. And my youngest son, Luca, was riding on his shoulders, tugging at his dark hair. "Mommy!" Luca cheered. "This man smells just like us!"
The Spare: A Life of Secrets
Lucas, the second son of King Joseph, the spare. Lucas was cast out as rogue, but has managed to form his own pack in the rogue land. He's been focused on taking the throne from his brother, King Peter, but that gets derailed when he finds his mate. This story is a prequel to The Broken Series, but it can be read on its own.
Her love, His curse
Before she ever opened her eyes, the Gods bound her fate to his. Evangeline was born a Goddess, daughter of Hades, Lord of the Underworld—divine, untouchable, destined for greatness. Christian was born a Dragon prince, great-grandson of Leviathan, the first Dragon—loyal, fierce, and marked by a bond carved into his soul before he took his first breath. Their destinies were braided together by ancient decree, a tether of power and prophecy that should have made them inseparable. Instead, it made them enemies. From childhood, Evangeline fought the bond with every breath. She pushed Christian away with cold words and cruel distance, determined to defy the fate the Gods had written for her. She refused to be claimed. She refused to be owned. She refused to love him. But love is not a thing the Gods ask permission for. Christian loved her anyway—quietly, fiercely, painfully. Every stolen moment of softness was followed by a blow meant to keep him at arm’s length. Every kindness he offered became another wound she carved into him. Loving her became a curse he could not escape, a devotion that hollowed him out until he fled to save what was left of himself. And still, he would have walked through fire for her. But Evangeline carries a secret that has been killing her slowly. At seventeen, she was attacked. Poisoned. And now, she’s dying. And the cruelty she used to drive Christian away was never hatred—it was fear. Fear that he would watch her fade. Fear that he would sacrifice himself to save her. Fear that the Gods would take him from her if she let him stay. Now the Gods demand the one thing Christian cannot give: his mark—his life—his soul. The only thing that can purge the poison and save her. But Christian refuses. Not because he doesn’t love her. Not because he wants her to die. But because she stole his choice long ago—twisting love into a weapon, turning destiny into a cage, and making him the villain in her story so she could be the martyr in hers. He will not be her salvation unless she asks for it. Unless she tells him the truth. Unless she gives him back the choice she took. As Evangeline’s strength wanes and the poison spreads, the world around them fractures—Gods whisper, clans prepare for war, and fate itself begins to unravel. Christian must confront the bond that has ruled his life, the Goddess who has broken his heart, and the truth that loving her may be the only thing that can save them both… or destroy them completely. This is not a tale of perfect fated mates. This is a tale of destiny stolen, love twisted, a Goddess dying, and the Dragon who loved her wrong… and loved her still. Their story began before birth. Their heartbreak was carved by the Gods. And their ending—if they survive it—will rewrite fate itself.
Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)
*It kept me up all night, replaying the way Cynthia had dropped to her knees and taken me into her mouth like she’d been starving for it since we became siblings - since birth. **WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (18+)** This book is a scorching collection of filthy, taboo erotic stories packed with raw desire, forbidden encounters, and intense, no-limits passion. From desperate bridesmaids and dominant older men to dripping-wet public humiliation and dark family secrets — every story is designed to set your body on fire. If you crave steamy, seductive, and downright dirty reads that push boundaries and leave you aching, this collection is your new obsession. Each tale pulls you deep into a world where lust takes control and shame only makes it hotter. If you crave stories that leave you wet, breathless, and a little ashamed of how much you enjoyed them… then welcome. Tell me which story catches your eye first. This collection is strictly for readers who like it raw, dirty, and very, very wrong—in the best possible way. THIS BOOK INVOLVES EXTREMELY SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, INCEST, AND MUCH MORE 🤕📌. Whether you like slow-built p*rn or harsh thrust, downright nasty -- one thing is sure -- you'll be needing a therapist after this book. Tell me… which story captured your attention the most?And don't forget to add to library. **This book is strictly for mature readers only.** YOU'VE BEEN WARNED 😈