Bts Favorite Number

My boyfriend, Jules Gray, was the most ruthless young Don of his family, while I was the best mercenary who had once struck fear into the hearts of the underworld. He said he liked gentle women, so I laid down my weapons for love. We were at war. To settle it, he broke my hand and sent me to the Grays' rival family as a 'sacrifice'. "Skylar Shaw, it's your honor to die for the Gray family." Three years later, I returned as the Donna, took over his territory, and blew up his arms ships. When he knelt before me, begging for mercy out of our past ties, I grabbed his neck with my mechanical right hand and fired the gun without hesitation. "Survival rule number one—the loser dies!"

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

"Will I see you again?" he straighten his posture, looking alarm."There's a possibility." She smiled, "I really have to go now.""Can you give me your number?" he took a step closer,"How about, I'll give it to you the second time I saw you?" she crossed her arms over her chest,He took another step and gently put the stranded hair behind her ear. "Do you think I deserve a goodbye kiss?""A what-" before she know it he already crash his lips to hers and the only thing she could think of was how she had been right when she made a bet with herself about his soft lips. Copyright Reserved

His name is known and resonates in every corner of the world, he is respected as feared by many. Max Ivanov in an intelligent, dangerous and very lethal man. No one has ever contradicted him, no one has ever challenged him, much less despised him, or that was before he met Kiara Lester. Kiara, a young, curious and brave girl, who fends for herself and is incapable of being dominated by anyone. From the first moment Max laid eyes on Kiara, he knew he had to have her, knew he would do anything to find her and make her his. Max didn't know what he was up against, much less knew Kiara's true intentions. Everything about her screamed DANGER. But danger had always been his favorite dish

{Novella) He's a famous Boxer in the nation, not only for his captivating talent but also for his good looks. He's one of the highest-earning sportsmen in the world. People might think he has a perfect life but he isn't happy in his life. He was hurt by someone he loved crazily. She's an optimistic young woman who never puts down her smile because her job demands it. She lives alone with her five-year-old son. Though her world is too small she painted it with all her favorite colors after all those heartbreaks that she has seen in her past. But what happens when she meets her heartbreak again and how she's going to confront her past?

What happened when the Devil set his eyes on a beautiful innocent Angel? Alexander Grissham is known as the ruthless, cold, dark-soul, leader of the Red Blood gangster in the town. His family practically owned the entire country and he was the next successor of his father's underground business. Aria, is a kind-hearted, beautiful angel in everyone's eyes. But her unfortunate life leading her to lost her parents at such young age. She lives with her very sick grandma and work for hours only to provide her and her grandma’s daily need, and medication. Aria never thought that one day, she would be targeted by the Devil. This cold, heartless creature trapped her and made her his favorite doll. Will she succeed softening his heart? Or is she actually falling deeper into the Devil's trap?

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

😈 WARNING : This book is a one way ticket to obsession.Sebastian Wolfe’s fantasies are as ruthless as his punishments…and you’ll beg for more..❤️‍🔥😈 One punishment. One rule. One night that changes everything. Bellmere University was my last chance—until *him*. Sebastian Wolfe. Billionaire. Dean. My father’s best friend… and the man who now owns my future. When I defy him, his punishment is ruthless. When I beg, his touch is worse. And when the rumors start—Did you hear about the Dean and his favorite student?—there’s only one way out. Obey him in secret… or lose everything. But Wolfe doesn’t just want submission. He wants me. And the worst part? I’m starting to want him too.

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”