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Slipping my hand in my panties, I groan, biting down on my lip as I find myself already wet. I hold back the moan, circling my clit, as I imagine it’s someone else’s hand. “What are you doing?” His voice is firm, but not loud. I dipped my fingers into my cream, and licked my fingers. “What a woman married to a sinner does.”

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"

"Love me again; you are my mate," Raymond said, his voice desperate. "I will accept you with everything, Aurora. I am your second chance," another voice echoed from behind, pulling me in a different direction. I thought I knew pain. I thought I could survive anything. Being rejected by my fated mate shattered me, but what came after was worse. Alone and broken, I disappeared, leaving behind the ashes of who I used to be. For three years, I’ve lived in silence, rebuilding a life where no one knows the scars I hide or the strength I’ve found in my solitude. But fate isn’t done with me yet. He’s back. The man who ruined me, who threw me away when I needed him most—Alpha Raymond. Now he wants me again, and he’s not the only one. Another offers me what I thought was impossible—a second chance. But I’m not the same girl they remember. I’ve returned with the one thing that could shatter Raymond’s carefully built world

After Vanessa moved into the estate, Mommy stopped fighting with Daddy. Her wolf was getting weaker. I think Mommy was going to the moon. Grandma had left me that way too. Daddy saw us in the hall, his face dark. His voice came out flat. “Fiona, you don't want Serena growing up in a broken home, do you?” Mommy didn't cry and shout at him the way she used to. She just held me, her voice soft. “Wire me a hundred million and I'll stay out of your way.” Daddy froze for a second. Then he transferred the money. After that, Daddy slept in Vanessa's room most nights, and Mommy kept asking him for more. She got so thin, and she wouldn't eat. She took my hand and brought me to a dozen different offices and made me sign papers. She said she was leaving everything to me. I buried my face in her chest. “Mommy, if you're tired, go find Grandma. I'll be good.”

After three years of marriage, James Chancer’s high school sweetheart came back to town. The same day, Sarah Sanders found divorce papers on her desk from the man she'd given her heart to for the past three years. Outside the courthouse, James poured his heart out to his first love,"I never even touched her in all these years. It's always been you." That was the final straw for Sarah. Writing off their marriage as a complete waste, she dove back into her career and became more successful than ever. That's when everyone finally realized what James had thrown away - Mrs. Chancer wasn't just a pretty face, but a wealthy powerhouse. A true catch in every sense. Three months later, James called her in the dead of night, his voice thick with regret, "Sarah, I made a huge mistake..." All he heard was her drowsy voice, “Zac, who's calling?" The man beside her ended the call with a smile, pulling her closer for a kiss, "Just another spam call, babe."

“You are driving me crazy” the stranger murmured, his voice low and strained. “I need you right now.” “Then take it, take the wheel and give me a good ride” I whispered with reckless abandon. “It seems your p**sy is also sobbing?” His breath skimmed my neck, slow and deliberate as he slipped a finger into it. “Fuck me already” I begged. This sin tested like everything I vowed not to commit but too late, I've lost control. For five years, Camille Christopher Hayes played the role of the obedient wife to a narcissistic, cheating husband who stripped her of her voice, her dreams, and her freedom. Until the night she snapped. And ended up having a one night stand with a stranger in the dark. A man who turned out to be her husband’s powerful boss. and his secret stepfather. The almighty Duke Smith. Older. Ruthless and devastatingly irresistible—with a sprinkle of scandal, who was also rumored to be impotent. Yet one forbidden night shatters every lie, leaving the allegedly barren Camille pregnant and entangled in a passion powerful enough to destroy empires.

“You do not know how much I have been wanting to make your legs shake underneath me.” his voice came out barely above a whisper and it sent pools of heat down her legs, her kneels trembling as pleasure seems to be capturing them to its dom. “Then make my legs quiver, Ace. Do it till I can't feel my legs again.” her mesmerizing voice came out in a whisper, her hands reaching out to his fuck tools and fuck! He cursed, driving roughly into her. “Give me your throne or give me your woman” Ace watches his cruel brother, whom he had loved all his life, spill out the most tragedic statement to him. What happens when the three brothers are after the throne, yet in love with one woman, and each would go to any length just to have the woman and also keep the throne? And the young lady who was already involved with one of the weakest brothers, will the love of another erase the thought of another from her? Or will she stay stuck between the three brothers? What would be her fate?

Kira, I can hear myself again!!' She squealed happily. All the pain she felt from the beatings the rogue gave her didn't matter anymore. She finally got her voice back. ' Your voice is back!' Kira said almost immediately. ' Now we can finally talk to our mate' She squealed happily too. All the excitement Haven had felt a moment again dissipated into thin air. ' Mate?' Her eyes immediately flew to the man holding her. She had completely forgotten she was in the arms of this .. This ' Man'. Haven looked at him in disgust. His hands were still hovering in the air as he looked at her, a blank expression on his face. " What do you think you're trying to do?!" Haven could feel the rage locked up within her for all these days started to surface. Just looking at his face made Haven want to kill him over and over again. What sort of a sick joke was Selene playing with her? How can the one person she hated turn out to be her fated mate?

"She is my mate!" his voice thunders through the cold night. The authority his voice portrays shows how powerful he is He is the supreme alpha, the most powerful among lycanthropes... he is vicious,brutal and dangerous, no one can mess with him But right now, his mate is being threaten by this weak creature, he will shred him into pieces *** After the witches killed her parents, she was saved by the most powerful vampires who has two options with her... to use her and to love her But fate later brought her to her destined mate... the most feared lycan and that ruined the vampire's plan for the moment But it didn't stop him, he wants her... he wants to make her his. How can he do that when she is a mate to the power Alpha *** The last pure blood witch, the most powerful of them all... The witch that will turn powerful to destroy all creatures both the ones she loves and the one she hates Many creatures wants her dead before her evil arise while some wants to use her to their advantage Who is she? Who is the pure blood witch?

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."