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No Roses Left to Burn
26.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
The Mafia Boss’s Secret Lover
28.0K·Z·NyraFor ten years, I was his secret—never his choice. On the night of the explosion, he carried another woman to safety. And me? He kicked me straight into the fire. He thought I died, then proposed to her in a hospital room. But he has no idea—what didn’t kill me is coming back to destroy him. When I return, even on his knees, he’ll never win me back.
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
119.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
19.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
Wild Jasmine Waits for No Full Moon
18.0K·RandA month before I was set to become Vincent Moretti's Luna, he told me he was going to have a child with another she-wolf. I refused, but he brought it up constantly for an entire month. Two weeks before the mating ceremony, I received a photo. In the photo, Seraphina Rossi rested her hand on her abdomen. Beneath her skin, a faint golden glow shimmered—the unmistakable mark of an Alpha heir taking root. Her caption read: "Three weeks. Your Alpha chose me." It was then I realized that when Vincent first "asked" for my consent, Seraphina had already been pregnant. My inner wolf howled in agony. He had never planned to ask me at all. I did three things: I canceled the mating ceremony, cleared out our love nest, and accepted the Elder Council's secret project. On the day I was supposed to stand beneath the moonlight and be marked as his mate, I walked into the Nevada Desert's hidden laboratory. From that day forward, Vincent Moretti and I had nothing to do with each other.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
8.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
8.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Mate He Didn’t Deserve
7.0K·Z·NyraMy mother was bitten—later I found out it wasn’t a dog but a mixed-blood Wolfguard owned by my husband Lucien’s mistress. When I called him, he was on vacation with her, their scents bonded in a way only wolves could notice. I begged him to come back, but he brushed me off, defending her and claiming the Wolfguard “didn’t mean it.” Four hours later, the hospital told me my mother was gone—while Lucien posted a photo kissing his mistress, her fresh wolf-mark glowing on her neck. That was the moment I realized it wasn’t the Wolfguard that should’ve died—it was the five years I’d wasted on him. Through tears, I finally called the man I’d avoided for fifteen years: my father, Vincent Carver, the Alpha no one in New York dared to cross.
A Mafia Wife Does Not Forgive
8.0K·Z·NyraI never imagined my husband would let another woman touch the oath scar that only a wife is allowed to reach. When she leaned into him at the family dinner and bragged about “their secret night,” he actually smiled—and defended her. That was the moment I realized my marriage hadn’t broken; they had cut me out long ago. But they forgot one thing: in our world, a humiliated wife never walks away quietly. Vows can be betrayed, but someone always pays the price. And I will make sure he learns that betraying a mafia wife is the same as lighting the fuse to his own downfall.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
4.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
Tides I Never Named
16.0K·Jesus GuerraA month before my wedding with Vincent Moretti, he decided he wanted to have a child with another woman. I refused, but he brought it up incessantly every day. Two weeks before the wedding, I received an ultrasound image in the mail. That was when I found out—his first love, Serafina, was already a month pregnant. It turned out, he had never considered asking for my permission. In that moment, years of love shattered like thin ice on a river under the weight of a single step. I canceled the wedding, destroyed everything that tied us together, and on the day we were supposed to be married, I walked into the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency’s laboratory. From that day on, Vincent Moretti ceased to exist in my life.
After Refusing to Be Luna, I Marked the Alpha’s Shadow
10.0K·Colten """Are you sure you want to break off the engagement and let Chloe marry the next Alpha of the Blackwood family in your place?"" My father, George Evans, spoke in a deep voice over the phone. ""This was a blood oath arranged by the former Wolf King. If the nurse hadn't swapped you at birth, this union would have been yours from the start. Consider it compensation for all the years you spent lost in the human world."""
The Godfather's Blood-Stained Betrayal
5.0K·-On our third anniversary, I activated my plan to fake my own death. At dinner, he told his men in Italian: "She's so obedient, she won't cause trouble." He never knew I understood every single word. As the mafia don's "trophy wife," I had long discovered his mistress and the high heel she deliberately left in my home. I refused to endure it any longer. Ten days from now, only the gun he custom-made for me and a pool of blood will remain on the seaside cliff. Don, those ninety-nine times you said you loved me—I don't want them anymore.
Rejected, Claimed by the Alpha King
11.0K·AliceAs the first Luna in history without a wolf, I was despised by my husband and scorned by my family, and my life was literally worse than an Omega! On our sixth wedding anniversary, I got pregnant, but my husband's first love - my sister - also returned... From then on, I was haunted by nightmares! My husband favored my sister in everything, and he even secretly held wedding ceremony with her! I was in despair and left with the child in my womb, only to discover when I turned around... my mate was actually my husband's uncle - the terrifying Alpha King! Wait! The child in my womb seems to be the King's too? I was completely dumbfounded - can someone just tell me what happened?! Then another shocking secret was revealed. My real family came looking for me, and they smiled at me lovingly, "Dear princess, welcome home." Huh? So I am a princess now? Jesus, what is going on!
The Alpha Who Didn’t Deserve My Ten Years
2.0K·Z·NyraBy day, I killed for the Alpha. By night, he used my body like it belonged to him—hands, mouth, every inch exactly where he wanted. For ten years, I thought that meant something. That I meant something. Until he crowned another woman as his Luna… and made me kneel in front of them like a well-trained pet. The next morning, he kicked me straight into a silver bomb just to protect her perfect little face. They all thought I died. But the woman who came back doesn’t melt for his touch, doesn’t break at his voice, and sure as hell doesn’t open her legs for him anymore. Now he’s the one on his knees—shaking, desperate—while I look down at him and feel absolutely nothing. that would never belong to him again.
The Don's Betrayal, My Freedom
3.0K·D.D.On our fifth wedding anniversary, I was about to hide the carefully customized gift in my husband's armory when I accidentally opened his hidden safe. Inside, there was no wealth or secret documents—just a bullet necklace engraved with strange hotel room numbers, and a diary filled with his obsession for another woman. I'd cleaned up his battlefields for five years, yet he used my loyalty to pave the way for his true love. It wasn't until I turned to the last bullet—"Night Before Proposal, Peninsula Hotel Sky Suite"—that I understood this marriage had been a tailor-made scam from the very beginning. So I initiated the Phantom Plan. After tearing off their hypocritical masks at the charity gala, I walked toward the cold coastline in the dead of night. ...Tonight, Keira Black will commit suicide by jumping into the sea, and the real me will disappear beneath the waves.
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
1.0K·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
The Mafia Heir That Wasn’t Mine
1.0K·Z·NyraThe day I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant, his late brother’s widow showed up with a belly—claiming the father was my husband. He defended her, called me worthless, and in the hospital… he kicked hard enough to end my own pregnancy. The next day, she walked into my home wearing my wedding ring and carrying his “heir.” Everyone thought I was finished—but they had no idea that from that moment on, I had only one goal: to make them pay a price far worse than betrayal.
Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
47.0K·The Book MagicianRated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.
The Alpha's Broken Mate
4.0K·RobertsonElara Vance, a supposed "defective omega" from the Silver Moon Pack, endures brutal abuse—broken legs, a severed tongue, and imprisonment—at the hands of her stepmother Helena, stepsister Serena, and stepfather Marcus. Shipped to the fearsome Blood Moon Pack as a toy, she is revealed to be the fated mate of Alpha Kael Blackwood, a cursed wolf who lost his own wolf years ago. As Kael’s mate bond revives his wolf, Elara uncovers her true identity: the last heir to the ancient, powerful Luna bloodline, hidden and suppressed to eliminate her threat. Together, they train, heal, and seek justice—crashing Serena’s wedding to expose the family’s crimes, reclaiming Elara’s legacy, and ultimately facing the ancient Shadow King, a predator hunting Luna heirs. Through love, unity, and the Moon Goddess’s blessing, they destroy evil, forging a peaceful future with their pack and children.
