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After having one nightstand with a strange billionaire Anvika got pregnant and left the country. After Five years, Anvika comes back but there is a very handsome little one following beside her. When people saw such a handsome child they could not help but stop to look at him. He comes back with the mission to find a Man for her mother. Avi looked at the richest man in the city and said, "Uncle if you don't have a girlfriend then I can introduce one to you. My Mommy is very beautiful and Smart. Nityam Raychand looked at the woman in front of him and recognize that she is the same woman with whom he had a nightstand five years ago. He forced the Anvika into the corner and asked, " How dare you run away with my child?" "What are you saying? I didn't know you, Let me go." Anvika said and was about to leave when a little girl tug her dress and said, "Mommy, you don't want me?" Anvika looked at the little girl in shock. Nityam held her waist and said to her ear, "Why don't I will help you to remember that night."

When the news of my death on the battlefield, pinned to the pack's watchtower by silver arrows, reached my pack, my Alpha mate, Killian, simply laughed. He thought I was just jealous he was going to claim the Rogue, that I was faking my own death just to get his attention. "I was just trying to bring Valerie into the pack, and this is how she threatens me? With her own death?" "I left her with my most elite warriors. How could she possibly be dead!" "Tell her to get back here. I will claim Valerie, but after that, the title of Luna is still hers." Seven days later, he appeared before my family's home, carrying the ceremonial Luna circlet. He saw me in my white ceremonial dress, resting quietly beneath the white birch tree in the garden, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew it. You were just giving me the silent treatment again." But in the next second, a pack elder's voice thundered: "Prepare the funeral pyre. Let us pay our final respects to our fallen warrior, Sloane!"

Just because my wolf mom scratched Ava Shaw's favorite dress, Noah Potter called a butcher. He punished her seriously. I found her dying body and screamed at him. "I told you before—I was raised by wolves. What you did to her is no different from killing my mother!" Noah stayed cold. He covered Ava's eyes and stared at me. "You are just a stray kid my stepmom picked up. Stop trying to fool me." My wolf mom was still bleeding as she dragged herself toward me. I crawled to her and held her tight. "I stayed here to repay Noah's family for helping the wolf pack. You chased me for miles because you could not let me go. I never thought I would end up hurting you instead." That night, I held my wolf mom and knelt in front of Aunt Wendy's memorial. "Aunt Wendy, the Potters' Zoo are everywhere now. They do not need my gift anymore. I should leave."

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…

They rejected her in front of the entire pack. Her father handed her over by sunrise. The Alpha King already knew she was his. For twenty-one years, Selene Voss has been called slow, weak, broken — the omega no wolf would choose. So when her fated mate rejects her at their bonding ceremony, she should disappear into the corners of her pack and stay there. Instead, she is dragged in a blood-debt red dress to Draeven Keep and married to the brutal Alpha King who has not let anyone touch him since his wife died. Kael Draeven does not say a word as he discards her into servant quarters. He has already recognized her face. Selene is the last surviving heir of the bloodline his own father massacred — hexed at birth to hide her power, planted in the wrong pack, and meant to die quietly. The conspiracy that engineered her ruin has spent forty years on this campaign. They forgot to plan for what would happen if she chose to stay. Mine. Yours. Stay. Build. Vow. Forever. She did not come to be saved. She came to be seen.

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest." "I don't want to die." I responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it. "Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "It says no while your body says yes." "You're wrong." I whispered. "Am I now?" He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am." Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley. First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands. Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is. Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship. Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! Arielle had had enough of her father’s overprotectiveness when he froze her accounts, all because she had gone on ONE trip, without informing him. She moved out, all alone and borrowed money from her friend to a nice chic apartment downtown. In a horrible twist of fate she found herself in the same room with her hot cocky neighbour, Victor Knight. The forced proximity was suffocating. They hardly spoke, but just a glance from him was pulling out her needs, with the sight of his broad shoulders and tempting abs, making her wetter. But she had to stay away from him because she had a boyfriend and didn’t want any complications. Victor however, was doing a good job at keeping his thoughts in his head, he avoided her because he was afraid of his wolf unleashing despite his want, to run his hand through her dress, touch those perfect tits, and bury his dick into her until she saw stars. And it’s only a matter of time before they reveal their hearts darkest desires...

For the longest of times Ellie had an obsession about becoming a wife and mother. More importantly she has for a very long time planning her wedding . She knew what dress she wanted, centerpiece, cake ,theme ,and venue amongst other things that came with planning a wedding . Ellie believed in true love and she believed that she had found it with Dexter. He was always the safe choice for her. In her heart and mind Ellie believed that she had made the right choice by choosing Dex ; even when he didn't have a regular nine to five job. He was a lawyer and she was in the PR industry. Even though they were from different worlds, their differences made them a balanced couple... Until the unthinkable happened. Maxwell has only ever loved one person . He made the mistake of believing a lie he was told ;and years later he crosses paths with Ellie and wants to play for keeps. Even if it means taking a break from his career. Will Ellie ever open her heart again to love ? Will Maxwell make peace with his past and be worthy of Ellie's love?

I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused. She looked strangely familiar for some reason, and it took me a while to identify her, but I did. She was the same woman I had bumped into on the market. My eyes swiftly turned to Xavier. He was dressed in a suit identical to the one Xavier wore with the top few buttons open. What caught my eyes the most was the lipstick stain on his neck identical to the one the woman had on. My heart slumped in deep dejection. It wasn't any science- rocket to know what had occurred here before my arrival.

I was forced into an arranged marriage with Brandon Fuller, and he escaped 99 times. The first time, I was left alone at the beach as I waited for the whole night. The second time, he switched places with a homeless man and left me alone on the stage in humiliation. Brandon finally gave in on the 99th time. However, when I went to him with my wedding dress in my arms, I overheard his conversation with his friends. “Brandon, are you really going to marry your true love seven days later? What about your arranged marriage, are you going to escape that?” Brandon snorted. “I must marry Poppy! As for arranged marriage, I’ll just simply host a fake wedding for her! “She’s the one who caused my older sister’s death! Even though I was in love with her for seven years, she deserves to be stood up!” I froze. It turned out his promise was fake. I turned around without any hesitation. Then, I called home. “Mom, I’m still having that wedding, but please find a new husband for me.”