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"I am going now but I will come again to claim what is mine. You know better than anyone that even if you don't love me, the pleasure your pussy seeks, only my dick can give it to you." Saying, Brandon pulled Kayla towards him abruptly. Pecking her lips, he walked out leaving Kayla flustered and enraged. Their bodies craved for each others. But they didn't believe in love. Once Kayla liked to be with Brandon but now she was running from him. She hated him.Brandon was hell-bent on catching her. Why did he think that she betrayed him?The journey they started together was based on lust. Would they ever find love?

A marriage of half a decade that Emily Winchester had poured her heart and soul into crumbled in a night after catching her sister and husband lustfully entangled. Her soon-to-be ex releases her nudes to the world, framing her with infidelity. She leaves the marriage with a little more than the clothes on her back, and desperately trying to pay for her grandmother's hospital bills, is aligned with New York's notorious playboy billionaire, Sean Woods, as he's looking for a contract wife. What happens when a single night encounter is all that is needed for the most eligible bachelor in the country to have his sights set on her? Will she just turn into one of his many conquests or be the one woman who claims his heart alone?

Seven Years ago, Inara wells was betrayed by Declan Williams and accidentally injured the Future Luna, and was then expelled from the pack. She was never allowed to set foot in the pack, and lost her shelter and love, and to live alone in the human world, after giving birth to a child. Seven years Later, Inara has grown to become a very outstanding Investigative Journalist in the Human world. She recently finished a news report that went Viral online, catching the attention of Declan, who had repeatedly sent hr letters. However, Inara ignored them, thinking that Declan wanted to seek revenge on her. However, she is wrong as Declan only wants to reignite the old flame with his former lover. What happens when Fate brings them towards each other again?

Silas Jordan drew lots, which resulted in me being chosen as his wife. He hated me for getting his childhood sweetheart killed. Hence, he tortured me to death. But after I died, deep remorse overwhelmed him. After I returned to the past, I first rigged the lottery to help him get together with his childhood lover. However, there were endless new comments on the screen. They were from readers of the novel I was trapped in. [Based on the plot, the male lead will pick the female lead. Then, the male lead’s childhood lover will kill herself. When the female lead gets tortured to death, the male lead starts regretting it. But why would this miserable novel change when the female lead rigged the lottery?] It was because I no longer wished to marry him again.

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?

fter catching my husband, Dante, in bed with his assistant, Angelina, again, I did something stupid. I leaked the video. I wanted the whole world to see them for what they were. But all I got was a lawsuit from the family and a six-month jail sentence. And an essay from my son titled, “My Mother Is Crazy.” That’s when I finally broke. I filed for divorce and gave up custody of our son. The day I left, Dante sneered at me. "Where you gonna go without me, Isabella? It's not too late to come crawling back." What he didn't know was that my mother runs the Wright family—the biggest outfit in Italy. And I'm her only heir.

Carl Grant was going to marry his first love. Although Rosalyn Jones had been with him for seven years, she didn't throw a fit, even personally organizing a grand wedding ceremony for him. However, on the day of his wedding, she put on a bridal gown too, and their wedding cars crossed paths along the highway. As the brides exchanged bouquets, Carl heard Rosalyn telling him, "All the best!" He chased her down for miles before finally catching up to her, and he was breaking down in tears as he held her. "No, Rosalyn… You're mine!" That was when a man alighted and took Rosalyn in his arms. "If she's yours, then who do I belong to?"

She once called him her husband. Now, she calls him a devil. After catching her husband in his ex’s house one too many times, she walked away, pregnant, broken, and done. Four years later, fate laughs when she runs into him again more powerful, colder, and dangerously obsessed. He wants her back, but not for love. For revenge. For reasons buried beneath his arrogance and her silence. But as she fights the pull between hate and desire, she learns something terrifying. The devil she runs into might not be the same man she divorced. He’s darker, hungrier… and this time, he’s not letting her go.

Elise Jordan, a professional hardworking fashion designer who has it all. The beauty and the brain. Elise believes no man can charm her. All in all, she believes love is just fantasy and lust. Little did she know a prince charming will venture into her life and break all the beliefs. Elijah Connor, is an undercover spy who is skilled and proficient in his job. He shows no mercy when it comes to the job he was being assigned to. Handsome, smart, intelligent. He got them all. He was there as a spy. A three month contract. Will Elijah be able to complete his mission within the three months when the job he was assigned to was more than what he knew and which will uncover what he doesn't know about his past. And on the other hand, the attraction between him and Elise.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.