Booty Call Agreement

One day, Fisya Jazira lost all her savings and the small apartment she had bought with great difficulty. What's even sadder is that all of this was the work of her lover—Dean Brasta. She, who was on the verge of despair, decided to commit suicide. However, just as she was about to do that, suddenly a call stopped Fisya's steps. The call 'Mama' came out of the mouth of the boy who was hugging her leg. That boy was Adnan Adzura, the son of a famous billionaire—Regan Adzura. It's not enough to stop there. Fisya is faced with many bodyguards pointing guns at her. Finally, a proud and handsome man approached her and confessed that Adnan was his son. Upon hearing that name, Fisya finds out that he is not a random man, but the CEO of a well-known company—Regan Adzura dan the man asked her to make an agreement to be a surrogate mother for his son for 1 year. Will Fisya agree to it?

When her twin sister Eleanor decides to run away leaving her family in a fix, the Andersons are worried that Liam might call off the date, Emelia is forced to go on the date pretending to be the well-mannered and career-oriented Eleanor. What happens when feelings start to spike and the truth is revealed about her sister's disappearance?

"Father, please. I don't want to become Alpha Lucas' breeder."I cried when he pushed me against the wall. "Don't call me father! You nameless she-wolf!"I closed my eyes. She's shy and sweet. She's the weakest and most useless wolf in the pack. Her life was changed when she was sold to the most powerful wolf in the North Land. Alpha Lucas. Dark, strong, ruthless and moody. Could she, a nameless she-wolf, survive his torture?Could she be emancipated from his enslavement?Could she use her potion box to cure Alpha Lucas' incurable disease called "cruelty"? Could she break the chain of her fate with the help from her friends and...revenge?

"Did you enjoy the show?" He murmurs close to my ear. "Did watching me make another woman scream my name turn you on so much that you can't stand it?" "N-no," I rasp, feeling my core throb with desire. "I didn't, why would I?" "Just say the word and that can be you. Give into your desires, little minx, and I'll show you what a real man can do." When Avery King finds her best friend and boyfriend in bed together, she promises to get revenge. And what is a better revenge than seducing the father of her cheating boyfriend? After swearing that one day Connor would call her mommy, Avery begins her plan to seduce and conquer the much older, much more mature, and elusive Atlas Jennings. However, doing so turns out to be much more than she bargained for and introduces her to a whole new world she never knew existed. Soon, Avery finds herself in the world where Atlas is determined to tame her wild and impulsive ways. Atlas Jennings has always enjoyed taming women, making them his playthings, and then throwing them aside once they've served his purpose. However, when his son's ex approaches him and attempts to make him hers, he finds that he's weirdly attracted to her confident and seductive nature and decides that he will conquer her to get her out of his mind.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

“You’re mine now, Wifey. You don’t call the shots; I do.” Just weeks before her wedding, Kourtney Allen’s world shatters when she catches her fiancé in bed with her sister. Her devastation deepens when her family sides with her sister, forcing Kourtney to walk away from the life she thought was hers. Writhing in pain and coughing up blood, she plots her revenge. Unexpectedly, she got a husband — Sebastian Woods, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire feared as “The Stone-Hearted CEO.” Known for his cold demeanor and strange aversion to women, he’s shocked to discover Kourtney doesn’t trigger his mysterious condition. Intrigued, he offers her an escape: a marriage on his terms. But the man’s idea of marriage is control, and Kourtney refuses to be tamed. As secrets from her past emerge and his first love returns, their fiery dynamic threatens to explode. Can Kourtney break free from the chains of his obsession, or will she surrender to the man she swore to despise?

When I take a step to go out of the room, she started to remove her saree. Wow! She is my wife and its no wrong in seeing her. My heart and mind were fighting with each other and as I am not a very good boy, I wanted to see what is she hiding behind that saree! Yeah, you can call me pervert. But hey she is my wife and she is the most sexy girl I have ever noticed. Rishi, a billionaire who is ready to tie knots to the love of his life. He falls in love with his newly wed wife but fails to unveil it and to top it all, his lost love gets back to him. Danya, a regular girl next door of 21yrs came to the same wedding to see her to be groom. She is a very playful girl who has a secret crush on her now husband! It's a story of a girl who falls for a man whom she knew from far past. But the man never recognizes her. Even then he falls for her charms. Let's see if Danya's innocence and playfulness gets wiped out by Rishi's arrogance or her pure heart wins Rishi's stupidity. It's a happy story where Rishi and Danya find love after their wedding with some comedy, romance and a lil drama.

Due to my deceased father, the government decided I may have an inside to the fighting force we need to save humanity. They call him King of the Shadow Warriors. Shadow Warriors are elite fighters, who, after shifting form, have sharp claws and teeth capable of eviscerating a human without blinking an eye. If that isn’t a reason to run the other direction, I don’t know what is. The problem? We need the Shadow Warriors or we die. To gain their trust, I must impress King.My government sent me in a short dress and heels to do the job. They seem to think a sexy body will increase their chances of gaining his help. I took the assignment freely even though my feelings on the outcome offer no comfort.That brings me to the biggest problem in the entire scenario: King will eat me!Shifter King is created by Holly S Roberts/D’Elen McClain, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you think a peasant like you is worthy of marrying any of us ladies!" Amidst the insults and mockery, an icy voice rings out. "Since all five of you are annulling your marriage contracts with him, I, Mavis Jefferson, shall accept it." Timothy looks in her direction and his heart clenches. It's her!

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.