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In her past life, Aria Vale loved the wrong people. Her stepsister framed her. Her fiancé betrayed her. And on the cold metal of an operating table, Aria died— watching the man who truly loved her take his last breath trying to save her. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn seven years earlier, Aria returns sharper, colder, and armed with the one thing she never had before— clarity. This time, she refuses to be the Vale family’s sacrificial pawn. To escape their control, she boldly replaces another girl and marries the man everyone in Meridian City mocks: Damian Cross—the “disabled,” unwanted heir. Rumour says he’s powerless. Rumour says he’s cold and useless. Rumour says his own family discarded him. Rumour is wrong. Behind the wheelchair is a man whose power shakes cities— a man hiding his true identity, calculating his rise, and waiting for the right moment to strike. And to everyone’s shock, he chooses to protect Aria. To cherish her. To claim her. As Aria unleashes her hidden brilliance— her beauty, her medical genius, her cold confidence— the people who once mocked her find themselves kneeling at her feet. The scum who destroyed her? This time, she destroys them first. But as her enemies fall one by one, Aria discovers the most dangerous truth of all: Her “disabled” husband isn’t disabled at all… and the gentle man who pampers her by day turns into a possessive wolf by night. This lifetime, Aria rises from ashes to glory. This lifetime, Damian stands by her side as king. And anyone who tries to tear them apart— will learn the meaning of regret.

Extract "I don't believe you. You're just trying to trap me into taking care of someone else's kid," he sneered. My heart shattered into a million pieces. How could he think that of me? How could he be so cruel? "Please, Apollo. I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you or our child." But his words were like a sharp knife, piercing through my heart. "Love? You don't know the meaning of the word. You're nothing but a lying, cheating whore." “I, Alpha Apollo Philips Giavonni reject you, Zelda Annabel MacDonald as my mate,” My wolf howled in pain as I felt the rejection. The pain was too much to bear, and I passed out on the hospital bed, unable to withstand the agony. A young omega named Zelda conceived after a steamy one-night stand with alpha Apollo. But when Apollo refuses to believe the child is his, Zelda is forced to flee for her life from his relentless pursuit. Desperate for safety and security, Zelda seeks refuge with another alpha, Ryder. As she navigates the dangerous world of werewolves, Zelda must fight for the survival of herself and her unborn child, facing abusive alphas, pack wars, and betrayal at every turn. But as her pregnancy progresses, Zelda finds herself drawn to Apollo, the heartless alpha who still believes the child isn't his. Can she keep her baby safe in a world of danger and find love with Apollo? Or will she be forced to choose between her own life and that of her child? Join Zelda on her thrilling journey as she fights for love, family, and her own survival.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+** + + My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Usually, they say don't mess with the seniors especially when he held the whole authority of your life. For you, life is a fairy tale until you start college. And once you start your college life, your dreamland would have to come to end or else someone would put end cards by force. College is where friends turned out to be complete strangers and outsiders become friends. New life, new attitude, and new personalities gradually come to eat you when you become the target of the most popular guy in the college.It may lead your life to heaven or worst to hell. Here what she might be destined to get?~~~Sheila is an Indian girl who belongs to a rural society has a very happy life with her family. She is not allowed to have any boyfriend, that's how her parents raised her as it's their culture but she was very determined to find her well-wisher. But her life turned upside down when she got the chance to study in one of the famous colleges 'St. Xavier's Catholic College of Engineering' in India.Harry, whose life is full of secrets, is not fond of any new friendships. He always stands away when it comes to new people but he has a valid reason behind his attitude. Karl, he has the power to control everything especially everyone in the college. He rules everyone including his seniors too. He gets everything with the snap of his finger. He is another meaning of arrogant who never fails to make anyone's life miserable. What will happen when these three peoples are destined to meet in different circumstances? Who will have her at the end? Read the story and find out. -----------------------------------------

When you've been constantly shown and proven right that love is just a word that carries so much hurt, you tend to give up on it. Thats the kind of life Clarissa has been made to live, love to her doesn't mean anything. It's a word she has come to dread completely and she's scared to love and be loved. Growing up with no one to show her the true meaning of love, she has decided on her own that love is just an illusion of people's mind To her life is all about fun and satisfying her pleasures while trying to survive and make the most of her life. She never thought there'd be someone out there willing to do anything just to make her see that love isn't that scary, that love is beautiful. Until she met him Tristan Walker What was meant to be a one night stand turned into something more. Tristan Walker, always the playboy. He never believed he could love any one. Not after what happened to him years ago, it scarred him but no one would ever know of it. To him love is just a word used to trap people, but then he meets her. Clarissa Grey. To him she was just a crazy girl he had fun with one night. But when he wakes up and she's gone without a trace, it piques his interest because no woman has ever done that to him, it's always the other way round. Now he's curious about this Beautiful and crazy redhead but she keeps running away from him Will he succeed in cracking her Da Vinci code or will he end up giving out his heart to her.

"You are mine, mine alone." He muttered, sending a rush of terror and excitement through her. Her face crumbled into a frown as she tried to process his words. "Yours?" She laughed nervously, trying to conceal her fear, "You don't mean it, right?" She questioned doubtfully, but the seriousness on the man's face said otherwise. She scoffed, trying to project , What's this? It's nothing. It's just a mistake night." The man's piercing gaze caused her heart to skip a beat. "I don't think it is." He replied, his voice firm and commanding. "I've marked you, so you are mine now." Her eyes widened in terror as she realised the meaning behind his words. "The bite...it's just a bite." She said, attempting to downplay it, but deep down she knew that the bite meant more than that. She was aware that once a girl was marked, she was chosen as a mate. Being betrayed by the one you loved and trusted is the most miserable thing. For Lily, being the daughter of a traitor in her pack meant a life of mistreatment and abuse. But nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate betrayal: her boyfriend, the new Alpha, bringing home another woman and declaring her his Luna, forcing Lily out of the pack.With her world shattered, Lily drowned her sorrows in a bar, leading to a chance encounter with the enigmatic and feared Alpha, Logan Knight. A ruthless leader with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, Logan has been searching for his mate for years, scouring packs far and wide. And then fate brings him Lily. Will Lily, scarred by her previous betrayal, be able to open her heart to Logan's charms? 

I was born into a line of vampire hunters, but I was hopeless at it. I couldn't pass a single trial, couldn't make a single kill, so my family dumped me in the countryside and left me to rot. When they brought me back at eighteen, they packaged me up and handed me to the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein as his lowest blood-slave. I had already made my peace with being drained dry and tortured to death. He turned out to be nothing like what I expected. He built me a villa with good light. Every morning before dawn he went out to the garden and picked flowers still wet with dew, and left them by my pillow. When his family ordered him to kill me, he gave up five hundred years of glory for my sake. He surrendered his power, his title, his castle. He traded everything he had to keep me safe, and in the end he ran with me, away from the whole vampire world. But there was a curse in my blood. Every time I let myself feel something for him, it punished me, gnawing my heart to pieces one inch at a time. So all I could do was call him useless, force him to buy me jewelry, drive him away from my bed, and humiliate him every way I knew how. He ended up living in the garage, hauling cargo to survive, supporting a spoiled, vicious wife who treated him like dirt. One night I crept into his little partition and pulled back his collar. There was a burn the length of my hand, gotten from hauling freight day and night just to buy me a gift. I hid in the bathroom and ran the tap to cover the sound of crying. Dabbing ointment on the wound, sniffling, I asked the thing in my blood: "Curse. When is he finally going to hate me and leave?" The curse looked at the back of his hand, wet where my tears had fallen, then at the faint tremor of his lashes, and sighed. He's going to love you for the rest of his life.

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☆Glimpse☆ "Just forget whatever happened between us in these day's and burying it all move on in your life. I don't think whatever happened had any meaning or name but a mere mistake. Get back in your life and be happy with your fiance while I'll get back in my life as well. Bye!!", he read the letter and blood draws in his eyes. Never ever did he thought the beautiful dream he always fascinated and wished to be true will be nothing for her. She like a piece of tissue paper used me, played with my emotions, gave me hundreds of reasons to live and now asks to move on. Am I a bloody joke? Or my love is? "No... I won't let this happen. I won't let you move on so easily and forget whatever happened between us. You are mine and you need to know that. You can't get away from me so easily after all this!", he oaths. ____________________ I loved him from the time I was a teen and today when I have this opportunity to confess it I made it look like nothing. I named it as 'Nothing but a mistake' and now it's piercing my heart out. I can't even imagine a day without looking at him or taking his name but I asked him to stay away and move on. The letter I wrote was just to make things easy for him and I hope he does so. But still I wish a little in my heart that he doesn't and comes back to me, running in my arms. . . . ******** It's a story of two forbidden lover's, who are dying to be together but are bound in their own boundaries.