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Future Alpha Wesley Stone's teacher assigns his class a pen pal project with a class located in another state. The young Alpha soon finds himself forming a close snail mail friendship with a young, orphaned human girl, Haven Kenway. Over time, they lose touch, but neither forgets the other. Years pass, and Haven now lives in one of the towns near Wesley's pack. When they finally meet in person, sparks fly, and neither can resist the attraction they feel for each other. As secrets about Haven's identity are revealed, Haven and Wesley must journey to unravel the truth about who she really is, and Wesley must protect her from those who wish to use her. *Please note this book is intended for 18+. The book deals with real life issues of childhood trauma, substance abuse, neglect, hospitalization, and will have graphic scenes of violence and descriptive sex scenes, as well as adult language*

This book is authored by Dripping Creativity. “Stay away, stay away from me, stay away,” she shouted, over and over. She kept shouting even though it seemed she had run out of things to throw. Zane was more than a little interested in knowing exactly what was going on. But he couldn’t focus with the woman making a ruckus. “Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent and he saw tears start to fill her eyes, her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman. “And your name is?” he asked. “Ava,” she told him in a thin voice. “Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought. “You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the huge honcho, the Al Capone of the modern world. Ava felt her panicked brain spin out of control. Trigger warnings: Talk about SA Body image issues Light BDSM Descriptive descriptions of assaults Self harm Harsh language

WARNING ⚠️- This book contains descriptive sex/violent scenes. “Princess, beg me to fuck you or I’ll have no other choice than to cuff your hands and torture you with these sex toys till you are willing to learn how to politely ask for my dick,” Rey Lorde whispered into the ears of his horny driven boss’s daughter. “Point of order, my name is Amelia Voltez,” the words rolled out of her plump lips. “Secondly, I am paying you for the pleasure. If you are not interested, then I will have to find some other guy to… Before she could complete her words, he pushed her to the wall, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist. Bending his head, he whispered into her ears, “you know better than to do that. I will not think twice before chopping off the fingers of whoever dares to touch what belongs to me.” ** Rey Lorde, an underground mafia lord, falls in love with Amelia Voltez but has no way of getting close to her. When he hears that her father needs a bodyguard for her, he immediately jumps on the offer, pretending to be a common man. Ruthlessly, he cuts off the eyes, head, fingers or legs of any man who dares stare at Amelia or be in close proximity to her.

Flora never imagined her fairytale would turn into a nightmare. Married to Jayden Kensington, the cold and unfaithful heir to the Kensington empire, Flora endured humiliation and heartbreak, all while secretly loving the man who shattered her confidence. Fed up with the constant mistreatment from Jayden and his ruthless family, Flora finally asked for a divorce. Jayden didn't believe that his humble and good wife could ever ask for a divorce. He had thought Flora could never find the courage to leave him. But he realized how perfect Flora had been for him when she left. He was going to do anything in his power to win her back. But was Flora ready to be won back after tasting a life of freedom? Will she return to the man who once broke her, or take a chance on a love that defies all odds? WARNING: This story contains highly descriptive sexual content and explores themes of age gap, domination, submission, BDSM, and praise. All characters in this book are of age, and every sexual activity is consensual. Subsequent chapters may not include additional trigger warnings, so please consider this your warning. Also, our Fl was weak in the beginning, but who wouldn't be after so many years of being told you are never good enough? But there will be a lot of character development for her. This is a work of fiction and doesn't in any way depict my real-life view of things. If you read anything that makes you want to hurl your phone across the room, please throw it at the character, not the author. Thank you.

"I want you to fuck me," I blurted out and watched his eyes widen. Shaun didn't expect that from me..... Warning️️️ This book contains high and descriptive sexual content, dark romance, and triggering scenes. Recommended for 18+ read at your discretion. Lindsay is trapped in an abusive Marriage. Her husband, Asher Marco is a religious hypocrite who relishes making her life a living hell. After Asher succeeds in getting her fired from her job, she gets furious and leaves the house that night. She goes to a bar where she meets with Shaun Marco, a mafia lord. Being drunk, she goes home with this handsome Greek God. As an upright woman, she isn't supposed to cheat oneher husband, but she damns all consequences and fucks this man. What happens when Shaun offers her a contract to have sex with him for a year without the knowledge of her being a married woman? And will her protective husband, Asher find out about this entanglement? Well, find out in this story........

Marco - The Don of the Cosa Nostra, cold, heartless and shielded, let's no one in. Conceals his pain. He is engaged to Roxy, for business. With no love or chemistry between them, their marriage is set to be nothing more than business. Lucia - An ordinary woman, with nothing special about her, or so she believes. She runs on emotions. Suffering from anxiety attacks and crazy moments. She's the complete opposite of Marco. Like him, she is engaged, only it's forced on her. Lucia - Life was great until a year ago, I had just been told about my mother's death to watch the love of my life and sister shot before my eyes. The loving father I once had, now cold, calculated, sells me. My newest boyfriend's last quest for me leaves me facing Marco - The Don. I won't go down without a fight. Keeping me captive in his great fortress, I can't escape. What I thought was my life, crumbled down when I found out the secrets my family had hidden. Even Marco couldn't comprehend how deep into the Cosa Nostra I have been since the day I was born. Marco - I knew it was a mistake taking her home, and keeping her hostage until I uncovered the truth. That mistake led to me feeling. It led me to want her like I had never wanted anyone else before. She ripped me open and pulled the feelings free I had buried and tried hiding throughout my life. She just walked in, blew up my life and said, deal with it. Like emotion isn't a weakness. PLEASE BE AWARE. Do not read if you are sensitive to the TW topics. This is one of my most open, raw, and descriptive books. It isn't often it fades to black.

⚠️ Warning: descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, sex. control, manipulation. He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?" I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't." He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings. He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore." Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.