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In December at the end of her Jr. year of high school Breanna's mom tells her that they will be moving into her boyfriend's house, she didn't know her mom's boyfriend had son, let alone one her age and once she moved in her life turned upside down.

Dominique, the CEO of the biggest company of weapons in the world, finds the most beautiful woman locked in a abandoned lab in the woods. Where experiments were held, trials of the most powerful were done.The moment he saw her pale, fragile body, he took her with him. Never did he expect to find a beautiful specimen locked away since years ago. But little did he know that she was a being that no one was supposed to know of.The girl with the white hair, who held the power to bring light to the world, will spin the CEO’s life forever. The moment her eyes open, his heart and mind will be taken over by her mere existence.................................................................................................................................................................................Follow the most fear and respected CEO as he tries to not only fight his enemies off, but fights the love that he has for the Goddess of the Diamond!

A cold chill spread through his body. He was called the most powerful, lethal weapon. A mere girl had the power to distract him. He should have been careful as she was going to live here. He couldn't ignore what was his, " You'll be mine, soon. It's your right the day you are born. ' he whispered and left her alone, thinking over it. ' She's raised as a human. She's human. She won't fall for a beast. '

Losing her mate to the vampires takes a turmoil on Peyton Barlowe, and things get worse when no one from her pack believes her because she's nothing but a mere omega. Instead, she gets accused of her mate's death even when she made it known that he got killed because he discovered the vampires' secret. She runs away before a judgment is being passed on, moves into a new town, and hides from the towns' werewolves, scared her smell would sell her out as a rogue. But what she doesn't expect is to save the life of an injured unconscious man who she found outside her doorstep. And when Peyton returns the next day from job hunting, she finds the stranger gone. Afterward, she's dragged out of her apartment by the towns' werewolves and charged for trespassing because she's a rogue and they're scared she'd wreak havoc in their pack. Killian, the cold, ruthless Alpha of the Blue Wave pack goes to the pack's council to oversee the interrogation and immediately recognizes Peyton as his mate, even her scent sells her out as the person who saved him. He doesn't settle with the idea of getting a mate, but he saves Peyton on one condition. She's to be his slave.

Rowan Priest is known by all feared by all. The mere frown on his face causes grown men to pee their pants. Grace Wilson a sweet, innocent twenty-one year old girl sold by her parents to pay for their debt. Rowan buys Grace from the Auction house. But what does he plan to do with her once he has her?

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Seojin, an SS-rank Esper, is the golden retriever type—kind, powerful, and fiercely independent. But there's one thing he's sure of: he doesn't need a Guide, especially not a male one. Haunted by a traumatic childhood experience, Seojin has spent his life pushing away anything that might tie him down, particularly 'Guides'. He’s convinced he’s straight, and the mere idea of bonding with a male Guide is something he refuses to consider. Minseok, a mischievous and dominant S-rank Guide, notorious for his ability to tame even the strongest Espers. He has always been desired, pursued relentlessly by Espers who craves his touch. But none of them interest him—until he meets Seojin, the one Esper who dares to reject him outright. To Minseok, this isn't just about power anymore—Seojin’s resistance becomes an irresistible challenge. For the first time, an Esper he sees as different has the audacity to turn him away, and Minseok is determined to claim him by any means necessary. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more dangerous: a burning desire, undeniable attraction that neither can ignore. Enemies on the surface, Seojin and Minseok find themselves drawn together by a bond stronger than either expected. As their disdain/obsession towards each other turns into passion, they must confront their deepest fears and desires—because in the end, they might just be exactly what the other needs.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

Anthony Carter became the boss of ruthless Mafia who did all the dirty work in the city of Rome, after the woman he loved rejected him in front if the crowd and tore his self respect into pieces. Dejection was not in his dictionary so he did the opposite. Revenge, and making her pay for it. All the time he thought he was in love with her and wanted her. But it was just his obsession with her, a mere infatuation. How will she react when he'll recognize him? And what will she do after she'll realize that she was just a muse for his filthy revenge?

MANAGING MAGES: Hawk had been tormenting me as long as I could remember. I was a young mage and my power was still growing. But they thrust me under his watch in the service to our Warlord. And damn him for enjoying every moment he can torment me. Every time I think my power strong enough to challenge him, he finds new ways to torture me. He's told me that I'm his little prey and he'll be kinder when I succumb to him but I've vowed to never let the overbearing, insufferable cad put a hand on my bare skin. It's a battle of wills and wits. He may be more clever but I'm certainly more stubborn! But one thing I've learned about Hawk, never underestimate his conniving...I should've known better than to challenge him. After all, he's made a name for himself by his skill in Managing Mages. But beyond him there is an even bigger problem. Warlord: The Commander of the Mage's Guild. A ruthless killer who leaves a dark mist in his wake. Escaping the Mage's Guild would mean challenging Warlord himself. A dangerous endeavor. WARLORD'S WARD He came into our village like a shadow. A Dark Mage with the most powerful magic in all the realm. King Detry merely calls him Warlord. And he owns that title. Leaving wreckage in his wake. But for me, he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise. As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience. Anything he wants of me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand. His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it.