Booty Call Agreement

It's my wedding day. However, Julian Lancaster shoves me aside when he receives a call from Vivienne Hayes. "I'm sorry, honey. Vivi has an upset stomach—I need to bring her some medication for that."

"You call it madness, but I call it love" "You should be kissed and often, by someone who knows how" He has always been a rich stinky man and also a player, at least that was how he was viewed in society. The richest bachelor of every woman's dreams but never has he given in to any of their desire. While she's a good girl leading a simple and peaceful life and enjoyed going by unnoticed. She always seem to mind about her own business and was also pictured as a nobody but all of that had been upturned when their paths crossed. She was hired by him to take good care of his adopted child, the attraction is instant, but like a flame that lits up fast and immediately, so do their desires. Find out what happened next in their lives. Will love continue between them when secrets are reviewed? Don't be let out, Drowned under his touch.

They say it takes two to tango. A relationship needs two people to make it work. But what if I tell you that it's not just one who caught her interest, but four hot men? She's into four damn handsome men, each with their unique personality. "They call them the Four Hotties, but I call them temptation, secrets, and the kind of love that's worth every risk," Via remarked with a smirk. Her motto in life echoed through the air, "Date more, find joy, don't stick to one boy." Does that make her a selfish whore? Hell no! There are plenty of men in this world, and the supply isn't running out anytime soon. Via Rosalind Hawthorne, a cheer captain at Woodbridge University finds herself caught in a problem that will bring her closer to four hotties. Which leads her in making the operation make the four hotties obsessed with her.

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

After I found my bf kissing his "childhood friend", I got drunk in a bar and my best friend ordered a skilled call boy for me. He was indeed skilled and crazy hot. I left cash and ran away the next morning. Later, I ran into the "call boy" in my classroom and found he's in fact my new Professor. Gradually, I realized there was something different about him... “You forgot something.” He gave me a grocery bag in front of everyone with a poker face.“What—” I began to ask, but he was already walking away. The other students in the room were staring at me questionably, wondering what he had just handed me. I glanced inside the bag and instantly shut it, feeling the blood draining from my body. It was the bra and money I had left at his place.

In a world where men are capable of procreation, a hunter by the name of Felix Laureano, a twenty year old will end up in a place that most would call "The Land of the Wolf". One mission. One mission that will change his life. One mission that will serve as a guide in the light of the past.

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.

Sadie is your average werewolf, except, she has something unique about her. Although she would call it the farthest thing from unique, she would call it a curse. While Sadie is glad to be alive after her accident, the fact that one of her legs had to be amputated has led to her being treated differently throughout her entire life. On the night of her first shift into her wolf counterpart, she hopes that it will provide enough magic to finally heal her leg. However, when Sadie shifts, her prosthetic leg remains, making her a three-legged wolf. What happens when Sadie finds her mate, who just happens to be a werewolf Prince? Will they be able to be together, or is Sadie too broken to accept any happiness in her life. Besides, who would even accept a three-legged werewolf princess?

“This is wrong…Alexander,” Laura whispered, her eyes closing in pleasure. “I know, but you intoxicate me. And I will give you so much pleasure, that you will forget about my brother,” Alexander whispered back, his lips hovering over hers. ************* Laura, a feisty and resilient young lady, marries Ethan Harrison contractually, on an agreement that he would set her younger brother free from prison, unaware that he is gay. In a bid to feed her sexual starvation, she got drunk in a club and had a passionate encounter with her husband's brother, who just arrived after a long trip. What happens when she gets pregnant, and the truth about the Harrison family and their real heir is unraveled? Find out in the thrilling book of love, lust, power, and family betrayal.

I've been married to my wife, Stacy Howard, for 12 years now. She doesn't let me sleep with her unless it's on the 5th or 20th of the month. I thought she was just uninterested in physical intimacy. That is, until I accidentally witness her walking together with her first love, Devin Fisher, on the street on Thanksgiving Day. Stacy, who's always cold and aloof to me, is actually smiling softly at Devin. Our daughter, Tammy Gilbert, tags along with them as well. She holds Devin's hand while calling him "daddy" in the sweetest tone ever. Instead of demanding answers from Stacy, I turn around and head home. There, I dig out the divorce agreement that I've already prepared in advance.