Benny Play Our Little Game

PHOEBE - Holy mother of craps! I had lost my virginity to the college’s bad boy, Asher Gilbert. And, he told me it meant nothing to him. He told me to get lost! ********* ASHER - All my life till now, no one had ever intimidated me. Not anyone. Not my dad, nor the school principal… Not those street gangs… lastly, not the mafia. But this strange girl— a Maserati shows up. Making me urge to brand her, as mine. ********** “Why are you like this to me?” “What do you mean?” “Why are you so dismissive but save me, every time I land in trouble?” He didn’t reply that. Instead, he sighed, crunching the plastic bottle in his hand. He threw it in anger to the other side of the room. Then he approached me. I took three steps back, timidly. His intimidating gaze dropped towards mine. He didn’t stop until the back of my head contacted the wall. Only then did his both hands angle at the sides of my head. My eyes immediately gorged at his hard-on. Flash backs of the night we had together immediately ran through my brain. The only thing I could think of was the way my mouth was wrapped around him. His Adam’s apple swallowed numerous times, making me wonder what he thought of. It was like one of those scenes of movies. Like he was in a battle with himself. But the question was, what was he so protective about? Why didn’t he like making conversations with females? “I’m never gonna change, Phoebe. Remember that,” ********* What is worse than drunken one-night-stand, with the college’s bad boy? Or a cold treatment thereafter? However, one pregnancy changes it all. In this love so wrong, can they ever make things right?

It's Family Day at my daughter, Hannah Neel's, preschool, but my wife, Samantha Miller, says she has to work and tells both Hannah and me not to go. Seeing the disappointment on Hannah's face breaks my heart, so I bring her to school anyway. As soon as we step through the gates, I see Samantha. She's holding her childhood friend—Oscar Barnett's—hand, with a little boy clutching her other. The three of them look like a perfect family, laughing and chatting, as if they belong together. When Samantha sees us, her smile fades, and she lets go of Oscar's hand. "Zach, it's not what you think. Oscar's raising his son alone. Today's his fifth birthday, and he just wanted to give him a little taste of a mother's love," she says quickly. I study her for a moment, then kneel and gently take Hannah's hand in mine. "Sweetheart, say hello to the lady."

BEING LOVED BY GREYSON WAS MY GOAL. Since the very beginning of our marriage, I wanted nothing more than to be the woman in his eyes. But instead... I was the woman in his shadow—watching as he went out with others and lived his own life. So when I realized Greyson never loved me, I decided to return the favor! But, of course, he wanted a second round.

Gautham bend down to bury his head on Sindhu's shoulders and said, " Will you say 'Yes' already!" What surprised Sindhu was the tinch of desperation in his voice. How did Gautham end up feeling so much for her in a matter of a month??? Even Gautham did not know how desperate he was to make her his. Just now when he saw Sindhu make such adorable face, he felt something break inside him at the thought that she will be showing such faces to someone else if she ended up marrying someone else. "Its driving me crazy you know. The things that you are making me feel.", Gautham said with a slightly annoyed voice. Sindhu did not say anything. She just tightened her hold around him and stayed in his embrace. After a while, Gautham finally let her go. He took one last look at her face, quickly said his bye and left. He feared if he stayed any longer, he would start begging her. There is no backstabbing ex or a greedy relative or a dark haunting past. This is a pleasant light love story of two people facing arranged marriage. A slightly messed up wild woman and a very normal clumsy man.

Elena Rossi’s life ended the day a plane went down in Milan. One phone call stole her parents, her inheritance, and the future they built for her. What remained was a paralyzed younger brother, mounting hospital bills, and relatives who promised protection but left her with nothing. Survival becomes her only dream. Pride becomes optional. And when desperation pushes her onto a stage behind a mask, she tells herself it’s temporary. Adrian Vale does not believe in love. As the billionaire CEO of a global fashion empire, he believes in control, strategy, and clean exits. But when his grandfather’s failing kidneys turn time into a countdown, Adrian is forced into a choice he never wanted — marry his manipulative ex or lose the only family he has left. So he makes a deal instead.A contract marriage with the last woman anyone would expect.Two years. No feelings. No intimacy. No strings attached. He is a man who no longer believes in love and she is a girl in desperate search for mean. What begins as an arrangement of convenience slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Between hospital corridors, shared grief, and sacrifices no one asked for, lines blur. And when their fake marriage is exposed to the world, pride tears them apart — leaving behind secrets that could bind them forever. Because some contracts expire,but love doesn’t follow terms. What happens when a deal meant to be temporary changes the course of your life? Can true love actually blossom from a contract marriage? Would their love story survive the test of pride?

Blurb. The candle tilted in his hand, a drop of wax falling onto her breast. She gasped, arching, but he held her down with a firm grip on her hip. “Too much?” he asked, his lips brushing her ear. Her breath shook. “No…” Another drop slid lower. She whimpered, thighs pressing together. “Open for me,” he said, voice low but steady. She obeyed, shivering. “Luca…” He smirked, dragging his tongue over the hardened wax. “Not Luca.” She tried so hard not to say the words, but the wax kept on dropping on her skin, his touch against her body was nothing to write home about. Her cheeks flushed. “Daddy…” “That’s better,” he whispered, another drop marking her skin. “Say it again.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned. “Daddy.” ****** She's 21 and he's 39. Sold at an auction, Mirabelle never expected her buyer to be Luca DeLuca—the most feared mafia heir in the country. Luca had bought her for a different reason, but didn't imagine he'd keep her. Their marriage was supposed to be a lie, a deal for power and just to deceive his father. But his touch burns, his jealousy cuts deep, and every night with him pulls her closer to danger and to a love she swore she’d never feel.

Darren Startan (35) just needed a baby mama to give him an heir so he could inherit his father's gold mine. He didn't care for a wife, just a woman to carry his seed. Paula Rain(18) She needs money desperately to save her mother, who is diagnosed with brain tumour. Paula and Darren's part will cross all in the quest for their selfish needs. But then, an unfortunate incident occurs, shattering Paula's life forever and also leaving Darren in regrets and torture. What will it take to fight their demons and heal their broken hearts? Let's find out

**This book is the second book in the Billionaire series. It can be read as a standalone novel, but it is highly suggested that you read The Billionaire’s First Glance prior to this novel.** I, Zander Cavanaugh, the all-American football quarterback, have done something that could get me killed. I fell in love with the brilliant, curvy mafia princess Isabella Aventini at first sight. Everything about Isabella called to me: her captivating blue eyes, her soft caramel skin, every dip and curve of her voluptuous body was just the start. Isabella was smart, kind, and funny. The kind of girl you can’t help but fall in love with. I know she felt the same way as I did. We were drawn together like magnets, but that’s not how the mafia works. Isabella is a commodity to be sold or brokered for the sake of alliances and has been promised to the ruthless and cutthroat DeMarco family since birth — a fate she neither wants nor needs. Isabella’s father, Mafia Don Salvatore Aventini, has managed to keep us apart by sending Isabella away to finish high school. However, when fates aligned, Isabella not only ended up attending the same university as me, but she’s also my college-assigned tutor. I know there is no chance for us, and still I fell in love with her, knowing it could mean my death.

She came to him for shelter. She stayed because she wanted sin. Rain Mercer spent eighteen years in an orphanage and two more years trying to survive the real world alone. Broke, exhausted, and out of options, she returns to the matron who raised her. The answer she gets feels like a miracle: a wealthy benefactor is willing to step in, become her legal guardian, pay for her education, and give her a future. Rain expects a distant old man. Instead, she gets Lucien Vale. He is devastatingly handsome, coldly controlled, and rich enough to ruin lives with a signature. He gives her safety, structure, and a home so luxurious it barely feels real. He is protective in a way she has never known. Gentle when nobody is looking. Hard on everyone but her. At first Rain mistakes the ache in her chest for gratitude. Then she starts noticing his hands. His voice. The way he says her name when she is upset. And suddenly gratitude turns dangerous. Rain is the first to realize it is not innocent anymore. She wants him. She wants him to stop looking at her like something precious and start looking at her like a woman. So she does the one thing she should never do. She tempts him. Lucien resists her with terrifying discipline. But the more she pushes, the more the perfect guardian mask begins to crack. As enemies close in, old family scandals rise, and a truth about Rain’s past threatens to rewrite everything, Lucien is forced to choose between being the good man who protects her and the ruined man who cannot let her go. One house. One forbidden attraction. One empire built on lies. And when the line finally breaks, it does not break gently. TRIGGER WARNING: CHEATING

My mate, Rowan, and I had gone through life and death to build a powerful pack. Our eternal mate bond had been witnessed by the Moon Goddess. That was until he brought back the teary-eyed Omega, Riley. She was a scheming woman who lied about being homeless. For her, Rowan used his Alpha's dominance on me in front of the pack to humiliate me. For Riley's pup, he accused me of jealousy and called me unworthy of being a Luna. When I was pregnant with our pure blood heir, I asked for his help as I was about to die from the enemy's attack. He turned away to comfort the pup, who only had a scratch on his arm. All Rowan did was leave me with cold words, blaming me for not being able to protect myself as a Luna. He told me I should reflect on that. My mate killed our pup with his own hands.