(18+) Phoenix Rose lived her entire life hiding the fact that she is an omega. As an omega, she was born into this world with her life already mapped out. Alphas could do anything they wanted, work for whoever they wanted. Betas usually followed behind, as assistants to alphas or secretaries. But omegas... Omegas are nothing better than servants.

Being the crowned princess of Dahlia, Emmeline is all too aware that politics and love don't go together. She's never had trouble keeping her heart locked up, but now things are changing. Her best friends: the rugged guard, Ajax, and her charming advisor Damien have just announced the biggest bomb. They're together, and they want her too. With a complicated polyamorous relationship, a kingdom on the brink of collapse and assassination attempts, how will these three hearts manage to cling together with every force threatening to tear them apart?

The Ring of Cren is entrusted to Princess Anastasia after her father and brothers die at war. She is the last Ice Seer. She must be protected and obeyed at all costs. The only problem is in the Cren Kingdom, women are seen and not heard... but she is the last of her unique blood, so everyone must adjust. Women are owned once they're married, and they have no business in warfare. Now she has to rule every thing she's not meant to be a part of - and to top it off, she has to deal with the Crows, Damion, Axe, Rurx and Krystoph. They're her knights and protectors. They'll defend her - but they also plan on owning her too. EROTICA, REVERSE HAREM, BDSM, DARK FANTASY

When Mia Sutherland finds herself incomprehensibly attracted to her new boss, she gets more than what she bargained for. Not only does she discover the world of beasts living amongst humans, but also learns that she is a pre-destined mate to five brothers! As she struggles to navigate her new life, she uncovers truths about her own existence that were perhaps better left buried. WARNING - The story contains explicit content and is best suited for mature audiences (18+). The story has themes of violence, explicit sex, mature language, rape, abuse, self-harm, miscarriage and gore. There will be no additional warnings provided in the book. So please bear that in mind before continuing. Note: No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission. This includes photocopying, recording, posting on another platform, information storage or retrieval. This book is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only.

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.