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Shaurya was driving his car like mad. Her mind was revolving around his father's word. He reached Kapoor Mansion and went inside running. He went inside and saw everything was dark. Suddenly the lights came and he saw everyone was standing infront of him. He looked at them curiously. Then he heard a clicking sound of heels. He looked at the stairs to see Shweta coming downstairs looking beautiful as ever. She stood infront of him and said ,"You already know what I have in my heart .I have always loved you Shaurya and I will love you till my last breath . For me you are the definition of love. So Mr Shaurya Singh,Will you marry me ?" Shaurya looked at her and smiled. ️️️️ Hello lovely people, here I am once again with a new story. This is the story of Shaurya Singh ,a young handsome man. I will not say more.....To know more you have to join me in his journey. I hope you guys will shower your love on this story as you did on my previous book "Untainted soul that suffered. " So are you guys ready?

Collen McDermott.A nobody. Someone you could walk past without ever blinking an eye. Most of the people who know of his existence see him as the bottom of society.Reality? Reality is always significantly different. Everything you've ever dreamed of, everything you've wished for, all lay in the palm of his hand. A man who has it all yet one could say has nothing. A man who could give you everything, and has the power to take it all away.After a lifetime of mistreatment and bad luck. He stepped forward striving to fulfil a promise to a departed loved one.Little by little each character's past and secrets will be revealed as Collen does his best to support those close to him.A story revealing a darker side of life and love. "Everyone has a secret."Hello just want to say thank you for reading my book and I truly hope you enjoy it. If you have the spare time please leave a review whether you wish to bash the book or say how much you love it, I'll take what constructive criticism I can get =)

I noticed Stacy besides him and peering at her hand clutching his arm, it was plausible that she is his girlfriend. Leo already moved on? How could he and that quickly? We just got divorced three days ago and he's already dating someone? "Hi Margaret." He smiled at me. I was so startled I couldn't speak my lips faltered and my eye lashes shook. "Hello?" Stacy spanned her hand towards me. I peeked at her lips which were coated with crimson lipstick, her owl-like eyes, her flawless cheeks and her remarkable nose. She wore a dashing ruddy gown which disclosed her curvaceous hips. She shook my hand, "I am Stacy Leo's fiancée." She smiled with her mouth slightly opened I could plainly see her dazzling angel-white incisors. She's not just a girlfriend. Leo's engaged to her? Unbelievable! Little wonder why he always kept late nights while we were together. And the rumors about him having an affair, they were really true.

Readers discretion advised. Hello readers. So this is an erotic collection featuring more than 15 forbidden steamy stories. Now I promise you this is isn't the usual erotic book. This one is filled with forbidden characters and events that will question your moral while you stroke yourself at 2am in the night. So thread carefully! Forbidden never felt this good!!! A snippet: "You're so wet, Little Saint. Is this what you've been hiding from me all this while?" He growled into my neck as his other hand pressed hard on my back, forcing my body to smash his, my breast moulding into the hard ridges of his taut body. Like a scene out of a movie, his head shot up and then he grunted, "Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin." And before I could push him off, he grabbed the back of my neck and then smashed his lips on mine, his tongue wasting no time to shove itself into my mouth. His mouth was hot, tender and hard all at the same time, and before I could utter any world, his finger thrust into my dripping cunt.

"Cry, Mermaid!" a sharp lash sliced into my back, forcing a yelp from my lips. Screams and sobs surrounded me on all sides, but no one would save me. Strong hands caught me beneath my arms and yanked me from the water. It was time for Tail Cut. The operation lasted hours. I felt every last slice of their blades, every new tendon sewn into my muscles and nail hammered into my bones. I screamed. I begged. I begged for them to stop, for them to kill me, just ended the pain. --- I have a secret, I am a mermaid. I should live in the ocean, but my tail was cut and I only owned legs. After escaping to Asterion, I hid my identity. I thought I could finally live a peaceful life, until that day I met the famous bad boy, the future Alpha, Caspian. --- I felt a strange prickling on the back of my neck. I spun around just in time to see Caspian prowling towards me through the darkened wings, his blue eyes positively glowing. Sharp white teeth flashed as Caspian's lips unfurled into a lethal grin, "Hello Mate."

No dia que deveria ser o meu casamento... a noiva não era eu. A cerimônia pela qual esperei durante cinco anos se transformou em uma piada quando Valentina, minha irmã, entrou pelo corredor de mármore usando um vestido de noiva branco. Seu braço estava entrelaçado ao de Luca, o homem que deveria estar me esperando no altar. — Sinto muito, Bianca. — Disse ela suavemente. — Mas hoje você não é mais a noiva. Então ela tocou a própria barriga, os olhos brilhando de triunfo. — Estou grávida do filho de Don Romano. Suas palavras explodiram dentro da minha cabeça, e o mundo inteiro mergulhou no silêncio. Como se temesse que eu não acreditasse, ela ergueu algo brilhante em direção à luz. Uma imagem de ultrassom em preto e branco. Nela, lia-se claramente: Idade gestacional — 12 semanas. Meus olhos arderam, as lágrimas queimando enquanto me virei para Luca, procurando desesperadamente qualquer coisa, uma negação, uma explicação, arrependimento. Em vez disso, ele apenas suspirou, cansado e resignado. — Bianca, me desculpa... — Disse ele, impotente. — Valentina não tem muito tempo de vida. Este casamento… era o último desejo dela. — Eu vou compensar você. — Acrescentou. — Podemos ter outro casamento depois. Meu pai, Moretti, estava atrás dele, usando a mesma expressão severa que carregou durante toda a minha vida. Nunca o vi sorrir para mim, nem uma única vez. — Bianca!! — Disse ele, ríspido. — Sua irmã está morrendo. Deixe que ela fique com isso. Meu irmão assentiu em silêncio, como se isso fosse uma resposta suficientemente sólida. Durante toda a minha vida, eles sempre a escolheram, as lágrimas dela, seus caprichos, suas necessidades, acima das minhas. Hoje não foi diferente. Algo dentro de mim se quebrou silenciosamente. Tudo bem. Se ninguém nesta família se importa comigo, eu vou embora.

In my past life, my best friend and I married twins at the same time. We shared secrets, complained about our husbands, and teamed up to outsmart our overbearing mother-in-law—it was truly enjoyable. Until the day I nearly died giving birth to twins. As I lay on the brink of death, my best friend cradled my newborns and revealed the cruel truth. “Thank you, Bianca, for giving me such adorable twins. You had no idea, did you? The twins only ever loved me. If I had the ability to give birth, we wouldn't have used you as a tool to have kids. "You’re poor and have never been loved, so it was far too easy to manipulate you. Even the way your husband loved you? It was all my idea—I planned every move he made. “Oh, and every time you two were intimate, I was watching through the cameras—every single time!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met my best friend.

"Hello Evie, it's been a long time..." His deep sexy voice still made her tremble but she tried her best to remain calm. His eyes stared at her beauty like he wanted to devour her. "Mr. Wayne. " She nodded. Tried so hard not to show her trembling hand and shook his big hand. "Mr. Wayne, huh? It's always been, baby to you..." He grinned. Showed the perfect teeth on his handsome face. God. Why she had to meet him of all presidents that owns a company?! Evangeline got an e-mail for job interview as a secretary in a big company in the country. The interview went smoothly and she was accepted. Of course the beautiful young woman was delighted. But the HRD told her, the president was really ill and his son, the one and only heir would take his place. And that heir was Alexander Wayne. That was also her ex. Her psycho ex that was obsessed with her. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. Will she escape his unbearable love? Or accept his true nature and obsession for her? Warning! This book is full with violent and disturbing scenes! Please consider it first before reading!

J'étais enceinte de huit mois. J'assistais à un gala de charité avec mon mari, le Don Massimo, lorsqu'une famille rivale nous a attaqués. La foule a paniqué. On m'a violemment bousculée et je suis tombée au sol. Du sang partout. Massimo a complètement perdu la raison, criant pour appeler des médecins, désespéré de sauver mon bébé. Mais lorsque je me suis réveillée, ils avaient disparu tous les deux. Plus de bébé, plus de Massimo. Je me souvenais des coups de feu, de Massimo qui me protégeait de son corps. Une peur glaciale m'a envahie. Je me suis hissée dans un fauteuil roulant et me suis précipitée dans le couloir. C'est alors que je les ai entendus — Massimo et le médecin. « Monsieur, je suis désolé. Nous avons fait tout ce que nous pouvions. Le bébé… il n'a pas survécu », a-t-il murmuré. Les larmes ont coulé sur mon visage. Ils avaient tué mon bébé. La famille rivale avait tué mon bébé. Mais les paroles suivantes de Massimo ont complètement brisé mon monde. « Il n'y avait qu'une seule équipe médicale. J'ai dû faire un choix. Bianca… elle portait aussi mon enfant », a-t-il dit d'une voix lourde. Massimo a soupiré, puis a donné son ordre. « Personne ne doit rien dire à Arabella. Elle élèvera l'enfant de Bianca comme le sien. Il sera mon unique héritier », a-t-il déclaré. J'ai plaqué une main sur ma bouche, la vue brouillée par les larmes, avant de me détourner. L'homme que j'avais aimé n'était qu'un mensonge. Très bien. S'il voulait une guerre, il l'aurait.

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."