Aeris Noir was sent to Sicily to be silenced. But Massimo Vitale doesn't believe in quiet girls. He takes her in like a storm. Cages her in gold. She's the enemy's daughter-he should have destroyed her. Instead, he gives her a bed. A gun. A reason to look him in the eye. Now there are no rules. No saints. Just two people dancing on the edge of ruin, lust, and bullets. And in Sicily, nothing stays untouched for long.

He married her to claim her heart... He stayed to feed on her soul - and her milk. Anaya never expected her life to become a storm of silk sheets, locked doors, and a man who worships her body like a sacred temple. After giving birth to their child, she thought the hardest part would be adjusting to motherhood. She was wrong. Because her husband, Veer Singh Rathore - billionaire CEO, secret royalty, and dangerously dominant - is obsessed with her. Not just her curves or her scent... but her breast milk. What began as a moment of weakness turns into a ritual of desire. Veer feeds from her, pleasures her, punishes her, and praises her in ways no man ever should. And Anaya? She begins to crave it just as madly. But when love turns into possession, and obsession becomes holy... How far will she go to feed a man who drinks her like salvation? A dark romance full of red flags, raw passion, emotional chaos, and sensual milkplay. This is not your typical love story. This is CRAVE.

Thrown out and bashed by her own family, April Rutter was among the only wolves who couldn't shift nor held any powers. Mocked by male wolves and abused by female wolves, April believed it was in her destiny to be nothing more until someone else took charge of her destiny, Alpha Nicholas, the strongest and the cruelest leader of werewolves. Nicholas spent his mornings strategizing plans to take over the world and he spent his evening's taking down packs, killing werewolves and alpha's from all around the world. So what happened when he made his way into Moonlight Ash pack and killed nearly everyone? Havoc.

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Milan, a successful lash tech in Atlanta, meets Saint, a man serving time in prison, through a random TikTok Live.

Never speak unless spoken to. Never look into his eyes. Never step out of line. Never speak his name. Never turn your back to him. And most of all...never talk about past Luna in front of him. Why? Because he killed his Luna, so the rumors say. <><> Book Two of the Broken Crown Series "I've read this book multiple times and I still can't get over the hauntingly beautiful story created" -imalollipop21 "Always a range of motion brought out which makes the reader feel like they are in the story and experiencing these emotions of hate and love" -EveeeS3 DISCLAIMER: This book contains mature content. Language, sexual context, gore, instances of rape, and and other dark elements.

His hands went through her hair slowly, grabbing it softly as he whispers "Mine." The two of them were standing in the rain outside the gas station. Soon later, the guy was gone in a flash without leaving any signs behind. *** (Non-Edited) All Rights Reserved Date Started: December 6, 2015 Date Ended: March 16, 2016

"Tell me, who do you belong to?" Ivan stood before Jeremiah, ignoring his hands that grasped at his waist. Clinging onto his body desperately and just from holding him he got some sort of relief, but it wouldn't last. The torment of Ivan's increasing scent flooded the room just to mess with him. Like he always did. "You, I belong to you." "And who do I belong to?" "Nobody." "And what am I to you?" Jeremiah groaned in frustration because the torment was becoming unbearable. He didn't know much longer he could take of this. They've already been set in this marriage for three years, and yet Ivan still hated him. Still treated him this way... "You're...my Omega, and I'm just the Alpha. You dominate me because you're the Alpha in this relationship." Jeremiah makes clear loudly as Ivan began to smile. Shoving him onto his back, he straddled his lap. "Ivan please, I need-." "Beg for me." Ivan demands. His hand gripping Jeremiah's face, smirking at his predicament. He was the Alpha in the relationship, even if he was an Omega, not Jeremiah. And that's how it would always be. No matter what. "Do it." *** Jeremiah x Ivan Alpha-SUB x Omega-DOM

"Some dreams are too powerful to stay asleep." Ashlyn lived an ordinary life... until dreams started bleeding into reality - whispers of a forgotten realm, fragments of a war she never remembered fighting, and a face she was told to fear. Now, hunted by a cruel king who swears she was never meant to exist, Ashlyn must unravel a truth buried deep within her - a truth that could tear her apart or make her the only hope Estelle has left. But in a world where memories lie and power comes at a price... What if the greatest threat to everything is the secret inside her own heart? Magic. Memory. Betrayal. Hope. A breathtaking fantasy about choosing who you are - even when the world says you were never real to begin with.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)