Genres : Contemporary

A Marriage of Convenience. A War of Obsession. Avra Vitalis never expected to walk into her family’s stolen empire dressed as a bride—but this isn’t a union of love. It's a declaration of war. Her husband, Elias Xenos, is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously possessive—the heir to the family who destroyed hers. He views Avra not merely as a pawn, but as a prize he's determined to claim. Yet behind their bitter rivalry burns a forbidden attraction too intense to deny....

The Naughty List is real. This year, I’m on it. Vladimir Angeloff. Cold. Calculated. A silver-haired devil. He commands killers like chess pieces. I thought I was just his assistant. Until I found the list. Names. Dates. Payment codes. Every target scheduled for death before Christmas. And at the bottom… was mine. I was supposed to disappear. Until he made a deal. My life—purchased with sin. Paid for in complete submission. He claims it’s to keep me safe. But the...

I was supposed to marry the perfect man. Instead, he called me fat and undesirable... with screenshots for millions to see. Too bad for him, his three best men couldn’t disagree more. When my ex posts our breakup online, the internet catches fire. I turn off my phone and pray the earth swallows me whole. But then they step in. August. Dominic. Theo. The ex–tennis god with a slow smile that ruins women. The ruthless CEO who plays dirtier than...

Falling for your new boss is a bad idea. Getting pregnant by him? Even worse. Especially when he runs the Bratva. He saved me from a creep at the bar, then handed me his business card. Damien Morozov. Impossibly rich. Impeccably controlled. The kind of man whose world should never collide with mine. So imagine my shock when I walk into my new job… and find him behind the desk. The man I thought I’d never see again. I thought...

She’s my assistant. Off-limits. Entirely untouchable. Until the night I catch her slipping into my den of pleasure. At the office, Jenna’s a professional hellraiser. Sharp tongue. No fear. Always testing the thin line of my control. But the second she steps into my underground sex club— masked, dripping in sinful curves, and drawing every filthy stare in the room— I f*cking break. She’s mine to ruin. One night should’ve been enough. It wasn’t. She has no idea the man...

My bestie swore it was a self-care gift. She failed to mention it was anatomically correct, eight inches long... And accidentally set to “turbo jackhammer mode.” I open a package on my front porch, And find a dildo buzzing to life in my hands! I panic and fling it across the yard like a live grenade - just as my neighbors step out. Mid-coffee sip - frozen as my gift lands at their feet, vibrating against their garden gnome. FML....

He doesn’t know his heir grows inside me. And now he’s about to marry my cousin. I’m fastening her wedding gown when the door swings open. Her fiancé steps inside— and my heart stops. Alexei Plushenko. The dark prince who once saved my life… and then wrecked me with a single night of ruthless pleasure. No names. No promises. Just his touch, scorching me until I was ruined for anyone else. By morning, I pulled a Cinderella and vanished. Now...

What’s the best way to mourn your dead fiancé? By marrying his dad, of course… I thought he was just the silver fox stranger… Who ravaged me for one night. How was I supposed to know he’s my ex’s father… Or that I was about to become his wife? But Alaric Moretti is the devil himself. And all thanks to a clause in my ex’s will… Now he’s my devoted husband. But I’m not only marrying the devil… I’m carrying...

How do I know that my boss is obsessed with me? He nearly killed a man for touching me. When a dirt bag traps me in an elevator... I slap him out of fear. The doors open. Anatoly walks in and sees the look on my face… Hits the emergency stop. Cracks his knuckles. “Apologize to her… or I teach you respect in twelve floors.” Now the creep is gone. But my nightmare’s just beginning. Anatoly Ovechkin isn’t just my...

I texted the wrong number. He texted back. Now the Bratva owns me. It was supposed to be a rant to the date who stood me up. Instead, I got Sergei Volkov. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The kind of man you don’t say no to. He took me to dinner. Then took me apart in bed. No names. No strings. Just the best night of my life. I never expected to see him again... Until he walked into my ER— While...