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***Explicit 18+*** "I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her. I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. *** The game of chess is one love cannot salvage. When the king and the queen come out to play, they have no other goal set before them if not going at each other's throat for the kill until a winner emerges. This is the game of the mafia, the game that'd never allow Love exist between two rivals. They want to love and care for each other but don't know how- all they've known all their lives is loyalty to their famiglia and name. What would happen when the only option becomes death?

Edna is a zealous career wife, she got married to Keith Jackson because his father proposed an agreement that solved her family's poverty, but left her married to her high school bully. It's not bad since her husband barely speaks to her, and she can use the opportunity to build up her career. She is the female face of the family's company, a proper trophy for them. Everything is going fine until her husband's brother returns. He used to be the most popular boy in their high school, and she had a massive crush on him. This sinful relationship will create the biggest scandal in the country. Will she give in to her teenage fantasies, risking everything for what might be love?

Preetah's high school crush becomes her husband through an arranged marriage. But the boy she once adored is gone. In his place stands a man who is cold, ruthless, and impossible to love. Can she survive being his wife, or will he break her completely? Dean is Arjun’s best friend. The one man who should protect Artha (Arjun's sister), not desire her. But when loyalty collides with forbidden love, how long can he fight what his heart wants? Roshni endures abuse in exchange for money. But when she falls for the abuser's son Junior, her secret threatens to destroy them all. Five voices. Messy. Toxic. All tied together by secrets too dangerous to survive. (This book contains dark themes and may be triggering for some readers.)

Behind the gates of their luxurious mansion, Aurora “Rory” Wynter, appears to have it all: a handsome husband, a beautiful home, and a perfect facade. But when the doors are closed, Rory's world begins to unravel. Her husband's multiple love affairs threaten to destroy her marriage and her sense of self-worth. Will Rory find the strength to break free from her gilded cage, or will she remain forever trapped in her role as the perfect trophy wife?

When Silene's mother died she continued to work as a servant for The Arrowhead Pack in order to pay her mother's debt. She endured a lot of emotional strains and suffering as she was maltreated and constantly abused, she always dreamt of finding her mate and leaving her life of slavery behind. But what happens when Harol, the daughter of The Alpha of The Arrowhead Pack runs away from home on the morning of her wedding, and Silene is forced to marry the arrogant and supercilious Alpha Lustrows of the Silver Pack in her place? What happens when the Silver Pack mansion is full of dark and horrifying secrets? What happens when she finds her true mate?

When I was seven, my constant vomiting got so bad that my mother took me to court and accused me of being born dangerous. If the charge stuck, I would be stripped of my family ties and sent straight to prison. Everyone said my mother was overreacting. "He's just a kid. Kids get sick. As his mother, you should be more understanding." But the moment the evidence was shown, the room went dead quiet. My mother had drunk herself into a stomach bleed just to land a contract, and the second she got home, I threw up all over it. The deal was voided, and she lost her job on the spot. On my sister, Ophelia Sowle's, birthday, I threw up all over her cake right in front of all her classmates. After that, she was shunned by everyone at school. She spiraled into depression and even slashed her wrists. It didn't matter where I was, at the dinner table or under the covers. I could start vomiting at any moment. My mother and Ophelia had to clean me up more than 30 times a day. It wore them down to the breaking point. What infuriated them the most was that every time I finished throwing up, I would look at them and laugh, as if I was mocking them. The judge brought the gavel down and declared me guilty of being born bad. Ophelia's eyes turned red as she cried, saying she couldn't bear to lose me. I didn't cry or fight it. I accepted the verdict. But I requested that the judge watch my memories first. The judge looked stunned. "Memory extraction means drilling into your brain. The pain is unbearable. Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation. But Ophelia suddenly panicked. "I don't agree!"