Burned Anakin Skywalker

Sofia Russo dashed into the elevator, running late for work. But as soon as the doors closed, she found herself face-to-face with the notorious mafia don, Luca Greco. Her heart raced as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "Two minutes before the elevator stops. Enough time for a quickie." Sofia was taken aback, disgusted by his brazen proposition. She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess." Sofia was lost in the intensity of his gaze, but she knew better than to fall for a man like him. She'd been burned before and had no intention of repeating the same mistake.

“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous. “Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.” His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through. “On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.” Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along. These are chances to watch good girls give in, bad girls take control, and men break every rule to have them. Stepbrothers, bosses, best friend’s fathers, priests, professors, dangerous strangers each story pushes the line between resistance and surrender. Dirty, addictive, and impossible to put down, this mature collection will leave you wet, aching, and hungry for more.

The butler's son took my secondary credit card and burned through my money so he could play the part of a trust-fund prince everyone envied. He made me, his employer's real daughter, bring him lunch every day and run errands for him. In front of his classmates, he smeared me as his family's servant and a desperate girl chasing after him. He even stole my family's heirloom jewelry to impress the campus belle. I finally hit my limit. I decided to give him a lump sum and cut ties completely, treating it as payment for the life-saving favor he once gave me. But after I brought it up, he and his father poisoned my family's food and seized every bit of our property for themselves. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my college classroom. Facing the butler's son, who was still flashing the wealth he stole from me, I took his card and cut it in half. "If you keep pretending like this, your butler dad's salary won't cover the act."

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

Bloody Billionaire. Felisha Evan Is a beautiful young lady who came from a fairly wealthy family. When her family lost everything, she embarked on a quest to find a better life for her and her family no matter what it takes even if it meant she’ll have to be an escort. It turns out that she was not the only one who is looking for Greener pastures, 3 other ladies were invited to the Wilston Mansion where they would be tested until one of them finally gets chosen to keep the young Wilston company. Mr. Dante Wilston is a billionaire who loves to have fun and please his sexual desires, he collects girls from all over the country and sleeps with one each night. But since he was no ordinary man, possessed by a vampiric ancient demon, he used these ladies and end up sucking their blood and soul then have their body burned it otherwise disposed of without giving them the promised money. He was at it again until he met someone who’s blood was hard for him to digest at first so he could not drain her but later ended up falling in love with her. PS: 1 Book of the Bloody Billionaire Series.

The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle. He looked like a man who’d never heard the word ‘no’ in all his life. Unluckily for him, ‘no’ was the only word she had. “There's no reason why I should stay,” Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. “I’m not marrying you.” His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further. “But you haven’t heard my proposal yet,” he said mildly. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” “I don’t need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no.” “Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven’t, in fact, heard me out…. Anna.”

"Hubby, I am hungry."   He looked at her with a gaze full of tenderness and asked, "What do you want to eat?" He asked her.   "You..." she said shyly to him. She said her face was red.   Hubby, I love you so much."   "Hubby, how do I look?"   "Hubby this, Hubby that..." ….. Olivia Fred was happy; her life was going smoothly and happily. She has her best friend with her, as well as the man she is in love with. But her beautiful world suddenly collapsed when she realized everything was a scheme. A scheme between her best friend and The man she loves the most, she had fallen into their trap and schemes; it was too late when she found out. She was burned alive by them, and the man she hated the most and did not even expect was there with her when she was dying.   She vowed that if she was given a second chance, she would avenge her death and show her enemies that she was not to be toyed with. She also vowed to love Alex with all of her heart. Her wish was granted, and she was brought back to six years ago, when she was about to leave Alex. She started clinging to Alex after her rebirth.   This is an original book, not translated.  

Life is unfair, that's what Helga Novalie thought, living in poverty and torture from her drunk and gambler father. The girl had to sacrifice everything, her job and her future. Even the hope of getting out of that hell felt impossible. However, one night Helga accidentally witnessed a car accident where the female driver tried to save Helga but in vain. Who would have thought that it was the beginning of how Helga got out of the hell created by her father? However, Helga never knew that a new, colder, and more thrilling hell was waiting for her when Zean Wilder made Helga his replacement wife. A famous billionaire like Zean could not possibly be involved in the dark mafia world. Helga, who was trying to get out of that cold and dark hell, learned that the woman she had saved and given the necklace to was Helga's older sister who had long since left with their mother. Feelings of anger and revenge burned in Helga's heart and she swore to find whoever killed her older sister. However, Helga's existence is threatened because of a secret hidden in her necklace. Can Helga find her happiness amidst the hell that always surrounds her, and conquer Zean's cold and empty heart? Who would have thought that something big was waiting for them both?

My mate, Raelor Thorne, is the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He once swore that in this lifetime, he would mark only me. Yet one month before our marking ceremony, he insisted that he must first mark with Seraphine Morcant, his late brother's mate. He claimed it was to comfort her and preserve his brother's bloodline. He said he would help her conceive an heir, so the line would not die. I refused. He brought it up every day after that, pressing harder each time, leaving me no room to breathe. Then, half a month before the ceremony, I received a report from the Pack Healing Sanctum. It stated clearly that Seraphine had already been marked and was nearly one month pregnant. In that moment, I finally understood. Raelor had never intended to ask for my consent. So I canceled the marking ceremony. I burned every token that tied us together. On the day we were meant to bind our lives, I left Silvermoon Territory alone. I traveled to the Obsidian Pack to further my mastery of healing arts and formally accepted the position of Chief Healer within their Order. From that day forward, there would be nothing left between Raelor and me. No bond. No mercy. No return.

Reader discretion advised. Adults 18+ only. Alisa Verene was the stain on her family's name—the illegitimate daughter of House Verene, forever living in the shadow of her perfect half-sister. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much of herself she gave, she was never enough. Love, praise, and pride were reserved for Naomi. Until him. Victor Ravencroft, the second son of a powerful house, saw her—cherished her—and for the first time in her life, Alisa believed she could be wanted. Loved. But love, too, was a lie. Naomi destroyed her marriage with a single revelation: she was carrying Victor’s child. The affair hadn’t started after the wedding—it had never ended. Alisa had been nothing more than a pawn, a convenient gateway to the woman Victor truly desired. He married her not out of love, but proximity. A sister’s castoff. A wife in name only. Shattered, humiliated, and burned by betrayal, Alisa refused to fall quietly. She demanded a divorce—and with vengeance in her veins, she did the unthinkable. She turned to Leo Ravencroft, Victor’s older brother, the cold and untouchable heir. And with steady eyes and a broken heart, she asked him for a favor that would set the entire Ravencroft name ablaze: A fake marriage. A lie to rival the one that ruined her.