Aliza Sharp

"You really know how to make me angry, Mine," Seth growled right in front of Jasmine's face, making her feel his warm breath mixed with the smell of cigarette. "What were you thinking when you were with that jerk earlier, hm? Were you intending to spend the night with him?" Seth asked, making Jasmine silent as she looked at those sharp green eyes. Because I'm angry. Because I'm disappointed. And because I'm afraid of losing you. There were so many reasons Jasmine wanted to tell Seth, but it felt so difficult to express them all, so Jasmine finally just reached out her hand and pulled at the tie Seth was wearing, which erased the distance between them.

I was the perfect wife to billionaire tycoon, Lanc Arcony, until his cruelty knew no bounds. My husband, the richest man of his generation, thought he could replace me. He thought his money could erase his sins. He was a fool. Now, the woman he knew is gone, replaced by a stranger with a smile sharp enough to cut glass and a plan to match. I am a calculated risk, a seductive threat stitched into the fabric of his existence. He just doesn't realize how my every action is planned, each of word a weapon, and that everything is at stake—his company, his reputation, and his new life. But when the line between my actions and my wounded heart begins to blur, will I be the one to destroy him, or will his dark temptation consume me once more?

Andreas Sanders daringly returned to Ashford City in order to escape from his engagement party that was to be held in Paris. He would never accept an arranged marriage that would clearly trap him further in his own family's game. Therefore, he realized that there was only one thing to do now. That is to secure a beneficial marriage. Love and fairy tales were unnecessary. The only thing Andreas needed was an intelligent woman who could engage in mentally stimulating debates with him. Luckily, Andreas found her in the form of his friend's secretary. She was tall and elegant, dressed in a tailored suit with long pants, supported by seven-centimeter-high heels, with wavy hair, red lipstick, and, of course, a sharp tongue. A truly perfect combination. The woman that Andreas desired. Vlora Anderson. * 2nd book of seri 'The CEO'

“ I won't let you come near me or touch me! “ She shouted . He stared at her with his cold gaze and exhaled. “ You won’t listen ? “ he asked. “ No. “ she breathed shakily trying to stay strong. He nodded and took a step forward. She gasped, stumbling back as fear sparkled in her eyes. “ No one, no fucking one can keep me away from what’s mine. “ His deep, rough voice sent shivers down her spine as she watched him invade her space. He reached close, so close that she could breathe his cologne so deeply. Before she could process, he had her spun, pinned her against the wall. Her chest pressed against the wall as his broad and huge chest towered her small figure from behind. A sharp whimper escaped her lips when she felt his hand …. Moving under her skirt and cupping her ass. “ Will you listen to me now? “ he whispered in her ear. “ n-no- “ she struggled to get free only for a sharp slap to land on her soft skin making her whimper. “ Now? “ she whimpered before nodding her head. “ y-yes- “ “ Yes what, baby? “ ” Yes Daddy! “ In a world where humans are considered weak and unwanted by wolves, a young human girl grows up inside a powerful pack-but as an outcast. Everyone believes she is nothing more than a burden, the unwanted daughter of a low ranked omega who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, probably getting killed by her ‘ human ‘ father she ran away with. She is bullied, used as a servant and treated like she doesn’t belong. What no one knows is that her mother loved a legendary alpha - a feared and powerful ruler who disappeared years ago. The Alpha was her real father. And she inherited more than just his …. Blood. She inherited his curse.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

"You have no idea do you?" He whispers, his lips only a millimetre from mine. "No idea about what?" His fingers slip around my waist, pulling me firmly against his body. I feel him everywhere. He's hard where I'm soft. Calm where my heart is beating. He lifts a hand to my face, gently cupping my cheek as he tilts my gaze to meet his. His thumb brushes against my lower lip and I suck in a sharp breath when I notice just how dark his gaze is. "You have no idea the power you have over me." ... Born to a mother who abandoned her family and a father who never even knew he existed, Aaron O Sullivan has spent his entire life fighting to prove he belongs. With a chip on his shoulder and blood on his hands, he’s determined to reclaim the legacy stolen from him. When no one moment of anger causes the one person he's grown to care about everything he's determined to step up and save her despite even if she thinks she doesn't want his help. And what way to protect her other than a fake engagement. Waitress By Day, Stripper By Night, Elle will do whatever it takes to pay off her uncle and finally buy her freedom. But behind her sharp tongue and seductive smile is a secret and trauma so depe she wasn't sure she could heal. Until him. She doesn't understand why he wants to protect her especially because he's the reason she's in this mess to begin with. She's got pain and he's got secrets. What happens when the two collide just how far are they willing to go for the things they desire.

I was jolted awake by the rumbling of an earthquake. I was alone in the house. I felt an inexplicable pain coursing through my body. Yet the panic and the sharp cramps caused by the baby's movements left me no time to dwell on it. Suddenly, Boweike burst through the door, scooped me into his arms, and raced down the stairs. But in that fleeting moment, my eyes caught the faint mark on his neck—a lover's kiss. And just like that, I understood where all my anguish had been coming from. The man who once cherished me like a treasure had betrayed me during my pregnancy. As I watched his figure disappear into the distance, I dialed my mother's number. "Mom, I want to sever the mate bond with Boweike."

Iris Rossi, a 23-year-old sharp young attorney, has been building a reputation for dismantling the criminal networks of New York’s elite. She sees the Moretti family as her ultimate takedown. Dante Moretti, newly in charge of his late father’s empire, needs to appear legitimate, to secure his position against rivals and federal investigators. After a major courtroom win against one of Dante’s shell companies, Iris is confronted by Dante himself. Instead of threatening her life, he offers her a deal: marry him for one year and secure his public image, or watch her family’s hidden crimes surface, destroying her career and reputation. She discovers evidence that her late father laundered money for the Mafia, and Dante is holding it over her.

She was more than just an enemy’s daughter. She was his… Clara Hale is looking for a fresh start, not a storm. But from the moment she crosses paths with Zachary Langston, her life is thrown into chaos. Her chance at employment is shattered, and she finds herself entangled in his bizarre world. When she saves his sister from danger, Clara hopes it’s her ticket to peace. Instead, she ends up stuck under Zachary’s roof, where the friction between them only grows. There’s something irresistible about his sharp hazel eyes and dangerous charm, and being close to him feels as reckless as it does unescapable. But Clara had a secrets of her own, which was hidden even to herself. Anyway, Zachary wouldn’t expect that this young clumsy woman would shake the walls around his heart.

Natalia was born to obey, raised as a bargaining chip to secure peace between packs. It was the way girls were raised in her family. And within powerful families, being an only child, her father was sure to make her know her place since her fate was sealed when he had arranged her marriage to the brutal Alpha of the Crimson Howl pack. But Natalia refuses to be anyone's pawn. She refused to obey, and most importantly, she refused to be controlled. On the day of her wedding, dressed in white and suffocating in expectations, she runs. By the edge of a forgotten river, she finds a stranger. A man with cold eyes and a darker soul, Alpha Nolan. He mocks her at first, calls her dramatic, tells her she’d drown ugly if she jumps. But beneath his sharp tongue lies a haunted alpha with no love, no mercy, and no reason to care… until now.