Titres dans Paranormal

I am an object of desire. My powers of seduction are my survival, my weapon, and my curse. I'm no stranger to obsession, but for the first time, I crave it. I love it when he watches me, follows me, hunts me. In the mortal lands, I was safe from him. Navigating a city of ruthless vampires to save my sister from the human slave trade was already treacherous. But with the ruling vampire lord's unrelenting focus on me, I fear his shadows might never let me go.

Being the first female Formula 1 driver in the sport's history is like being struck by lightning. Powerful, electrifying, and dangerous. Don't get me wrong, it's incredible. Plenty of racing fans are celebrating. Plenty more are enraged, hoping I either quit or crash. They can hope all they want. I'll never quit. But there's more than Formula 1 fans to worry about. Like shaking hands with my Team Principal for the first time and his scent turning my entire world upside down. Like the rest of his pack—including the current Formula 1 champion—matching with me too.

Kept locked away for over a year, abused and dying inside, I'm nothing but a shattered omega trinket. The only bright spots in my days were when the Ghost came around, offering me the smallest bits of kindness and showing me that not everyone is as terrible as the monster who kept me locked up. When a fiery omega with more heart than I've ever seen rescues me, saving my life, I feel more off-kilter than ever. Her family offers me kindness and a home, and her brother and his pack make me feel like maybe I could find what she has.

Three sexy vampires haunt my dreams, and they love to make me scream. For all the right reasons. A dark TikTok-viral vampire romance with heart-pumping spice and suspense like you've never read before! The nightmares started on Monsters Night. I figured my overactive libido was just tripping out because of all the monsters on the news. Some portal opened up, and they were terrorizing humans in particular. But seriously, who hasn’t thought about that monster under the bed in a sensual light?

Once upon a time? Um, no. Because that's how fairytales start, and Ivy Addison is no princess. In fact, she's very happy being an absolute nobody. She doesn't have glass slippers or a trust fund or "graces"—and she's pretty sure she doesn't need rescuing. She also most definitely isn't overworked as the housekeeper for a rowdy pack of royals... and she certainly has no feelings for any of them. Well, aside from Asher, the Crown Prince and star of all her mortifying dreams. Or Sebastian, the oh-so-charming baron who always has a smile just for her.

He’s waited a long time for me, but I’ve waited longer for the truth. Not even the king himself could keep me from the only ties left to my identity. Then I meet him, and I’m stuck between uncovering who I am and discovering who I’m meant to be.

Out of money and down on his luck in a city that promised him a run of both, Tony turns to the one asset he knows he can sell: his honed, toned, dangerous alpha body, which looks surprisingly good covered in glitter. Well, not sell, exactly—that's a line Tony won't cross. Display? Gyrate? Flex? Whatever. It pays his bills, and that's all that matters. But one payment comes due sooner than expected, and when a slim, unearthly fae customer who can't seem to take his gleaming eyes off of Tony's . . . assets . . . presents him with the timely opportunity to make a little extra?

Fleeing my father's cruelty, the wicked king who robbed me of a future, I face death in the streets, caught between a rebellion and a tyrant's reign. Captured by those sworn to kill me, the rebels remain blind to my true identity—the missing daughter of the despised king. Faced with an impossible choice, I stand before them: join the rebels or face their blades. Yet, Dacre, the son of the ruthless rebellion commander, becomes torn between suspicion and a desire that mirrors my own. He allows no one to touch me, tries to protect me, yet threatens me at every turn.

He’s waited a long time for me, but I’ve waited longer for the truth. Not even the king himself could keep me from the only ties left to my identity. Then I meet him, and I’m stuck between uncovering who I am and discovering who I’m meant to be.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

I have a soul-destroying corporate job, I iron my underpants, and I was unceremoniously dumped for an influencer hippie a few years ago. Every day feels the same, and I don't know how much longer I can cope before I do something unhinged like rip off my shirt in the middle of my co-worker's office birthday party and smear lemon cake all over my chest. Then, a case of mistaken identity suddenly lands me in the middle of a covert professional wrestling league, which is apparently being run in the basement of my office building. Weird. Even weirder are the wrestlers.

In a world of warring orcs and men, Lady Norr is condemned to a childless marriage, a cruel lord husband, and a life of genteel poverty—until the day her home is ransacked by a horde. Leading the charge is their hulking, deadly orc captain: the infamous Grimarr. Grimarr has a wicked plan for Lady Norr, and for ending this war once and for all. She’s going to become his captive, and the perfect snare for Lord Norr. There’s no possible escape, and soon Lady Norr is dragged off toward Orc Mountain in the powerful arms of her greatest enemy.

As a female boxer, and a beta to boot, I've had to dig deep for every win, train harder than every opponent, and ignore the naysayers along the way. I'm just starting to make my mark when I lose an easy match, and my manager says I need to overhaul my image. Sponsors are losing interest, and I'm struggling to keep my dad's gym afloat. I'll do anything to keep his dream alive, even attend the grand opening of a new sports club so people can rub shoulders with a professional boxer.

I'm a feral omega with one rule: Never get attached; Never let anyone in. But five alphas are about to shatter everything I thought I knew—and this time, I can't blame it on my biology. The Ghosts are killers with fractured souls. Monsters in human skin. But somehow, they've become my monsters. Especially Wraith, the silent, scarred sentinel who sees me like no one else. And as I realize I'm starting to fall for him, I also realize something even more terrifying. I'm falling for them all.

My parents despised me since the day I was born, expecting an omega with a lovely scent and a claw birthmark. But I was born with neither. Betas are meant to be the servants of the Alpha Compound run by our pack leader, Henry. Injured by my father—I ran away, never expecting to see another alpha ever again until

I could have run. But I chose them instead. My pack of broken alphas. And the Ghosts will burn this world to the ground to keep me safe. As we gather unexpected allies and prepare to strike at the heart of the Council, I realize something that terrifies me more than any enemy. I'm not just their omega anymore. I'm their salvation. Their reason to live. Their reason to die.

Sunny has spent years of her life hiding from her own desires and hiding them from those she loves. Forced to face the idea of denying that part of herself forever, Sunny takes a nose dive out of her routine and into her fantasies. All she needs is the help of Monster Smash Agency and one exceptionally talented Orc. Khell'ar has mastered his work with Monster Smash Agency, satisfying his clients with perfect expertise. Guiding inexperienced Sunny into a new realm of extreme pleasures should be easy, simple. All he has to do is follow her requests, play his part, and not form a mating bond.

In a realm of orcs and powerful men, Geva Okoro is a proud, impoverished governess trapped in a dismal, dead-end post—until the day the orc breaks in. He's a huge, insolent, arrogant brute, swaggering with smooth, shameless wickedness. But unlike the orcs from the terrifying tales, he only wants one thing from Geva… her employer's gold. There's no escaping his devious clutches, and soon a furious Geva is reduced to raiding her employer's house with an orc. Compromising her career and destroying all her dreams… until the orc proposes another shocking scheme.

He's not just going to mark me. He's going to breed me. I'm completely bare and shamefully on display, fully aware that in a few short moments I'll be writhing and screaming as one brutal climax after another ravages my helplessly bound body. Because the alpha wolf who has claimed and marked me is coming to breed me again. And no matter how desperately I strain against my bonds, he's going to take what's his.

They call me irreparable. A feral omega who can't be tamed. And I've bitten every alpha who's tried. Before they can either put me down or send me to a breeding facility, fate intervenes in the form of a masked spec-ops team that deals in death and destruction. The Ghosts.