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"Shut down for rectification, fined $500,000, plus $300 compensation per customer. That’s the penalty from the Food Safety Bureau. Let’s see if you dare serve us gutter oil again!” Yves Larson, a part-timer at a construction site, sends me a provocative text purposefully, as though he's worried that I don't know what's going on. I just stare at the sign that says "closed for renovation", which is hung on the front door of my eatery. Never would I expect that the budget eatery that I've opened for the sake of the workers will be transformed into a blade that's aimed at me, thanks to the very same workers. That night, I sit in the apartment that my dad has left to me before his death. There, I spend the whole night smoking. Early the next morning, I head over to the bank and withdraw the money left behind by my dad, which is 260 million dollars. Half a month later, my eatery is open for business again. Work resumes at the construction site as well. Yves leads the construction workers to the restaurant at lunch. "I've taught him a good lesson last time. This time, I'm very sure that he won't have the guts to serve us cheap food made of shitty ingredients!" What he doesn't know is that the original eatery is already demolished. In its place stands a luxurious five-star restaurant. I stand in front of the main entrance as I perform a welcoming gesture to the workers. "This is a five-star restaurant that offers a private dining experience to you. The minimum bill for each table is 4000 dollars. You're welcome to dine here."

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me. I’ve been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me.” His grip tightened. “I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go. Fuck the friendship. I want you.” I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip. “I don’t just want to fuck you—I want to keep you. You’re my favorite sin, and I’ll commit it again and again until you understand you’re mine.” His lips twitched a little. “You’ve always been mine, Savannah.” ——- Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

The perpetually 17-year-old Rose Cristian has resurrected. Again. She has to. Otherwise, the evil witch Joanna would succeed in ending the world. Rose isn't worried, though, she has vanquished the enemy several times before and will do so again. Only this time, Joanna's become more powerful and it might be Rose's first loss in their 500-year-old war. That is unless Rose gains access to an ancient curse that's fatal to the witch. The catch? She has to marry the mysterious and brooding Jericho in order to activate the curse. Despite an obvious physical attraction, Rose just can't seem to like her husband and he seems to feel the same. So it's always sarcasm and fistfights whenever they're together. Add into the mix her newfound warrior team: the morose werewolf Ty and the clumsy wizard Trick. Will Rose succeed in her task this century or will she finally breathe her last?

“I DEAD SET AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE.” “What do you mean son?”. Luna Amelia asked the raging Damien. “I will not sit and WATCH MY BROTHER MARRY A GOLD DIGGER LIKE HER!.” Damien spatted. “Damien!” “Son!”. “Brother!.” ****** Lucy agreed to marry her werewolf billionaire gay best friend Noah who is bent on hiding his identity as a gay to the werewolf community. Everything was going according to plan until his brother Alpha Damien returned and opposed the wedding. He expressed his dislike for Lucy and swore not to allow the wedding to happen. Damien hated humans ever his fated mate who is a human stole a huge amount of money and then left him. Damien was bent on not allowing his brother to repeat the same mistake he did and so he swore not to allow his brother to marry the human who obviously was with his brother because of his billionaire status. But the more Damien tires the hate the human, the more he finds himself thinking and yawning for her. Damien couldn’t understand what’s happening. Could this human who is engaged to his brother be his second chance mate or was he falling victim of of her manipulation?.

Warning: 18+ Only 🔕🔕🔕 This book is a compilation of two extremely explicit books and intended for adults only. If you are under 18, do not read this. Turn back now. It contains very graphic sexual content, rough scenes, dirty talk, and intense adult situations. ************* I swore I'd never fall for an arrogant bad boy. Especially not the two loud, tattooed, dangerously ripped football gods who just turned my quiet neighborhood into a nonstop party zone. I'm the President's daughter. Prim, polished, and always under the microscope. One wrong move and the entire country explodes. So dating even one filthy-mouthed, possessive athlete would be political suicide. But craving both of them? Letting their rough hands and cocky smirks shatter every rule I've lived by right in the middle of my father's brutal re-election campaign? That's not just a scandal. That's me signing up to be royally, deliciously, twice as screwed. NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real events, people, or places is purely coincidental.

Olivia Holton used to have a secret crush on her brothers bestfriend, that is until he changed. Once they had gotten into high-school his entire personality changed. He forgot that he used to wear braces, and was a nerd before working out two summers ago constantly. He worked out until he was built like a god, got rid of the braces and suddenly popular girls were falling at his feet. It also doesn't hurt when he wears that black leather jacket, has brown shaggy hair and dark green hazel eyes. Jesus the boy is gorgeous but she couldn't can't stand him now. Her secret crushed faded when she realized it was never going to happen with Sean Walker. She gave up on getting her brothers best friend to notice her a long time ago and she wants to move on. She needs to move on but as soon as she started dating a boy, Sean had problems with it.

My biased mother brought my sister, Irene Baxter, to help me with my child. But one day, I forgot to bring a contract to work. When I returned home, I saw two bodies entwined. To cover up their secret, my husband, Sam Hodgson, and Irene pushed me off the tenth floor. It was only after my death that I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for carrying on the family name. "It's better that she's dead. Now my sweet girl can be a mom without having to go through childbirth." "Sleeping with her was revolting; she was like a block of wood. Irene is so much better." Even Irene had regrets. "Still, we shouldn't have pushed her down. She was smashed beyond recognition—otherwise, we might’ve been able to sell her corpse for a pretty penny." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they pushed me off the building. This time, I wouldn't let any of them off the hook.

Don't open if you're not ready to let your mind go wild. Strictly for mature readers only. Contains raw, explicit contents. ——— “Arggh.” I moaned, my body on fire. “Please f*ck me hard, faster.” My mouth wouldn't keep silent as he kept thrusting his d!ck in and out of my wet pvssy. How had I hated this man all these years? Gosh. I felt like apologizing for all the hard feelings I had harbored against him for many years. He had stolen my father’s company, burnt down our houses. I was driven by revenge, became a prosecutor to destroy him but I ended getting f*cked by him and the funny part, I love it! He took me to the moon and back. Was it how he skillfully fondled my nipples? I gasped for air. “I’m digging my cock into your hoe and I’ll dig it hard. Will you keep hunting me?” he muttered, his tone hoarse as he keep on riding my dripping pvssy. “No daddy. I'll become your s*x toy. F*ck my pvssy. F*ck me harder, take me whole, take me completely.” my lips trembled as I kept confessing. My head clouded with the pleasure he was pouring into my body. I had never had s*x this good. A d!ck this muscled and sweet had never visited my pvssy. I'd gladly become his doggg “Argggh. Please don't stop! Harder. Zzzzhh. Ahhhh. Argggh” I couldn't stop moaning.

🥉3rd place in the writing competition "Me and My Womens" [21+, harem] Marvin Rock is the dream of many women because of his wealth and power, but his sincerity surpasses everything. His wife said proudly, "Not only loyal, you are also mighty!"

He is supposed to be my best friend—at least I have been seeing him as one—doing a lot of things with him together. We go to school together, share the same hobbies, and love the same sports. He is my day one, my buddy. Up until after the summer vacation when we started a new life in the same college as freshmen. That is when I discover that I have developed a soft spot for him, which accounts for the way I missed him during the summer vacation. I have never missed Liam like that. I mean, I do miss him but not compared to last summer. I wanted him around me and his image occupied my mind's eye. Starting college with a crush on my best friend is not an ideal way to begin the academic year. No matter how I try to suppress it by going on dates and accepting relationship proposals from guys, instead of it going away, it doubles. Worse still, he sees me as his buddy. He has never looked at me the way he looks at other girls. I know I am a bit of a tomboy. My other friends tell me that my dress sense is a bit masculine. I try changing my fashion sense but to no avail. Sadly, all I am to Liam is his day one bestie and buddy. I do not want to tell him about the feelings I have because I do not want to put our friendship in jeopardy. I had already given up hope Until the dare at one of my other friend's parties _ Evie. The dare for Liam to kiss me. The kiss opens another chapter; I would never have believed in my entire life to be possible—Liam actually likes me!