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Karina, an abandoned teenager, trapped in her parents' debt where she relies on making money at the night club and coffee shop. Further, she became a feast to vampires who kidnapped her for her blood as baptism of the upcoming third prince of Zorana. When things get tough and there's no one she can hold on to, does her willingness to live be enough to escape the vampires? But, what if she realizes the truth behind her parents' death links to the vampire she fell in love with?

"There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH."We both hold distaste for the other. We're both clouded by their own selfish nature. We're both playing the blame game. It won't end until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? We're are just as stubborn as one another.Only one thing would change our resolution to one another. An Engagement. .......An excerpt -" To be honest I have no interest in you. ", he said coldly almost matching the demeanor I had for him, he still had a long way to go through before he could be on par with my hatred for him. He slid over to me a hot cup of coffee, it shook a little causing drops to land on the counter. I sighed, just the sight of it reminded me of the terrible banging in my head. Hangovers were the worst. We sat side by side in the kitchen, disinterest, and distaste for one another high. I could bet if it was a smell, it'd be pungent."I feel the same way. " I replied monotonously taking a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I glanced his way, staring at his brown hair ruffled, at his dark captivating green eyes. I placed a hand on my lips remembering the intense scene that occurred last night. I swallowed hard. How? I thought. How could I be interested?I was in love with his brother.

When they were in a proximity of 20 meters, she threw coffee on his secretary. When they were in a proximity of 2 meters, she hit him where the sun doesn't shine. When they were in a proximity of some mere centimeters, she broke his nose. Now, she broke his vase of a million dollars and he is ready to take his revenge. He wants her as his fake fiancée and act the part but what happens when they are surrounded by people believing they are in love and the flowers really do blossom? Amelia Carter is ready to be the fake fiancée but is she ready for the slow caress and steady hands of Mr. Alexeev? Mr. Alexeev is ready to take revenge while making sure he gets out of the arrangements of his mother but is he ready to take on the clumsy but pure Amelia? What happens when the burning red of their attraction forms something akin to... love?

"Dario, someone might see us," She tried to pull away, with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she whispered. But Dario wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with his fingers lingering on her cheek, and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Ivy's heart began to race as she tried to back away. "You're looking sexy this morning," he said, his voice low and husky. "And that dress...you're driving me wild." Ivy's heartbeat quickened at his words, her body responding to his touch. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She could feel the breath on her skin as he leaned in closer, with his lips inches from hers, she knew she was lost. "I want you, Ivy," he whispered. Ivy closed her eyes, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. He pressed his soft lips to hers, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. As their kiss deepened, she knew that there was no turning back. One night in a club changed everything for a billionaire CEO and his secretary. A passionate and romantic night together led to an unexpected twist when they both discovered she's his new secretary and he's her boss. Can they navigate the lines of power and passion, or will their forbidden love be doomed from the start?

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing into his lips, "but you thought it. Insinuated it."  His hand crept up my neck as he pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. "Never," he growled. The kiss was rough and wild, expressing the attraction we had bottled up. It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

Juked: A slang soccer term meaning: faked out, deceived, confused your opponentSee examples Daniel Zavaro and Quincy Watson:As the rising star in Houston, Daniel has found fame as Captain of his Pro soccer team and the city’s most eligible bachelor. Daniel has everything – except someone special – and that suits him just fine. He doesn’t want, or need, complications.Quincy has baggage, and lots of it. After a tragic accident spins her world on its axis, she finds herself as a single mother, raising a newborn nephew she never knew she had. Between parenthood, her full-time job, and dealing with the suffocating grief of losing her sister, every day is a struggle. When they begin to cross paths often, an unlikely friendship starts to evolve. Feelings change. Lines get crossed. Before they know it-- they’ve been Juked.Contains explicit content and is recommended for readers ages 18+.Juked is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal CreativePublishing Signed Author.

For almost four years without her twin brother, Addison Miranda cannot swallow the pain of her brother's death that still haunts her every night. That's why she pours her every emotion on writing which her brother influenced her when they were still young. And as she grows older, she wants to pursue the dream that settles her from the grief of her lost. The only thing that her mind automatically focuses on is becoming a published writer, willing to do whatever sorcery she needs to perform. But just like any other human being, she stumble upon the biggest regret of her life. Meeting Corpse De Chavez is the start of how she wanted to dig her own grave. It is like in a blink of an eye, Addi become blind of how her success will fall on her hands like streaming waters. She found out that Corpse is a big part of her past that has been torturing her for years. And how unfortunate for her to fall for someone that she’s supposed to despise. Desperate to live a peaceful life, she decided to quit everything so she can save herself from falling apart, even though it breaks her heart leaving the person that loves her more than anyone else. Addison Miranda believes that whatever witchcraft that she's been under, she wanted to get out of it as soon as possible before she falls with it. Because just like spilled coffee on the table, Corpse caused a big mess that no one has ever done to her life. 

Callista Everett seems to have it all- looks, money and status. But despite her accomplishments , there's one glaring thing that she doesn't have: love and family is also a quick to point this out. When she meets Alexander Hudson, the universe seems to present a solution to both of them. Callie needs some to pretend to be her boyfriend so that her family can stop asking her why she is alone. And Xander needs someone to pretend to be his fiancee, so people stop labelling him as a player. However, the lines of 'real' and 'pretend' becomes blurry as Xander and Callie navigate the water of business, love and family. Between growing, feelings, will they still remember to play pretend.

Damon Carrington is used to having his every desire fulfilled. But there's one thing he craves above all else… his little stepsister. Having her would be taboo, twisted and sick, which is exactly what makes it so utterly irresistible to Damon. Since her arrival, Lily Jensen's sweetness and innocence has captivated Damon. But he's not the only one affected. His brother, Aiden Carrington, wants Lily just as much. For a long time, they thought they could get whatever they wanted out of her. They played around with her as if she was a new toy for them to use and abuse. Then discard. But Lily is no longer the sweet girl she once was. Their corruption transformed her into a woman consumed by a desire for revenge. Now Lily is determined to destroy the Carrington brothers, just as hard as they destroyed her once. As the lines between love, lust, and vengeance blur, the stage is set for a twisted game of betrayal and desire where no one will emerge unscathed.

"Good morning, Stace," said Scott, briefly laying his hand on my shoulder in passing. I reflexively shrugged my shoulder out of his grasp, then cringed. A little too late to run from his touch now. A little too late to pretend I don't love it. "Good morning," I said, the words coming out as a squeak. A pained look flashed in Scott's eyes as he withdrew his hand from me. I wished I could stop myself from acting stupidly around him. I wanted to drown myself in my coffee cup. Things were such a mess. When he held me after we did it yesterday afternoon, I thought we were good. Then nightfall came and it suddenly hit me. We boned. After that, I couldn't look him in the eye, much less let him hold me all night. How naive was I? Of course we weren't good. We did it. Boning seemed like the wrong word for what happened. Did Scott Brady make love to me? I don't know how much sleep he got. We had our backs to each other all night. I barely got any, and yet I felt wide awake. "You okay, Stace?" Kenny asked, looking at me with concern. "You're not coming down with something, are you?" Scott and I looked at each other. Again, I was the first to look away. Dammit. "All good. Thanks Ken," I said, raising my coffee cup to my lips. Flashes of Scott's lips lightly brushing up against mine danced before my eyes and I stopped drinking, setting the mug down with a thump.