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Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

In my previous life, I, Ruth Spencer, fell seriously ill. Because of that, I managed to stop my husband, Zayne Colman, from going on a business trip to the country border. He immediately canceled his flight, pulled me into his arms, and gently comforted me. Over the phone, he gave instructions to my younger sister, Reagan Spencer. "The project comes first. You go in my place." But no one could have known that the so-called business partner was actually a ruthless scam syndicate. Reagan had her organs harvested and was tortured to death. I was devastated. Zayne held my frail body in his arms and hoarsely promised that even though Reagan was gone, he would still love me twice as much. And he kept his promise. For ten years, he never let me suffer at all. In fact, he spoiled me rotten. This went on until the day I gave birth. The pain nearly knocked me unconscious, but Zayne put his hand over the call button to prevent me from summoning help. The words he spoke were laced with malice. "If you hadn't gotten sick at such a convenient time back then, Reagan wouldn't have gone alone! I could have saved her. "It's your fault she's dead! She must feel so lonely down there. You and this bastard child can go keep her company!" That was when I finally realized that our love were nothing but a lie. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day he is about to leave for that trip to the border. This time, I release them to the path leading to freedom, or, in other words, to hell.

The town of M'ri Kassia has been living a life of misfortune after the Kurim, the stone given by their god, Kassia, was stolen and lost by the witches who pretended to be pirates. Reeve, the son of the town leader, travels far and wide to search for it until he finds an unexpected treasure that will change everything he knows about his life and his people.

“Trying to seduce me?” He asked, stepping into her personal space. She gulped. Why was he so sexy and looking at her like that, besides she was only in her towel and there was nothing underneath. That made her more insecure and scared. Scared that she would fall into his arms out of need. He caressed her cheek with one hand, “Can't answer me?” He muttered huskily, staring deep into her eyes. She blinked her eyes, “No, I-I didn't know the door was open,” He smirked, "Are you sure, because your body says differently,” “Uhm… I…” He suddenly leaned in closer, bringing his mouth to her ear, “If you're trying to seduce me next time, leave the towel in the bathroom.” She shuddered. *************************** Alva Garcia got arranged in a cold marriage with a sexy hot man, Jaxon Smith, who happens to be the new successor of his father's biggest internet company in America. What happens when two billionaires are arranged together in a marriage with plenty of secrets and emotions going on within them, will they be able to unveil it or act up until they depart from each other?

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

A mute. A burden. A plaything. That’s all Eleanor has ever been to the Moon Bliss Pack. Born without a voice and dumped at their doorstep as a child, she’s endured a life of silence, scorn, and pain—especially at the hands of her so-called mate, the Beta, who never accepted her and refused to reject her. But when his twisted idea of "fun" leaves her running through the woods with real wolves on her heels, Eleanor, bleeding and terrified, escapes and stumbles straight into the territory of the ruthless Blood Moon Pack and into the arms of its feared Alpha, Ciaran. She doesn't know he's her second chance mate. He doesn’t want to feel such a powerful need to protect her. But as Eleanor begins to heal and open up to the only man who’s ever shown her kindness, secrets long buried begin to surface—secrets about her identity, her power, and the cruel betrayal that started it all. Because Eleanor isn’t just a mute. She’s a ticking time bomb. And when she finally finds her voice… the entire supernatural realm will tremble.

Wirota Wiragati anak yatim piatu yang dibesarkan oleh Jayendra seorang Maling dan penjudi. Sesuai didikan Jayendra, sebagian hasil maling dan judi disumbangkan kepada orang miskin. Sehingga dia dikenal sebagai seorang maling yang dermawan. Perjumpaannya dengan Banyak Wide seorang Brahmana yang melihat potensi kecerdasannya, telah mengubah hidupnya.

BE WARNED! 18+ ADULT CONTENT WITHIN!! The smile on her face, the smoothness of her lips, the freshness of her breath and the sweetness between her legs were all he began to think of. Oh, how he longed for that moment of lustful passion he'd be satisfying when he finds his way between her thighs. "I'll have you all night and share you with no one else. I want to make love to you till the break of day!" "Just shut up, lay down on that bed and spread your legs wide open for me. I'd be right back." Meet Justin Smith, the son of Central City's wealthiest man, who owns a slew of businesses including Smith Technology and Enterprise. Justin, a young 26-year-old Billionaire who is well-mannered and well-connected, must marry the daughter of his father's best friend to fulfill his dying mother's wish. He's a cold-blooded man who doesn't express emotion. Valerie Houston is a 24-year-old daughter of the wealthy Houston family who owns a car company. She's determined, diligent, and has a strong spirit. Her parents plan for her to marry one of the wealthy smiths. They have no choice but to follow their parents' instructions. What happens if Valerie and Justin start to fall in love? Will their romance blossom as a result of their love? What happens if Valerie's ex-boyfriend Scott, a well-known burglar, comes after her to reclaim her? Will the cold-hearted Justin be able to save Valerie? Will she play the role of Juliet, and he will play the role of Romeo? In this exciting, mind-blowing, love-filled, and romantic narrative, you'll find out!

"You stupid whore," Jasper snarls, fingers bruising my arms as he shakes me like trash. "Name the bastard who touched what's mine or I'll carve that filthy seed from your womb and make you watch it die." ---- One reckless night of freedom. A shadowed stranger's fangs at my throat and his thick cock splitting me open while he growls filthy promises: “Cum on this cock, you lying little virgin bitch. Squeeze me like the greedy cumdump you’ve always been. I’m gonna flood your womb so deep you’ll carry my seed while you swear forever to another man.” ---- And my perfect mafia wedding shatters at the altar. I collapse and wake up pregnant. Shame ignites bloodlust. Families roar “puttana sporca,” “troia incinta,” knives flashing, abortion demanded. My body becomes a battlefield.. flesh to gut, erase, and own. When all hope seemed lost, the door crashes open and the room freezes. Jasper drops to a bow, whispering, “Father.” The monster strides in: Dax Blackthorne, untouchable werewolf alpha, empire-killer. He squats beside me, inhales my scent, voice low and lethal and ask, “Why do I smell my pup in you?” I stare from the stranger… to my husband bowing low… and horror slams home. I’m carrying my father-in-law’s child. One drunken, savage knot had produced an impossible heir. In a blood-soaked empire of werewolf dominance, mafia wars, and taboo claims, a fragile human girl must harden into venom or be devoured by the men who believe her womb, her body, and her fate already belong to them. One filthy mistake. One forbidden pup. And now everything burns.

Come rain, come sunshine. There is no place like home. Xiuying returns to China after spending five years abroad. She is on a quest to buy a daddy for her two children in order to fulfill their birthday wish. Xiuying flipped her shiny silver hair backwards and a wide smile made its way to her pink luscious lips. " Marry me and the 30% shares belongs to you"