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Demi biaya pengobatan ibunya, Alya terpaksa menandatangani kontrak sebagai istri simpanan pria beristri. Tanpa cinta, tanpa ikatan. Hanya peran dan kewajiban. Tapi, saat hati mulai goyah, dan luka demi luka makin nyata, Alya harus memilih: bertahan dalam peran ... atau kehilangan dirinya sendiri.

Book 1 of the Blackfern Werewolf Series. Completed - A fully edited version was put up Jan 2024 - please log out and log back in to read this finalized version. It's hard being a half-blooded werewolf… especially when you have no idea that werewolves actually exist. Clementine – I did not know what to expect when I decided to move with my dad and brother to Blackfern Valley in backyard British Columbia. The first thing I noticed was how ridiculously fit and good looking everyone was. Then I started to notice the odd behaviour, comments and how everyone in the town just seemed to hate me. Well, everyone excluding Liam, he seemed like the only friendly person in the Valley… Liam – I was not expecting my world to be shaken so hard when a half-breed moved into the pack. Half-breeds were extremely rare, and often hunted and terminated by pure-blood werewolves if they do not develop a wolf at sixteen. I thought that when his Uncle Jed's reign had ended, that the hatred would have died with him… I was wrong. They were after Clementine and something inside of me could not let that happen…

When Anaya Johnson joined Reefwood Inc. as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she would be facing the biggest man in all history, Lancelot Eustis. She hates him and his whorish ways with all her heart, but the six feet five, on legs, brute of a man attracts attention wherever he goes, no gender bars. And she soon starts to fight an internal battle to either join his conquests and enjoy a few nights of unbound passion and desire or keep her feelings hidden and endure the torture of watching him take yet another beautiful woman to his . Lancelot Eustis has it all. Wealth, power, the looks of a Greek God and beautiful woman falling at his feet by the dozen. But what he doesn't understand is why his stubborn and full of life secretary hasn't fallen for his charm yet. But what started out as a game for him to get under her skin and maybe into her pants, turns out to be far more powerful than he could have imagined. For he hides a secret that can cost her life.

{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.

A monotonous, colorless life and dull relationships instantly fade into the background the moment you step into a completely different world—one with its own rules and laws. It looks so much like ours, and yet is radically different, for here live werewolves and countless other incredible beings. Bring a cursed Alpha King’s heart back to life? Ride off into the sunset with one of the handsome guards? Or fall for a dangerous witch and uncover the true face of evil? Wrap it all up for me—I’ll take it! An extraordinary world, vivid characters, blazing emotions, and passionate love with a touch of spice ❤️‍🔥 18+ “Quite an interesting hall you’ve got here,” Karadeylis said without even glancing around, his steps bringing him dangerously close. “But OURS holds unforgettable memories of the time we unwrapped your restless little ass.” I gasped in outrage at his brazen words—especially with so many people around—but my panties betrayed me, dampening at the memory of exactly what that bastard had reminded me of. “How dare you?!” I hissed, our faces now only inches apart. Goosebumps ran across my skin at the dangerous nearness. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the heat of his half-bare body, and that intoxicating scent I knew too well. Our breathing came ragged, as if we had just finished running a marathon, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of each other’s gaze. “No one else dares—only me, Prepedollie!” the scoundrel growled, gripping me firmly by the tail and yanking my face closer to his as his eyes devoured me. “I warned you—once I found you, there would be no mercy!”

Akira Sanders is an author...an romance author. Pen named Miss. OG, her writings are famous among the high school kids, but little do her fans know that she herself is a high school student and...a . Her biggest inspirations are porn videos and washroom gossips. Ethan Whitmore is the high school 'it' boy with God like looks and an ego as huge as Mt. Olympus. An arrogant but the biggest fan of Miss. OG's novellas. Oh! And did I mention that he's the chemistry teacher? So what happens when Ethan comes to know that his favourite author is actually a high school girl, moreover, his student? Join them in their journey through senior year as Ethan tries to teach our Superstar, a thing or two about chemical reactions...of a very different kind.

Vincent Reynolds is not gay. He's not hiding from his true self and he's not confused. And no, he's not bi curious either. Instead, he believed he's asexual. Girls don't entice him but guess what? He'd never tried guys. When he crossed paths with the notorious Dimitri Santini with a body built to kill, the latter automatically added him to his list. Why? He's an advocate of the law. And what does Dimitri hate more than his father? The law and anyone supporting it. Dimitri's only goal was to ruin him for life but what he didn't expect was that single taste tipping everything over to the edge. _ _ _ “I want to see your reaction when you take my like the good boy that you are… Signore Mio. And you know what? I'm not stopping until you paint me with your .”

Mi hijo me pidió algo que no podía darle. —Solo tres oportunidades, mamá —susurró—. Si después de eso realmente no nos ama... nos iremos para siempre. Estaba hablando de su padre, Giovanni Romano, el heredero de un imperio mafioso y mi esposo solo de nombre. Él nunca nombró a mi hijo como suyo y no me dijo que me amaba ni una sola vez. En la primera oportunidad, a Giovanni le falló la memoria, en la segunda, mintió y en la tercera... rompió algo que ninguna disculpa podía arreglar. Así que empacamos nuestras maletas, tomé la mano de mi hijo y nos fuimos. Sin lágrimas ni despedidas, solo en silencio. La noche en que nuestro avión despegó, mi teléfono vibró. “Espera”, decía su mensaje. “Regresaré a casa”. Pero ya mi casa no estaba donde él estaba, sino donde mi hijo finalmente pudiera dormir sin llorar. Porque algunas promesas no se rompen, se destruyen, y algunas madres se cansan de esperar.

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.