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"Come for daddy, little Eli." Those words from my dad's best friend, were my undoing. I lusted over this man for years and he never noticed me. To him, I'm just a kid. I deviced the perfect plan to get him to fuck me. Soon, the truth is revealed. Will it be the end of this fire between us? And what happens when my dad—the world finds out about us?

Paano kung masira ang kasal mo at ng taong mahal mo dahil lang sa kagagawan ng best friend mong may lihim na pagtingin sa 'yo, ano nga ba ang gagawin mo?

On her wedding day, Elena's groom runs away, leaving her feeling embarrassed and humiliated in front of their guests and family. Ray, the only friend of the groom named Oskar, comes to her aid and offers to marry her instead. "I love you. That's why I want to marry you, not Oskar. I'm not just a replacement for today, but forever," Ray declares his love for Elena. Elena accepts Ray's proposal to maintain her reputation and move on from the painful experience. However, Oskar returns with regret and confesses his love for Elena, even though he is married to Sarah for business reasons. Oskar asks Elena to be his mistress, and they begin an affair despite their respective marriages. But eventually, Elena realizes that what she's doing is wrong, and she wants to end the relationship. Before Elena can break things off with Oskar, Ray finds out about their affair and is devastated. Sarah also learns about the affair and decides to seek revenge. "Why did you accept me if you still love him? You've hurt me, Elena. You don't really love me!" Ray expresses his disappointment and hurt over Elena's betrayal.

Merigold was only supposed to meet the brother she just found. She was only supposed to learn about the father she never knew. She was supposed to learn about the motorcycle club her father founded and her brother runs. She didn't know she was an heiress to it. She was never supposed to be in danger. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with not one but two club members. But she did. Only to have her heartbroken due to a misunderstanding. And she definitely wasn't supposed to get pregnant. With twins. But it happened. Who is the father? Is she going to tell them? H She wasn't supposed to get kidnapped by a rival club looking to take over. Will she be rescued in time to save her life and the life of her unborn babies? Yes, Babies. Will she tell the possible father's about the babies? Will they clear things up and get their happily ever after?

“I’ve been in hell for years, Bella. Trying to forget. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to be the man Victor thinks I am.” I stood up, closing the distance between us. “What if the right thing is being honest about what we both want?” He reached out, cupping my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. The touch was gentle, completely at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “If I kiss you now,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t stop. I won’t be gentle. And I won’t be able to pretend anymore that you’re just Victor’s daughter.” “Good, I don’t want you to.” I leaned into his touch, my own hand coming up to cover his. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

"I didn’t know," I said, trying to steady my voice. "And stop throwing it in my face like I planned this. Bella is my best friend. I would never do anything to hurt her or ruin our friendship." He let out a low, dark laugh. "And she has no idea how sweet her best friend tastes when she is soaking wet on my tongue." **** Aria Grace loves to play dangerous games, but nothing prepares her for the fire she feels after her one-night stand with a cold, rich, and unforgettable stranger. She thinks it is just one night until she walks into her best friend’s mansion the next morning and sees him again; Nicholas King is her best friend’s dad. Aria knows she should run far away, but she keeps running back into his arms. But when his hidden life and her mother’s old lies come crashing down, will their dangerous love survive? Author's Warning: This book is sinfully steamy and not for the faint of heart. Expect explicit adult scenes, a forbidden age-gap romance, and a dark, dominant daddy who breaks all the rules. If you're under 18 or easily scandalized, turn back now. For the bold, the curious, and the daring, welcome to your next obsession. 18+ only. Read at your own risk. NOTE: You'll also find other bonus, short stories aside the first story that are strictly 18+ as well, and contain graphic sexual contentl, hardcore sex, stepfather, double penetration, multiple partners, gangbangs, taboo fantasies, and emotional entanglements. If you cannot handle messy emotions, power games, and men who do not play fair, this story is not for you. Proceed with caution. You have been warned.

I grew up calling him Uncle. My father’s best friend. The man who built an empire, a billionaire everyone feared in business… but who always softened around me. Now I’m no longer a little girl. And when I return home, his eyes linger too long, his voice dips too low, and his touch makes me burn in ways that should never happen. He promised my father he’d protect me. But the way he looks at me now? Protection is the last thing on his mind. I know he’s dangerous. Older. Forbidden. But every time we’re alone, the walls close in and the line we can’t cross begins to blur. If my father ever finds out, it will destroy everything. But what if I don’t care anymore? Because when a billionaire this powerful decides he wants you… How long can you resist before you’re his?

My best friend asked me to conduct a blood test on her before she got married to the richest man in the city. That was how I found out that she had AIDS. Due to patient confidentiality and her claim that her fiance would not mind, I did not tell him about her diagnosis. Later on, he contracted AIDS as well. When this happened, my best friend went online and pointed the finger at me. “Maya Sullivan intentionally kept the results of my blood test a secret. That’s why my husband got AIDS. It’s all her fault!” Even my boyfriend added fuel to the fire. “This isn’t the first time Maya has set Pearl up. She only got AIDS because Maya used an infected needle to take her blood sample!” No matter how much I insisted otherwise, everyone kept hounding me about it. To avoid the fallout, I was forced to move myself and my parents to another city to start fresh. However, in a fit of rage, Pearl’s husband crashed into our car and killed all of us. He was later sentenced to death, so Pearl inherited all of his assets. She then lived in luxury with my boyfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I discovered that I had gone back in time. It was the day that Pearl had undergone her health checkup.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he’d clearly been holding back for years, tongue sliding deep, slow, possessive. Large hands mapped her body like he’d memorized it from stolen glances—cupping her breasts through her thin top, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Every time you walked through that door in those little sundresses…” He backed her against the wall, one thigh pressing firmly between hers so she could grind down on the hard ridge of him. Melanie whimpered, already soaked, hips rolling shamelessly. Marcus groaned approval, fingers slipping beneath her skirt to find her drenched panties. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, stroking her clit through the lace in slow, deliberate circles. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes—God, yes,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. ********** She knew it was wrong, craving her best friend’s father, but it was a sin she was willing to indulge in... damn the consequences, even if that includes a heartbreak.