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"t-they will k-kill me , pl-please save me . Please" She begged in front of him and almost fell on his knee he kept on Looking at her and inhaling on the cigar for a longer time. Red eyed fixed on her teary ones as he smoked out the nicotine stick . He scoffed at her pathetic state , so weak !! Too much innocent but that's the exact thing he hated the most . He hates weak people . "P-please , I ...I beg y-you" she started sobbing hard Looking down while he throws the cigar on his feet and stepped on it ... "She must be somewhere here , get her" they heard someone , clear as crystal . His eyes looked on the direction , of the source of sound . And her eyes got widen in horror . They are coming to kill her and there will be no one to protect her . "Come on Wifey , isn't this what married couple supposed to do on their wedding night?" Timothy said as his lips were ghosting on her neck . Every inch of her skin were shivering and hands trembling in fear. The fear which she faced years ago , when her dignity were ripping apart . Loud scream , yelling for help , when the monster was biting and feasting her like a meal . Layla tighten her lips and cleanched the bedsheets , Hoping this will end soon . "I never admire your beauty Darling , you're so beautiful . Damn I was blind all the time looking at those whores when I already have the most beautiful girl on earth. Join the journey of Laila Davis and Timothy Salvatore .

I, Zoey Carter, it was as if I was born to be punished. An accident, I lost my parents, and that was the day I was accused of murder. All those years of bullying and torture. Without my family, I thought my godmother's presence was a pathetic handout from the moon goddess. But now, I'm going to lose her again! I can't lose her, I don't want to actually become alone, a person who will never be loved! So I have no choice, I need money and I have nothing but a sound, needed womb. Yes, I'm going to be a surrogate! As a rumored murderer, of course I wouldn't be accepted. But this time, I had complete confidence that I was the best person for the job... *** "NEXT!" "Don't go inside!"My wolf, Tilly cries. "He will kill us!" I know it. But No! I must go! Even if it means death! I ignored a ranting Tilly and straightened my back,, look up noble and ready to fight with this jerk and his friends. The door opens in front of me and I step inside but as soon as my eyes meet their eyes. I can see the shock on Tristan's face to see me here, as if he just saw a horror movie that scared the shit out of him. But before I could react his Beta is grabbing me by my arms and pushing me into the wall, while gamma Nicholas blocks in his tracks. "What the F*CK are you doing here?! You murderer!" and grabbing my throat he lifts me in the air, holding me there.

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

“Little wolf,” he said, voice low mixed with amusement. “You remember, don’t you?”I couldn’t deny it with the way he looked at me.I nodded before I could stop myself. “Words, Katherine.” The command was soft, but it slid under my skin. My throat went dry, the rag in my hand twisted as my fingers tightened around it. “Ye… yes,” I stammered, the word barely making it past my lips. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. “You remember you owe me, don’t you?” “I… I already paid,” I blurted, the memory flooding back. My cheeks flushed. One dark brow lifted. “Did you now?” His mouth curved faintly, dangerous in its almost smile. “I never told you if you paid. You left hurriedly before I could.” I took a step back, but the edge of the desk stopped me. “I had to return to the pack,” I breathed, trying to sound steadier than I felt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was never supposed to be more than a stranger. Omega Katherine Hart after been rejected by her mate of two years Sneaks out to the city to drown her heartbreak and ends up in the bed of a red eyed stranger. The Lycan ruler of the New Haven pack, unknown to her. Reign Salvatore. But when pack politics turn deadly and a dangerous attraction ignites. Katherine finds out the truth that she is not just an ordinary omega. But a key to the impossible. Reign would never let her go.

I'm the best plastic surgeon in the industry. Hendrick Twain is a regular customer of mine who has gotten his manhood enlarged nine times via surgery. But after I performed the latest surgery on him, he decides to linger around in my clinic instead of leaving. He keeps showing off his brand-new luxury watch while gloating to me, "Isn't this watch pretty, Dr. Yard? Winona was the one who gifted it to me." Upon noticing my lack of reaction, Hendrick approaches with a smile on his face. Then, he lowers his voice. "What's the use of preserving your chastity, anyway? Winona prefers to be with a plastic hunk like me, who's gone through nine manhood enlargement procedures, than be with you, Mr. Au Naturale." As I stare at Hendrick's face, which has gone under the knife countless times for minor adjustments, I remember the excuses Winona Grahm made to my face every night to avoid going home. Just the memory makes my gut churn in disgust. All of my grievances and disgust turn into ice at that moment. Finally, I take the wedding ring off my ring finger and place it on the desk gently. Then, I grab my phone and dial the number, which I haven't called in the past three years. "Dad." I sound eerily calm on the phone. "Since Winona thinks marriage is nothing but a joke to her, then there's no need for the Grahm family to continue existing in this world."

Mom was a top student at a prestigious school and had always been determined to be the best at everything. She demanded that I learn to walk by seven months, speak fluently by eighteen months, and master all addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division by the age of three. I did all of it. Yet Mom still felt it wasn’t enough. However, when my younger brother, Liam, didn’t speak until he was five, Mom clapped and cheered when he finally did, celebrating his “late-blooming brilliance”. I didn’t think anything of it. Until one day, I was wearing headphones, memorizing Spanish words, and accidentally let the sound leak out, scaring Liam. He clutched his chest and cried, saying his heart hurt. Mom’s eyes turned red as she stormed over and slapped me. Then she grabbed my ear, twisting it a full 360 degrees with all her strength. The pain in my ear was so intense that I lost all feeling, and the fear made me nauseous to the point of vomiting. Still, Mom forced the headphones back on, cranked the volume to the maximum, and locked me in the storage room to reflect. “How could I give birth to such a terrible child? You’re just jealous of Liam. No matter how much I do for you, you’ll never appreciate it! “Love listening to words, huh? Then listen all you want.” But seven days later, when she opened the door, she completely lost it.

To Willa Fowler, I'm not her husband, but rather, a non-performing asset that awaits her handling. When I fall sick and ask her for help, she grows impatient with me. "This is a low-tier problem that you should be dealing with on your own. There's no need to report to me about it." When I burst into tears from an emotional breakdown, she berates me, "If you lose control of your emotions, you'll just show everyone else the vulnerability in our alliance. Next time, I'll have the PR team teach you how to manage your emotions." Even when I call her for help after getting into a car crash, she doesn't hesitate to hang up on me. "Everything concerning you isn't important enough for me to suspend the hundred-billion-dollar transaction I'm performing right now." I spend seven days in the ICU getting my life saved afterward. On the first day of getting home, I witness Willa bending down to gently coax another young man into taking his medication. She opens her mouth in an attempt to explain the situation to me. But I just chuckle bitterly before handing over the paperwork I've already prepared in advance to her. This time, I sound exactly like her. "Ms. Fowler, regarding our marriage project, after a comprehension evaluation, the return on the investment is deemed too low. Therefore, I'd like to officially propose a termination on this project. "This is the divorce agreement. Please leave your signature here."

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

Twin Alpha males are mated with the same woman. They are both powerful alphas and leaders of their pack. One Alpha was strong enough for the pack, but with two Alphas? The pack is deemed untouchable. Anisha has no knowledge of the supernatural world and she is caught in the middle of two possessive twin brothers, each vying for her affection. Confused, she lets them. And the more she explores the world unknown to her, the more she feels in love with its beauty, but most especially the beauty of the twins who are as sexy as their sweet asses can be. Who would have thought that wolves are sexy and lustful beings? As the story unfolds, she is introduced to a world of werewolves. A world where fear, the mystery of her life, secrets, desire, and lust, are daily occurrences. She begins to uncover the dark secrets of their pack, including her life's secret and a long-standing feud with a neighboring clan, and a looming threat from a dangerous enemy. *** "No, mate. You're not getting away with it so easily. You knew it was dangerous. Am I right, brother?" Kallum asked Kazimir with a smirk on his face. I glanced at Kazimir, his eyes grew increasingly intense, and his lips tightened into a thin line. "I didn't think it was dangerous because I trained with Riahbel," I interjected, attempting to sound innocent. However, guilt weighed heavily on my conscience. Kazimir stepped closer to the bed, "We both know that it was not true." slowly unbuckling his belt, his voice dropped into a sexy octave. My thighs tightened and my heart began to heave in anticipation. I swallowed thickly. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. REMEMBER. THIS IS VERY VERY STEAMY.

Evangline Carter was prepared to getmarried to the man she loved her entire life, but suddenly, she discovered that her fiance's heart was captured by another woman who was no other than her stepsister. She was humiliated, face slapped, destroyed for loving a man who despised her. She was willing to sacrifice her youth, time, energy, love and heart for that man, but all her good intentions lead to pain and mystery.Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her ruined wedding with her fiance who hooked up with her stepsister. Evangeline unexpectedly had a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be the rich and powerful Damien Cross.Damien Cross, the king of the Business world, was a man to be feared. A man who was known as the devil as just the sound of his name made people tremble, cold, ruthless, heart of ice, merciless but extremely enticingly handsome.  There was not a single person in this world that dared to offend him. He had avoided many women who tried so hard to gain his attention. That was until his path unexpectedly collided with Evangeline."I need a wife." Damien declared and they both got a marriage license.After so many years of being in pain and heartache, it was now Evanglines turn to witness and experience a love grander than anyone.The smarter, feistier, witter and cunning Evangline who knew how to survive the cruel, backstabbing and harsh upper class society smiled.Challenges will arise, chaos will commence, and a lot of drama will ensue. But then again, what is a love story without interruption? The story of love without any drama is simply just a crush and the story of Eva and Damien was way different than just an ordinary relationship.