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His Shackled Lawyer

His Shackled Lawyer

“Hey sweetheart, the more you struggle the more you will get hurt.” She heard the calm but threatening tone near her ears. The strong cologne hit her nostrils making her eyebrows knitted with disgust. A mumbling tried to come out from her mouth as the thick duct tape made her lips sealed. Her continuous struggle made her wrists bruised with clotted blood. The blindfold on her eyes made her tenser, making her unaware of the monster standing in front of her. His heavy footsteps were circling her to increase her heartbeat.
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Winning My Ex Wife

Winning My Ex Wife

“Then what do you suggest- ivory and champagne? That’s practically wedding colors!” “We’re not building a nightclub, we’re building legacy—” “We need a tone that feels rich, not sterile!” I raised my hand, and the room instantly fell quiet. “I want a hybrid,” I said firmly. “Champagne base with bronze accents. And deep emerald detailing for high-tier suites and branding. Merge all three.” Bryan blinked. “That’s… unorthodox.” “Exactly,” I said. “It’ll feel timeless, global, and layered. Like the experience we’re promising.”
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Daddies Underground MC Club

Daddies Underground MC Club

The jukebox is howling some old-school outlaw country, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the bottles lined up behind the bar, and I vault the countertop in one smooth leap, boots clanging on the scarred wood as I land like I own the damn universe. “First round’s on the prez!” I roar, snatching a fresh bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the shelf and cracking the seal with my teeth, the sharp crack echoing over the music. “To pipelines that don’t get us pinched, percentages that keep the lights on, and not letting the cartel turn our dicks into target practice!” The room explodes into a single, rolling wave of cheers and slammed glasses, the chant starting up somewhere near the pool tables and sp
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While Marrying Mr. Steele

While Marrying Mr. Steele

another chimed in, lifting her glass too high, “is it vintage? That’s such a cute idea.” Then it happened. A champagne flute slipped—or maybe didn’t—and spilled straight onto my shoes. Gasps followed, but none of them genuine. The brunette fake-winced. “Oops. I guess champagne doesn’t mix well with thrift-store suede.” My mouth parted, but I couldn’t find the words. Not because I didn’t have any—no, my head was full of words. Sharp, cold, cutting ones. But if I used them, I’d lose. That’s how this game worked. Silence looked weak, but rage looked unrefined. Either way, they wanted me to slip.
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Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I

Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I

“Gosh, that’s a good one. But should we be wasting it on an everyday dinner?” He placed the glasses on the table and began to remove the foil covering and wire from the cork. “This isn’t an everyday dinner. Tonight, we’re celebrating our success in saving Brathellae. That’s worth ten thousand bottles of this drop.” Lea watched as he deftly removed the cork and poured the champagne into the two crystal glasses. He handed her a glass and raised his own glass in a toast. “To save Brathellae.’ She sipped the champagne, savouring the honey and lavender notes as they burst on her tongue. “Um, clever…lovely. Nice. This is amazing.”
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Until The Last Day

Until The Last Day

he added. The brides stumbled in their steps, disrupting the rhythm. The hall shook. Camela held onto him tightly as both of them began crying and counting together. “Six…seven…eight…” they both continued. Suddenly, the brides’ chanting turned into screams. The shadow roared, causing the entire hall to shake. “Enough! You dare interrupt my count with your own?” The floor split wider, swallowing the brides one by one as they shrieked. The air echoed with the sound of chains snapping.
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THE FALLEN ANGEL AND THE VAMPIRE

THE FALLEN ANGEL AND THE VAMPIRE

We would be anywhere together. "Mother!" I yelled and then covered my mouth with my hand when she looked at me. Cedino's demeanor had provoked so much but it'd been a while since she got as mad as that. I couldn't say a word when she turned to me but I had to support my tears by bursting them out. Her scowls before then turned to a sorry face but she still couldn't help than stay where she was and watch me cry. I cried my eyes out.. thinking it would move her but she continued to stand with her head down. At her back was the vampire who continued to stumble with the shackles. No other person would be able to see the glowing part of the chain as he struggled to break them. It shines and shine
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The Gilded Shackle: Rise of the Diamond Heiress

The Gilded Shackle: Rise of the Diamond Heiress

"Tonight is about the future. And in my future, there is no room for shadows. I am officially announcing my divorce from Ivy Thorne. She was never one of us, and today, she is finally gone." Bianca giggled and kissed his cheek. The crowd started to whisper. "Where is she?" "Probably crying in a corner." "Ivy!" Julian shouted into the crowd. "Come out and sign these papers. Let's finish this!" The giant doors at the back of the hall swung open. A woman walked in, and the room went dead silent. She wasn't wearing a baggy sweater. She was in a dress made of black diamonds that shimmered like the night sky. Her hair was down in perfect waves, and she walked with the power of a woman who owned th
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Bound By Gratitude, Shackled By Lies.

Bound By Gratitude, Shackled By Lies.

There was another round of laughter and I tried to open my eyes all the way but the lids wouldn't move past the swelling around them. The musky scent of the damp cellar walls made me want to throw up,but when I gagged, nothing came out. “We should untie her and take turns….” The second voice suggested,excitedly. “Perhaps that'd take her out completely,” another said and although I couldn't fully process what they meant at that point,my mind wept. One of them roughly fondled my chest and the silver chains on my chained up wrists— sizzled deeper into my already burnt flesh as I tried to pull back.
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Shackled To Nikolai's Heart

Shackled To Nikolai's Heart

The gown was as transparent as a glass and I could feel the men's gazes burning on my skin. The hall erupted in a maddening chatter as they ogled me with their eyes. "Fuck. Check out that dish." "Look at the tits on her." "She's perfect. That hair, that skin. She's a rare breed." "Slaves like these are seen on the market once in a lifetime." "I'll make her my sex slave. I've got big ideas about her." I didn't move, I didn't make an effort to hide my shame. The Slave Master was nearby and he held his spiked whip.
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If you loved the raw, unfiltered energy of 'Champagne Shackles,' you might vibe with 'The Electric Church' by Jeff Somers. It’s got that same gritty, high-stakes rebellion vibe, but with a cyberpunk twist. The protagonist, Avery Cates, is this morally gray killer-for-hire who gets dragged into a fight against a cult that’s turning people into immortal cyborgs. The pacing is breakneck, and the prose just hits—short, sharp sentences that feel like punches. I couldn’t put it down, and it left me craving more of that chaotic, adrenaline-fueled storytelling.

Another wild ride is 'Black Leopard, Red Wolf' by Marlon James. It’s way more fantastical, but the visceral violence and lyrical brutality reminded me of 'Champagne Shackles.' The protagonist, Tracker, is this mercenary with a mouth like a weapon, navigating a world full of witches, shapeshifters, and political intrigue. It’s messy, dense, and occasionally confusing, but in the best way—like you’re stumbling through a fever dream. If you’re into stories that don’t pull punches and leave you reeling, this one’s a must-read.

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