Client-centered Therapy Carl Rogers

“My bed is where you belong right now, little girl.” His eyes dragged slowly over my body, bold and unashamed. “Don’t call me little girl. You’re twenty-one, I’m thirty-one. I can be your mother.” The moment the words left my mouth, his expression darkened. “Capture her. And take her straight to my bed.” ******" Diana has survived a traumatic past that destroyed her trust in men. It left her with one rule — no men, no love talkless of someone younger than her. But rules don’t matter to him. He is the youngest mafia king, feared even by men twice his age. Arrogant. Ruthless. Poisonously possessive. And the moment he sees her, he marks her in his mind as his next obsession. she tell him no. He decides to destroy every reason she has for saying it. He wants her obedience. He wants her fear. He wants her on his bed, under his control… and he doesn’t hide it. He swears he will break her defiance. She swears no man will ever own her again. But when buried secrets rise and Diana’s past crashes into his world, both of them will learn that some truths ruin, some desires burn, and some destinies refuse to be escaped. Warning: Breeding, lactation kink, forced proximity, age gab, Captive, Possessive/Obsessive Hero, Mafia dark world, themes of biting, feeding, or sexual acts centered around blood and power exchange. no raping. ( Fiction written for entertainment only and never ever try what you see in a book, they are just imagination) Thanks

Renacida como la heredera perdida de los Rogers, estuve perdida por quince años, evité cada oportunidad de crear lazos con mis dos hermanos en esta familia. Cuando me tiraron el vestido desechado y mal ajustado de Vivi para la gala familiar, sonreí y me lo puse. Cuando enviaron a Vivi a recibir una educación de élite mientras me ordenaban fregar el cuarto de servicio, tomé el trapeador sin decir una palabra. Cuando dejaron que Vivi buscara el amor y me dejaron a su pretendiente rechazado, no luché. Acepté sus sobras con un gesto tranquilo. Todo esto era porque en mi vida pasada, había pasado toda mi existencia desesperada por la aprobación de mis hermanos, solo para terminar siendo despreciada por todos. Cuando morí en el fuego cruzado de un tiroteo entre bandas, mi propio hijo empujó mi cuerpo con asco. —Mamá, ¿de verdad desperdiciaste toda tu vida en una pelea tan insignificante con la tía Vivi? Morir por la familia hubiera sido un final más digno. Al menos así no habrías deshonrado nuestro nombre. Dejé este mundo llena de resentimiento, solo para abrir los ojos y encontrarme de vuelta en el momento en que puse un pie por primera vez en la mansión Rogers. Esta vez, he terminado de luchar. El poder, el nombre y el honor. Les dejo que lo tengan todo. Ya me aceptaron en un proyecto médico a puerta cerrada. Pronto no volverán a verme.

"Mommy!" Xander and Bella squealed in unison, running towards her with David trailing behind. "Look, we found Daddy!""I was here to pick up a client when I bumped into the children," David explained, still attempting to comprehend the striking similarity. "They mistook me for their father."The kids eyed David curiously, their innocent gazes measuring him up and down.Xander tilted his head, a hint of determination in his eyes. "Are you really sure you're not our daddy?" he asked sweetly.David couldn't help but smile at the children's persistence. "I'm quite sure, little one," he replied gently.Bella chimed in, her big eyes filled with curiosity. "But are you sure you didn't meet our mommy years ago? Maybe you just forgot?"~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the wake of betrayal and divorce, Kate Hendricks discovers she's pregnant and learns of her true identity as Sienna. Reunited with her long-lost family, she rebuilds her life and becomes a powerful CEO.Returning to her home country under a veil of secrecy, Sienna is confronted by her past and driven by a desire for revenge.Alongside her mischievous genius twins, Sienna must navigate love, deception, and forgiveness. Can she find a way to heal her broken heart and embrace a future filled with hope and love?

Genre: Dark Romance, Billionaire, BDSM, Mafia, Dual Identity Blurb: By day, Nora Ellis is the efficient, sharp-tongued secretary to the elusive billionaire, David Reid. By night, she becomes Mistress Scarlet – the masked dominatrix who commands The Red Room. Her two lives never touch. Until the night her boss walks into her world as a new client. David's no stranger to control: by day, he's the ruthless CEO with a hidden mafia empire; by night, he's her most demanding client, unaware the masked submissive he craves is the woman who knows his every secret. What starts as forbidden pleasure turns into a dangerous obsession, one that blurs the lines between power, pain, and love. As enemies close in and Nora’s past resurfaces, she must decide which part of herself to save… the woman he commands, or the woman who could destroy him. Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit BDSM scenes (including dominance/submission dynamics, impact play, restraint, and sensory deprivation), graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, kidnapping attempts, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, alcohol use, and themes of secrecy, betrayal, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised – safe, sane, and consensual practices are emphasized, but content may be intense for some.

I needed money, not love, not sin, not to become a fuck toy. Just enough to save my dying mother. So when a mysterious woman offered me a deal, one night with a rich client for a life-changing amount, I said yes. A decision I thought I’d regret for just a night…. not for eternity. But everything twisted when I didn't sleep with the man who paid for my virginity. I fucked not ordinary men instead. They’re the Velvet twins. Lucifer, the calm, manipulative, and calculative one Raven, the wild, and dangerous one, addicted to chaos. Sons of the mafia king who destroyed my father. They claim I’m theirs, their contract, their property, their future. And most importantly, the Mother of their unborn child. That's when I realized I didn't sell one night of my life. Turns out, I sold my future. Now I’m trapped between two devils who want to own me, break me, and maybe even love me. But when the truth surfaces, one question burns: Which of them murdered my father? Then, more questions stack. But what if the man who killed my father is the one I’m falling for? What if the twins didn’t just buy my body, they bought my bloodline?

Dean Romero is not your average Tiger Shifter. He is the king or the Neta of the Island Stripe Pride, operating out of Manhattan. Wanting to avoid the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, this Neta elects to spend Christmas at his newly built cabin in a remote section of the Pine Barrens just outside of Maccon City, New Jersey. A town notorious among supernaturals for its Shifter ties. Violet Martinez is a nail technician stuck working on the holidays. Asked to make a house call she has no choice but to drive to an important client’s house on Christmas Eve. She’d much rather be at home curled up with her favorite mug full of steaming spiked hot chocolate and a marathon of old black and white movies to keep her company. Resigned to her fate, she heads out in the wintry weather which has made the drive nearly impossible. Halfway there, Violet’s car spins out on a lonely stretch of road and she slams into a tree, hitting her head on the dashboard. Passing out in the cold with a head injury was not on Violet’s Christmas list, but good thing there’s a Tiger king who just happens to be out for a run nearby. When Dean gets a whiff of Violet’s sugar cookie scent all bets are off. This Neta wants her for his own, but will the dark-haired beauty accept him and agree to be his bride this Christmas?

(Rewritten version of 'Playboy Rehab' - Wattys 2014 Winner) Leslie King is a publicist nestled in the heart of Los Angeles representing Garrett Harrison, president of Harrison Incorporated - one of the world's leading real estate and brokerage empires. Having had Garrett Harrison as her client for years, she has grown used to the uniformity in her job - not to mention the uniformity in her personal life. However, when Garrett Harrison shares the news of his retirement, Leslie's professional and personal life becomes anything but the harmonious routine she has grown used to. Sebastian Harrison - handsome Hollywood playboy and the youngest son of Garrett Harrison - enters Leslie's life in the most unusual of ways as she is asked to turn the King of Debauchery into a man fit and trusted enough to become the CEO of Harrison Incorporated. Even though Leslie vows to fulfill the expectations of the task handed to her, she soon discovers that Sebastian Harrison's past is darker and more complicated than what she has read and researched about him. Now, Leslie is caught between satisfying the expectations of her job description and helping the mysterious and twisted spirit that Sebastian Harrison possesses. Regardless of what choice she makes, Leslie knows that there is more to Sebastian Harrison than she could have ever prepared herself for.

The first thing I do after being reborn is dump my devoted boyfriend and immediately say yes to the obsessive man's pursuit. In my past life, my so-called best friend, Sarah Cole, bound herself to an app that could transfer all of my boyfriend's love for me to her. My boyfriend was Luke Spencer. The golden roses he prepared for me ended up with her. The hotel he bought for me suddenly had her name on the deed. The way he looked at me shifted from fierce desire to cold disdain, but when he turned to her, his eyes overflowed with the tenderness I once knew so well. When I cried and demanded to know why Luke had changed, he just looked at me with disgust as he spat, "We broke up a long time ago. Leave my girlfriend alone!" On my birthday, Sarah went live online, flaunting how Luke had rented out the entire amusement park for her. Fireworks lit up the sky behind her in a blaze of color. And me? They worked together to have me thrown into a mental hospital. They called me a crazy woman obsessed with someone who never loved me back, and in endless rounds of electroshock therapy and forced medication, I died in despair. When I open my eyes again, I'm reborn. This time, I no longer feel anything real for my ex-boyfriend. Instead, I play along with Ethan Grant. I find it funny when Sarah opens the app again, siphoning away every drop of Ethan's overwhelming love. I really want to know if she can handle it.

I was the company's top sales performer, but I never clocked in or out, and I rarely showed my face at the office. Two-thirds of the employees had never even met me. Yet somehow, I single-handedly dominated the sales numbers, outperforming everyone else and propelling us to the number one spot in the industry. Then came the day they handed out year-end bonuses. Jeffrey Young, the new sales director, fired me on the spot, claiming it was bad luck that I stepped into the building with my left foot first. When I demanded to know what gave him the right, he sneered at me with pure contempt. "Because I'm going to be the future owner of this company! You just got lucky landing a few big clients, and that was all thanks to the company's existing customer base anyway!" He continued, "Let me tell you something... Kieran Campbell, whoever the company gives resources to, becomes the top seller!" I could not help but laugh. All they saw was that I never clocked in, but they never saw me out there day and night, running around to maintain those client relationships. The truth was, in this industry, clients were loyal to me personally, not to the company's brand. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Melanie Gardner. "When did you get yourself another husband behind my back?"

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”