Bj Story

Josephine fell in love Kurt who came from nothing. When her father forbade her from seeing him she refused. Her father kicked her out and told her never to return. Kurt and Josephine married and move to a small town in Washington things were great or so she thought. Josephine learned the towns ways and wanted to leave but Kurt knew they couldn’t run from wolves so they stayed. Josephine and Kurt had three sons and to avoid giving Riley girls they stopped having sex..until one drunken stupor when she got pregnant with twin daughters Rose and Lily once the girls were born they were sold off, Rose to the Alpha king, but Lily she was sold to the Lycan Prince. Will the Lycan Prince come for her? Or will she run away like she planned? Both from two different worlds will they make it work? Or will everything shatter? WARNING MAY BE SPELLING MISTAKES and SMALL GLAMOUR ISSUES BuT RESt ASSured I will fix them

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.

There’s a reason I left the island. It wasn’t because of the family business. It was because of the girl I wanted, so innocent that my dark twisted life would ruin such innocence. Whitney Isla Martago. WARNING this book contains drug use sex and violence.

If you don't find your mate by the age of 17, you will be forced into slavery. Your fate is decided by The Alpha King. My name is Brinley James, I'm 17 and due to rejection: I am mate-less, or I should say... Slave No. 508. ----- THIS IS THE ALPHA KINGS SLAVE rewrite BOOK TWO, THE ALPHA KING'S CURSED MATE I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THE REWRITE UPDATE DATES WILL BE POSTED SOON UPDATES WILL BE ON MONDAYS FRIDAYS AND SUNDAYS WARNING MAY BE SPELLING ERRORS BUT REST ASSURE I WILL FIX THEM.

At the end of the altar stands the groom, the man I’m meant to marry beside the groom stood my mate.

If you don't find your mate by the age of 18, you will be forced into slavery. Your fate is decided by The Alpha King. My name is Brinley James, I'm 18, and due to rejection: I am mate-less, or I should say... Slave No. 508. BOOK ONE AND TWO OF THE ALPHA KINGS SERIES. Book one - The Alpha King's Slave, Book two - Return of the Banished Alpha King BOTH BOOKS CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

WARNING! NOVEL KOMEDI DOSIS TINGGI - AWAS BAHAYA NGOMPOL ============================================== Menjelang lockdown Jakarta, sekelompok anak muda di sebuah SMA giat melaksanakan impian membentuk sebuah grup band. Tantangan jelas ada. Mulai dari sempitnya waktu, ekonomi, perjuangan mencari modal, masalah cinta segitiga, sampai dua preman blegug yang siap menjegal. BJ si pemuda ndeso yang tergagap dengan gemerlap ibukota harus berjuang mengatasi itu semua. Termasuk perjuangan menjaga hatinya untuk tidak tertarik - apalagi jatuh cinta - kepada gadis terindah di muka bumi yang dirinya pernah lihat, Lichelle.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”