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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]

18+ Adult Erotica. Reflective, hot and intense sexual relationships. Short stories full of kinky surprises. Warning: the following stories contain thoughtful, sexually explicit adult material. Reading these stories means you are an adult in your nation of viewing. You are responsible, so please don’t share these stories with anyone under the age of consent. These stories are for personal reading. They are fictitious situations for adult pleasure. Enjoy responsibly.

Blue, a nine-hundred-year-old vampire, has spent centuries searching for something he was told could never exist for his kind—a mate. While vampires are believed to be incapable of forming true fated bonds, Blue refuses to let go of the possibility, especially after witnessing his werewolf family find theirs. The absence of such a connection leaves a quiet but persistent emptiness in him, one that drives his relentless search across the centuries. Everything changes when Blue senses the unmistakable pull of a bond in a small town high school. There, he finds Mason Carter—his mate. However, the discovery comes with an immediate and troubling complication: Mason is only thirteen years old. Unwilling to interfere in Mason’s life too soon, Blue chooses to remain in the shadows. For years, he watches over him from a distance, ensuring his safety while suppressing his own desire to step in. As time passes, Blue becomes intimately aware of Mason’s life—his quiet nature, his insecurities, and the emotional damage inflicted by those around him. Mason grows up in an environment devoid of support. At school, his best friend Caleb slowly destroys his confidence, reinforcing feelings of worthlessness and shame, particularly surrounding his sexuality. At home, Mason faces emotional neglect and a lack of acceptance, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. Over time, the weight of these experiences erodes his self-worth. By the time Mason turns eighteen, Blue is still holding himself back, determined to respect the boundaries he set. However, Mason’s situation worsens. His internal struggles deepen, and his belief that he is unlovable becomes firmly rooted. The turning point comes when Mason gathers the courage to confess his feelings to Caleb, only to be cruelly rejected and humiliated. Witnessing this breaks the last of Blue’s restraint. The years of watching, waiting, and enduring Mason’s suffering become unbearable. Driven by both love and long-suppressed possessiveness, Blue finally steps out of the shadows. He inserts himself into Mason’s life, determined to protect him, support him, and undo the damage that has been done. As Blue claims his place beside his mate, he also sets his sights on those who hurt him. What begins as protection quickly blurs into something darker, as Blue’s centuries of patience give way to a more ruthless side. Those who contributed to Mason’s pain must now face the consequences.

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

Before her mother's death, Ivy and David had a cordial but somewhat distant relationship. David had always been kind and supportive, but he never tried to replace her father. After her mother's death, Ivy took over that role, taking on responsibilities she wasn't prepared for. David became her confidant, her protector, and her support. Ivy, in turn, felt grateful to him, but also resentful for disturbing her family. She blamed David, subconsciously, for her mother's death. It was David who had insisted they go on the trip, the one on which the accident occurred. As time passed, that resentment began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dependence. She realized that David was truly suffering, that he was as lost and heartbroken as she was. She began to see him as a fellow victim, a kindred spirit. Their shared grief brought them closer together, creating a bond of empathy and understanding. They began spending more time together, talking for hours about their feelings, sharing memories of their mother. They found comfort in each other's presence, a sense of calm they couldn't find anywhere else. But beneath the surface of their emotional connection, a forbidden attraction began to simmer. Ivy began to notice David's physical allure—his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his kind eyes. David, in turn, felt drawn to Ivy's youthful, innocent beauty, her radiant energy, and her captivating smile. He tried to suppress his desires, reminding himself that she was his stepdaughter, that their relationship was inappropriate and immoral. But the more he fought, the stronger his feelings became. He found himself stealing glances at her, admiring her from afar, fantasizing about touching her, engaging in sexual encounters around the house. Ivy also struggled with her own forbidden desires. She knew she shouldn't be attracted to David, that it was wrong on every level. But she couldn't help but feel a longing, a desire for his touch, his embrace, his kiss, his touch. The late afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, casting long shadows on the floor.

‘’Fuck, Vivi.’’ Roman cursed under his breath, his pupil dilating as he inched closer to me. ‘’Look at me.’’ He commanded, gripping my chin upwards till I was staring into his ocean blue eyes, my vision blurry. ‘’Roman I—‘’ A sharp gasp escaped my lips as Maddox hand slid into my opening. I moaned, arching my chest forward as Cassian and Rhys each took my boobs in their mouth, licking, suckling and biting at the tip of my nipples. My breath hung in my throat, my body trembling uncontrollably. Roman’s lips were suddenly on my ear, his breath fanning my neck. ‘’Say it, Vivi.’’ I shut my eyes tight, shame, embarrassment and desperation clawing at my chest. ‘’Say it.’’ Roman pressed. ‘’Say—‘’ ‘’Fuck me!’’ I blurted out, my voice barely a whisper. ‘’I want to be fucked by all four of you, Please…’’ ————— Vivienne Thorne thought sexual deprivation was the worst her marriage could offer. Then her husband, Alpha Roman Thorne, demanded an open marriage. When she refused, he brought in his triplet brothers. Overbearing. Infuriating. Impossible to ignore. She hates them to the core. Unfortunately, her body doesn’t. Every glance, every brush of skin, sends heat she can’t control. But the Crescent Moon Pack is under attack, and the Moon Goddess has other plans. Vivienne is about to learn why she was made Luna and why resisting the Thorne brothers might cost her everything.

Owned In The Shadows (The Kallias Dynasty - Book 1): A Forbidden Best Friend's Dad Age-Gap Romance An elite, high-angst MM billionaire age-gap romance about past obsessions, dangerous secrets, and the line between protection and possession. Book 1 of The Kallias Dynasty Three years ago on the Spanish coast, a single night altered the trajectory of two lives. For Hero, penniless and drowning in the wreckage of his late father’s debts, the enigmatic stranger on the luxury yacht was an escape—a temporary reprieve from a crushing reality. For Maximilian Kallias, a shipping magnate who built an empire on cold precision and ruthless control, the quiet, captivating boy was a rare, dangerous lapse in judgment. Before the sun rose over Puerto Banús, Maximilian vanished, leaving Hero with nothing but a phantom memory and a quiet ache that time couldn't dull. Now twenty-two and rebuilding his life on a scholarship, Hero believes the past is buried. When his closest friend, Elias, invites him to spend the summer at the Kallias family’s private estate in the Hamptons, it feels like a glimpse into a world Hero was never meant to inhabit. Then a brutal coastal storm strays him off course, stranding him before he reaches the gates. And the man who steps out of the shadow to pull him from the deluge isn't a stranger. It’s Maximilian. Powerful, possessive, and wearing a platinum wedding band, the billionaire head of the Kallias empire isn't just Hero’s elusive host. He is his best friend's father—and the man who took his heart three years ago. Trapped together as state authorities shut down the roads, the forced proximity pulls old embers into a suffocating fire. To Maximilian, coincidences do not exist; suspicious of Hero's sudden presence in his son's life, his instinct is to protect his family at all costs. Yet the intense, dark gravity pulling him toward Hero remains untouched by time. Bound by duty, separated by age and wealth, and hunted by the secrets they keep, staying apart is the only logical choice. But in the quiet isolation of the storm, logic is the first thing to burn. OWNED IN THE SHADOWS is Book 1 of The Kallias Dynasty series. It is an ongoing sequential story featuring Hero and Maximilian. Their journey begins here and continues in Part 2. Intended for mature readers.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.] "Fuck, still so tight." That's the first thing I hear after dying. Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it. I have objections, so many objections. My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me. I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK??? By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you. It gets so much worse when I learn his name. Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking.. "Round two?" And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.

Julie Madrigal was a mother of two children. Once she was legally separated from her ex-husband, she went to the only place she felt safe. The Scottish Highlands. Then again, she had only seen the place in books and videos, but the land called to her. And she wasn't expecting love. Duncan McLaren was the current Laird of the land. He was charming, helpful, and the epitome of a perfect man. Yet he hides a secret that would destroy the very thing he hold dear to his heart. Meeting Julie was kismet and he would gladly give up everything to be with her and the kids. But will love be enough to keep her? Or will the past destroy everything?

Seraphine Elion was raised to follow duty; born to a bloodline of soldiers whose loyalty ran deeper than love. Callum Virell was groomed for power, heir to the wealthiest business empire in the country. Their fathers as sworn siblings, they promised each other's child in a marriage neither wanted. Six years ago, Sera broke the engagement to pursue love on her own terms. But fate has a cruel sense of irony—when Callum kneels to propose to another, it's Sera who stands before him instead. Bound by family expectations and unspoken histories, the two enter a marriage built on silence, bruised pride, and buried wounds. As Callum clings to memories of his first love, Dahlia, and loses himself in long nights of alcohol and smoke, Sera fights to hold the crumbling pieces together—not just for duty, but for something dangerously close to love. But Sera is not the same woman who once walked away. She’s stronger now. Fiercer. And she’s not here to beg for affection—she’s here to claim the man who was once promised to her. In a world where legacy trumps choice, and desire simmers beneath cold glances and quiet dinners, can two broken souls find something real in a marriage neither chose?

Synopsis. Two Lycan Princes. One dragon Princess. One brother holds her like she's breakable. The other fucks her like she is not. They have the same face. And She has no idea which one she's falling for. ** We heard it. A knock on the door. "Tilly Ann!" Fuck, it was my brother Kessington. "Tilly Ann!" My eyes darted to the man in between my legs, his eyes dancing with mischief. Oh no! Don't you dare play another game right now, Chase Dubois! "Tilly Ann! I heard screams. Are you alright? I'm coming inside." Chase smiled and licked my pussy. "A threesome. I have never fucked a brother and a sister at the same time before…" I covered his mouth with my palm and when he fought me, I tightened my thighs around his neck and squeezed. "I'm so fucking turned on right now..." I tightened my hold, choking him to silence as Kessington started to push the door open. "Tilly?" "Fuck off, Kessington. It's just a bug and I'm not decent!" I yelled at the door. A pause. Long enough that my heart stopped. Then: "You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing in there, Tilly Ann. Mama will kill you. And then me, for not stopping it." "I'm NOT!" I shrieked. I had no patience to decipher what exactly I wasn't supposed to be doing "Go away!" I heard retreating footsteps and once again I was left with the man between my legs. I released him. He looked at me, grinning despite the red marks on his neck. "Have you considered being tied up during our session, darling? Choke me again and I will tie you up." I leaned in. Like I was going to whisper something sweet, and when he was hooked, I whispered. "Get out" Every part of me protested. He rested his forehead against my trembling thigh for a moment, his breathing ragged. And out of control. "Sweetheart. You are killing me." He stood regardless, pulling me gently against himself. Stroking my back. "Okay. Until next time, Winchester," he whispered, his voice rough with want He kissed my temple. Then he leaned in to whisper "Next time, I will use my cock. You are going to love it, won't you, Tilly Ann?" I leaned in, a little smile playing on my lips to whisper. "Get out… Chase Dubois. There's no next time. I don't want your cock or you" He smiled back, walking towards the door. "You will, Winchester." He opened the door. "You will." --- This is a steamy, twist-filled romantasy for readers who love enemies to lovers, mistaken identity, and falling for the wrong twin.

[18+] Ardiana Raya, an amateur novelist who just graduated from a prestigious college in Indonesia, suddenly reincarnated into the world of "The Empire of Mangata". Which is the most famous novel in the world. After eight years living in that world, she finally realized that she was the strongest villainess in the novel. Knowing how bad the ending was for her, she determined herself to survive without making any mistake. But, could she do it? *.*.*.* Cover by Hanacchan [Instagram : @/hna_582] ( Read the tags before you start reading this story :v )

"Are you lonely?" "Sometimes. Yes." We didn't speak after that. Too much stuff was said. His words was heavy like the cake. And like the crashed car. And Mr Bennett's stupid Olympiad. ... Things go a muck when Poppy Grace meets Harley. The not so typical boy-next-door. He's named after a t-shirt and has a dad who isn't really his dad. And knows a lot about everything. He's normal. But, Poppy isn't. Except, maybe they're not so different after all.

She's twenty-two-years-old. This is the most important things about her. In her twenties, she's supposed to be in the prime of her life. Graduated from university. Starting her first corporate job. Meeting the love of her life and getting married. That's what she was told would happen. On the contrary, she's just an ordinary woman. She's still in university after taking two gap years. She's never been to a job interview. And she's never been in a proper relationship. Never mind meeting the love of her life! No one told her how lonely and confusing her twenties would be. That she'd want things and be told that she's too old to still have her heads in the clouds. Written in first-person and in a diaristic perspective, this is the honest thoughts of a depraved twenty-two-year-old. A child stuck in the body of an adult. K-pop obsessed. Socially awkward introvert. Insatiable appetite for things she cannot have. Follow along while she dissects the happenings in her day to day. P.S. Don't expect any of this to be coherent or make any sense.

Jade, a bold and sassy girl from a modest background, meets the enigmatic and prestigious CEO, *Daniel Ooman*, heir to the powerful Ooman family, during a lavish ceremony — as a mere server. She thinks it’s a one-time encounter… until fate brings them face-to-face again under unusual circumstances. But this time, something happens — a brief touch, a strange shift in energy — and the next morning, Daniel shows up at her door… *asking for her hand in marriage.* Strange, right? Especially with the whispers that follow Daniel everywhere —that he never stays past midnight at any event, that he made a deal with the devil, or worse… that he's cursed. What Jade doesn’t know is that ,she’s the key to his forgotten past… and maybe his only hope for a future

A journalist faces threats towards his family forcing him to dive into a dangerous mission of money laundering, drug and human trafficking. Torn between embracing a criminal life or fleeing away and never look back, he must make a choice.

I've never been the one to believe in the word 'love', but like any novel lover out there, I dreamt of a love so fierce and earth shattering that it felt like a dream. They say love is giving someone the power to totally destroy you and trusting them not to. That love is a risk, but I on the other hand, I believe that  when the person is 'the one', it doesn't feel like you're talking a risk, it feels normal, like you're doing the right thing. I've always liked the idea of love as a game. I knew I was self confident when I needed to be so I enjoyed flirting. I always thought I could never have "boy problem", that I had bigger issue than worrying if a certain boy liked me or nonsense like that, but with him it was never intentional. Then again that's what love does, it takes you by surprise. That was why when he placed his head gently on my lap, at what seemed like the end of our lives and said, "tell me a story..." I told him about a girl, who had a prince that was never meant to be hers. I told him about a boy who never wanted a princess but he got one anyway. I told him about the love I never knew, but had hoped it existed. I told him about us, hoping that he'd fight. But did he?...

Prosper is a secret agent who finds out that his husband has been living a double life as a villain. The dreaded emperor of the underground. A conflict between morals and family ensues after Engel's imprisonment. But what becomes of the Darkbourne family when the world decides to turn against them as the system breaks down? The world they once knew rapidly sinks into chaos as the supernatural and mankind return to an old world order, when they were once at war.