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I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of rage, she ran out of the banquet hall and was struck by a car, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state. I thought my husband would break down. Instead, he remained calm, stayed through the dinner, and secured the investment in surprisingly calmness. The truth revealed itself later. After the company went public, he brought me abroad under the guise of business, only to drag me onto a medical ship in international waters. As my kidney was cut from my body, I cried and asked him why. His answer came with a slap. "If you hadn't been jealous back then... If you hadn't tried to sabotage her, she wouldn't have ended up like that." I died in agony on the operating table. After my death, he used the money from selling my organs to cure his beloved childhood sweetheart, and the two of them went on to live rich, comfortable lives together. And then I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she decided to serve pork to the clients.

When my husband, Austin Hart, and I participated in the earthquake disaster relief, he discovered the corpse of his first love, Stacy Deleon, in the collapse zone. That night, Austin left a suicide note behind before jumping off the building with our son, Clifford Hart, in order to reunite with Stacy in the afterlife. Only then did I realize that both Austin and Clifford never cared about me, to begin with. When I was reborn, I returned to the moment when Austin first asked for a divorce. This time, I agreed to the divorce immediately. I even gave the custody of the three-year-old Clifford to Austin right away. Five years later, we meet again at an auction. Austin laces fingers with Stacy while taking Clifford's hand with the other. He mocks me, "It's only been five years, Kendra. You're really that shameless now, huh? You can't wait to latch onto me again now that you've found out I'm here!" Clifford mocks me as well. "Mom… Wait, you should be Ms. Powell to me now. You should stop pestering my dad already. My parents and I are living a very happy life right now." I just ignore them. Instead, I grab my daughter, Faye Gilmore, who has been sneaking food off the table, and steer her back to our seats. But Austin flies into a fit of rage instantly. A vein pops out of his hand, which is still laced with Stacy's fingers. "You really are shameless, Kendra Powell! We've only been separated for five years, yet you already have a daughter that old? I can't believe you're willing to resort to such despicable methods just to make me jealous! Which bastard did you have that bastard child with, huh?"

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! His rough tongue slid over my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent shiver rippled through my entire body. A moan I couldn’t suppress slipped from my lips. “Ah… Sebastian…” I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn betraying movement making my vagina clench so tightly I almost came. “Beating so fast,” he murmured, his hot breath spilling across my skin, “is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me.” Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh, god… —— I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack’s Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves’ world—until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers—silently swearing revenge. But they didn’t stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me—cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn’t need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all—and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me—

Kaira Yaren wakes up with no memory of the man who left her pregnant. Just a pounding headache. She's mocked and shamed by people she called her family. She refuses to endanger her child's life even if it means continuously stepping on her. Meanwhile, Damian James, the cold-hearted billionaire heir, retrieves his lost memories of that one steamy night, after a discussion with his sick father about an arranged marriage, which he despised. He hates staying under the same roof with someone he barely knows except it's business related. But since the chairman made it clear that it would be someone he knows, someone he took as his sister, with no romantic feelings attached, can never be his wife. Hence, to satisfy his father about the marriage issues and ease his concerns. He planned to find the woman he had spent a night with. To him, he hates romantic feelings. He was going to find her only to offer a contract marriage. Just a business. As she's the perfect fit— Vulnerable, quiet, at least that he remembered. What he doesn't know is that she's carrying his child. And by the time Damian discovers the truth, it's already late.. His younger brother, Oliver is already in love with her. Now, Kairan became the only thing Damian has ever wanted after falling in love with her. So was Kaira's favorite cousin, Tony. Whom she thought only cared for her because they were family, but it turned out he had always harbored romantic feelings for her. Three men love a woman, each with a special story and bond with her. With whom do you think she would go? The cold-hearted billionaire with whom they had a night together? Or the others whom she cares dearly for. A must-read!

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

"Please, I am in pain." My pleas fell on deaf ears as his grip on my hair intensified. "I know you felt it too, the connection between us. I want to make one thing clear," he lowered his head and whispered into my ear, "Don't get any funny ideas. I can never mark you as my mate! You are a mere slave, and that is all you will be—a slave I can bed whenever I want." His finger trailed down my face and neck, pausing briefly at my bosom, which responded involuntarily. "Just like I will tonight," he snarled before releasing my hair. I immediately crumpled to the hard ground. Athena, an 18-year-old Omega, was offered to the cruel Alpha king by her stepfather, who cared nothing about her, in exchange for a debt he owed the king. Upon meeting the cruel Alpha king, Sebastian, they felt a connection that indicated they were each other's mate. The cruel king rejects her immediately and subjects her to his sexual pleasures. Torn and broken, Athena decides to flee the pack with her unborn child, as the cruel king's palace was not a fit place to raise her child. She vowed to give her baby all the love and care she was deprived of, even as a child, something it would never get from its father or his kingdom. What would happen when she falls right into the hands of a Lycan king in need of an heir? What would happen when Sabastain decides he wants her back? What would happen when she discovers a secret that would play a huge role in determining whether she lives or dies, one that has been hidden from her all her life? Find out in this thrilling werewolf romance novel, "Offered to the Cruel Alpha King."

★★★ This captivating work comprises of twenty–one steaming, exceptional erotic stories. They are all billionaire stories, extremely fantasizing from first time encounters, and sensual. The first story if a POV of a young, sexy, naive and well–curved girl; who fell in love with a billionare unexpectedly in a pub. Their first encounter turns out lustful. She wasn't expecting it to be so quick since she thought the man she saw back there was calm, straightforward and arrogant. However she was wrong, he was handsome, romantic and charming from another view. The second short story is about a young lady–Avah Hall and her Boss–John. They are working at the same company, and secretly admired one another. Their scene is created at a company's party. Avah is always scared of John and doesn't all she could to avoid getting into his ways. Unfortunately, John notices how she secretly looked for his position at the party. Despite being crowd by other girl, who are his admirers, he makes his way to meet her. After chatting for a while about the party, John takes her to his apartment, putting up an excuse that the party was boring. The make some thrilling memories there. Third story is such a passionate encounter of threesome Billionaires into a skinny, romantic girl–Arlene. She's in love with yoga and her husband helped her captive that desire. Unfortunately, Arlene and her husband have an unexpected divorce. After a few months, he invites her for a dinner, sending her some new clothes to fit in. In the restaurant, Arlene finds her ex–husband with two of his friends. Another story is about an Arabian Slut Slave–Lily. She's one of the best romantic dancer across the world and is under control of Sultan Armed–a billionaire in the city. She's his sex slave.

*BOOK 1: THE ALPHA KINGPIN TWINS* Navigating the harsh criminal underworld is no easy task, especially for women. Mira, an unwanted omega born from an Alpha's mistress, has experienced this reality firsthand. Deemed worthless, Mira is sold to the merciless Russian Alpha, Mikhail Popov, who subjects her to unimaginable cruelty. Forsaken by her family, Mira faces a life of suffering and violence under Popov's control. But Mira has a plan. On a fateful night, she seizes the opportunity to escape, taking with her secrets that could destroy Popov. Mira believes she has found freedom, but instead, she stumbles into the lair of Alpha Nikolaos Ioannides, a Greek Alpha with an even darker reputation. As a brutal pack war rages around them, Mira's options grow scarce. However, Alpha Nikolaos makes her an offer: her freedom and independence in exchange for one thing – giving him an Alpha heir. Mira is left with a crucial decision: is she willing to bear a child for the fearsome Alpha in exchange for her freedom? And perhaps more importantly, will she even have a choice? *** “You want to breed me?” He winces at the term, but nods.“Yes. I need an Alpha heir but in my position, I don't have time to go out looking for a mate nor do I want a Luna.” Mate; the one thing every wolf wants but no one seems to have. The Mate Bond is so obscure that many wolves have decided not to chase after it anymore. Would I even still be fertile after all the abuse I've suffered? What tests did the doctor run that she concluded I was fit to bear an Alpha's pup? *** Side Stories Included: Beta's Runaway Bride - Completed BITTERSWEET: The Gamma's Stories - Ongoing

#SMUT SCENE #EROTIC SCENE I stared deeply into his eyes, hoping he would stop me if he regretted it, but nothing—just an empty void. "My dignity is most respected, as is that of my child, Luci... Lucian..." "It's Alpha Lucian to you now; if I were you, I wouldn't cross me." He gritted his teeth, and I found myself swallowing hard. "Okay, Alpha Lucian Pascal, I reject you as my mate and Alpha. I'll address you informally and by your name. I shall hold no connection to this pack, its members, nor to you. I hereby free you from this hideous bond to mate with whoever you see fit and make them your Luna." I bit down on my lips, trying to stop the tears from spilling out, my grip tightening on my dress as I felt my legs wobbling from intense pain. But above all, I waited for him to come back to his senses, to ask me to stay, to apologize... "I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack and never want to see you anywhere near me or my pack. I also accept your rejection; you now cease to be my mate." Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way. I expected Lucian to save me from falling, but he only stood there, watching me. My instinct kicked in, and I grabbed onto the desk, trying to steady myself as the tears I was trying to hold in slid down my cheeks. Immediately, I darted outside, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I hate you... I wanted to, but it was clear: I loved you. I loved the wrong one.

One of Ethan Sterling's closest friends got drunk and humiliated me. Called me a nobody orphan who married above her station, said I'd never be accepted by the Sterlings, that I wasn't fit to sit at their table. Ethan smashed a bottle over the man's head. He announced in front of everyone that if anyone ever disrespected me again, he'd make them pay. When I was pregnant and the morning sickness was so brutal I couldn't keep anything down, he went and scheduled a vasectomy. He didn't want me to suffer through another pregnancy. This was a man who loved me like I was his whole world. And yet — when I was lying on the operating table about to give birth, he was standing right in front of me with his arms around Iris, putting on a show for anyone watching. Iris was the daughter of another old-money family and she'd donated bone marrow to save Ethan's mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiance betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband. In her world, I was the homewrecker — the scheming woman using the bastard in her belly to force her husband into a divorce. Ethan promised me it was all an act. Just repaying the debt for his mother's life. Once Iris recovered, he'd walk away from her immediately. But when I picked up the surgical consent form for him to sign, and his first instinct was to pull Iris behind him — to shield her — I knew. His heart had already drifted off course. The fairy tale of a Cinderella marrying into high society was over. Time to wake up.