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“Even if I have to die fighting for this love Irene,I wouldn't think twice,at this point I don't care about the fame , I want you Irene.”Antonio said as he stared at Irene “All I ever did was to prove to you that I love you,all you do is to shove me away ,why ?,I don't deserve you but please give me a chance”. Antonio cried out loudly Irene who was hurting deep inside, kept silent. “Am pregnant”. Irene finally said.

“Coming up next, Omega 36! Green eyes, blonde hair, curvy figure. A real catch! This one even comes with a bonus. She has a child!” The red curtain in front of us gradually pulls open. I’m momentarily blinded by the glaring strong light up front. Yet I don’t even need to look at those men sitting down stage to know that their eyes are filled with disgusting lust. I can only hold the child in my arms and slowly move forward.

One drunken night changed everything. Seeking comfort, she ended up in the arms of a handsome stranger, only to flee at dawn, leaving nothing behind but her name. Five years later, she’s back, but with three adorable, genius children who are the spitting image of someone famous. When she lands a job at the world’s most powerful corporation, she comes face-to-face with her new boss: the cold, ruthless CEO who happens to look exactly like her kids! Shock turns to chaos when the triplets point at him and ask, “Mommy, why does this man look just like us?”

I fell in love with him at first sight. From the moment our eyes connected on my first day in the new school, I felt the connection and I swear he did too. Something happened though and he has hated me since. Swearing that I was his to punish, his to torture. Liam Hale become my bully. Tormenting me with his hate and cruelty. Making my life a living hell. I want him to stop, to leave me alone but how will that happen when I crave him, his touch and his savage kisses. How will I be able to resist him when my body involuntarily reacts to him? Especially when he wraps his fingers around my neck and whispers "You're mine bunny"

Everybody at Westbridge University fears Dante Cole. Star quarterback. Campus king. Professional menace. He’s reckless, arrogant, and dangerously good at ruining lives, especially Ariana Vale’s. As the quiet scholarship student behind the campus camera, Ariana has spent three years avoiding Dante’s games, and the chaos that follows him everywhere. She has also spent the last semester trying to forget the night he pinned her in a dark hallway and kissed her like he owned her. ​But when a brutal on-field injury leads to a viral photo of Dante staring her down from a stretcher, staying invisible becomes impossible. Now Dante is everywhere, watching her, protecting her, losing his mind with jealousy whenever another guy breathes in her direction. Ariana can’t tell if Dante wants to destroy her… or if he’s already falling for her. But boys like Dante don’t do normal love. They obsess. They ruin. They consume. And the closer Ariana gets to the fire, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away.

Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

Sierra returns to Willow Creek, her small village with a wish to have a simple Christmas with her family. Relationship and love was far away from her agenda after her rough divorce but a second chance came knocking on a winter morning in the guise of the hot, billionaire biker. She tries to run from her feelings but it only pulls her in, rolling her into a holiday of drama, choas and a whirlwind of emotions.

My in-laws were hit by a car crash. I called my husband, begging him to give me some money to pay the hospital bill. He said, "Oh, if you want money, just come out with it. That excuse is terrible!" He hung up on me. Despite how unfair it felt, I had to call him again. This time, a voice I was familiar with hit my ears. A woman's voice. "Chris, I got a bit too much sunscreen on my hand. Can I smear the rest on your abs?" Lovingly, my husband said, "You little troublemaker." His parents died that night. Overseas.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.