4 Hours

"You know I can't talk while you're here", he says. His voice is rough, dangerous and hungry. I swallow, my throat dry. But I don't look away. "Why?" I ask, my fingers trace his jaw, trembling. "I'll be good. Promise". A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. "I don't want good", he says, voice rough. "I want you screaming my name… just not here. Not in front of the president and the damn press". His control slips as he buries his face in my neck. His lips burn where they touch. "Christ", he mutters. "What are you doing to me? I have a speech to deliver. But I can't even remember the first line. I swear I know it, but…" "You're a dirty bastard", I whisper, breathless. "Yours", he says, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "So… what do I tell the president?" –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Aneeka's messy divorce leaves her heartbroken. With her inheritance on the line, outwitting her cheating ex should be her only goal. But fate has other ideas. Just 24 hours after the divorce, she unexpectedly marries Derek Simon, the country's most eligible bachelor. What starts as a wild, prove a point kiss explodes into an undeniable, all consuming passion. The pull between them is real, hot, and impossible to ignore. Is this her second chance at love? Or a disaster waiting to happen?

Marceline was an omega orphan with no wolf who lived a miserable life with her uncle's family. One day, she was sent away to become a maid in the alpha house and a few hours after her arrival, she found out that she had not one but two mates. Worst of all was that they were related by blood… Alpha Ryker and his son, soon to be Alpha Evan who were also rivals for the Alpha position. Unable to accept the truth, she tried to run away but she shockingly began undergoing her first shift. Such a thing was unheard of in the werewolf community. Her life took a complete 360° turn after that. Mated to father and son who were always going horn to horn at each other to find her true self and origin. Marceline's path was one laced with obstacles and challenges, will she be able to love both father and son and unite them? Will she be able to uncover the past and discover who she really is? Brace yourself for this unusual twisted love story, it's going to be a bumpy ride!

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” was what the pope said, well just few of our families were present and the groom was no where to be found . My father told me he had urgent business to handle few hours before my big day…. Pure sarcasm by the way. Slowly slipping out of my wedding dress, flashbacks of how I was forced to marry a pompous mafia leader for my father’s greed stings my heart. Getting married without having to see the face of your so-called husband was the last thing on my wishlist . A man so arrogant to attend his own wedding was the last man I could ever love

{ON HIATUS} It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war. To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy. Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill. And now. I belong to him. But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart. We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough. It's not supposed to be real. It's not. And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me. He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence. My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives. His life. _ _ _ Book 1: Anastasia & Damien. Book 2: Isabella & Claud. Book 3: Teal & Vittorio. Book 4: Alexander & Dimitra. T.W: non-con, dub-con, CNC(consensual nonconsent), BDSM, age-gap, ch*cking, forbidden love, explicit content, sadomasochism.

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)

She stood before the mirror, her hands trembling as she ran a brush through her hair. Her eyes were wide and fearful, a far cry from the confident and self-assured woman she had been just a few hours before. This was no ordinary betrothal – she was being forced into marriage with a man of immense wealth and power, a man she knew nothing about. She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Olivia Archer woke up one morning to discover that she had been betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, fear, and confusion. She knew that saying no to the betrothal would have dire consequences, but saying yes seemed even more dangerous. What was she to do? The options before her seemed impossible, and yet she had to make a choice. Which path would she take?

Jake Ryan had been best friends with Jay Morgan since they were in middle school. Jake had always valued being an only sibling, especially when Jay’s younger sister, Rachel, was always in the picture. Her personality always rubbed Jake the wrong way, and the fact that she always had to butt into her big brother’s business annoyed him more than he could say. Rachel, on the other hand, had way too much fun bothering Jake, he let it be known that she always rubbed him wrong, and she took great joy in making sure to always let it happen. Even after their drunk, and oh stupid night, she still teased him. But when the Jake came to be her personal one man rescue mission to help her out of a blizzard, she wanted no part of it. And a few minutes too long of arguing and annoying each other meant that they were stuck in her family cabin until help came, if they came. What could happen with two people, who clearly hated each other, were forced to spend the unknown amount of hours together? Could they get over the bickering along enough to figure out how to get help? Could they actually pull together and work through their problems? Better yet, could they finally stop denying the attraction they’ve both buried since high school?

Mom cleared her throat and said, “I have an idea.” I frowned. “What are you talking about, Mom?” “I’m talking about I have an idea.” She stood up and leaned on her desk, saying, “We will hold the Queen’s Guard Tournament.” “I still don’t understand, mom.” “I propose a tournament with several tests, games, balls, bullfights, interviews, dates and parades. I suggest we go wild with different activities that guarantee the election of the new alpha kings.” “Okay… I’ll take the bait. Who will participate?” “Anyone who is an alpha or some equivalent to that. We put their names inside the sky crate so that destiny can choose the 20 lucky ones who will compete for the love of the future sovereign. The three winners will be crowned the alpha kings of the south, east and west. Obviously, the north is occupied by Alonso.” “And what will happen to Sokaris? He’s mine too, mom!” “I wouldn’t worry about him, Maddie. In my dreams, I saw him putting on a great show.” “What will happen if my other fated mates show up?” “Destiny will take care of it, Maddie. Your mates will be selected. But to win, we must give our enemies a mirage of hope that makes them believe they can govern.” “And in the end, they will be exposed to everyone, without us having to intervene,” Mom nodded, with a triumphant smile. I sighed. “If this is our best option, then let’s use the ball that is already being planned as the tournament’s opening event.” Mom nodded. Dad slapped his hands together and said, “Well… we have a tournament to plan and a lot of announcements to make. Let’s get started!” ________________ Reverse harem / 4 fated mates / Magic / Royal Lycan Family / Vampires

After an extended silence, she gathered the courage to speak. “Mum, what do you mean? I have my life in Paris.” she implored, clutching her mother’s hand. Lois diverted her gaze, the moment slipping away. “Refusing my offer means also returning all the assistance I provided when your business was in trouble,” she said, rising to leave. “You have just 48 hours to agree to my terms, and remember, I dislike waiting.” Dianna has always been in love with Clinton Blackwood before he married her twin sister and since then she has despised him. She maintained her distance from her twin sister, Daphne, and her husband enjoying her peaceful and lonely life. Her life took a turn when her sister died. Dianna's mum, Lois Aaron, proposed a new business contract for the Blackwood's, leaving them in a tight corner. She was made to get married to her sister's husband a year after her sister's dismay.

A tall, charcoal-suited individual entered, flanked by two others who were dressed in the same black.They smelled of money—and danger. Too sleek, too polished, too silent. At the center was Grayham Wilson. Everyone knew him. Billionaire CEO. Ruthless. Stunningly handsome in a distant, unforgiving way. Dark, perfectly styled hair, a blade-sharp jawline, and eyes like frozen steel. He didn’t look at anyone. He didn’t have to. He wasn’t here for conversation. He was here for me. One of his men dropped a thick envelope on the counter like it was a bomb. I flinched. “What the hell is this?” I demanded. Silence. Then Grayham stepped forward, his presence like a tidal wave. “Your 24 hours start now.” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” --- Miles Kaden lives quietly, fiercely protective of the old building his father once tended. He’s stubborn, grounded, and bound to a place full of history—and secrets. Grayham Wilson is sharp, cold, and disgustingly rich. He builds empires by tearing others down. And now he wants that old building. They were never meant to meet. But one impulsive act changes everything. They wake up in each other’s bodies. What starts as a battle of wills quickly turns into something far more tangled. Because the longer they live each other’s lives, the more blurred the lines become. Two men. One curse. A hundred days to survive it—or risk losing not just their lives, but themselves.