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“This is Abraham Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood empire, one of the richest families in the country." The moment I stepped ahead, he turned slowly and my breath caught in my throat. The shock of seeing him again struck me like a bolt of lightning. No… It can’t be him. But it was. Sitting there, casually sipping tea, was him—the man from the bar. The same piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, his expression shifting from mild amusement to disbelief. His sharp blue eyes pierced through the room and locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath freeze in my throat. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The memories of the night in the bar flooded back—his arrogance, his rude comments, his piercing gaze that had felt so unsettling. I stared at Alexander, still in shock. The man sitting across from me wasn't just any stranger. He was a billionaire—an heir to a vast fortune. My brother had been friends with him for years, and their families had arranged this marriage as part of a business partnership.

Comments and Followers will be appreciated. Do not think about it as being my whore, it's more like a job as you will be getting paid for your services.-Kyle. Kyle Hernandez, a billionaire corporate raider meets Nyla Garcia at a club. The two hit it off pretty well which results in him bringing her home with him where the two have sex. Kyle, who is falling for her, is adamant in keeping her around so he came up with an offer he hopes she won’t refuse, Nyla becoming his sex slave. Falling for him on sight, Nyla wants to be with him and getting this offer might be her ticket in. When she accepts, things started going haywire-getting pregnant, a big misunderstanding occurs and his mom coming into the picture who is set on making Nyla’s life miserable. Will this contract let them realize they’re in love? Or will these challenges break them apart? Nyla will soon come to realize that it takes more than a contact to be a part of the billionaire's life.

In the third year of my marriage, I endure a full day of painful labor to give birth to my first child. However, my husband steals the baby to give to his true love. I try my damnedest to stop him, but all I get is a barrage of insults. "It's just a baby! I'm the one who planted the seed, so I get to decide who gets the fruit!" I'm overwhelmed by grief as I watch my husband leave. However, he shares a happy post on his social media. "Mother and daughter are safe." His true love comments, "Thank you for giving me a child, Jaspie. I'll be the happiest woman in the world with you two by my side." Clueless friends bless them and wish them well. I silently comment, "Give me back my child." All I get is another round of insults. Then, I'm blocked. I don't want to endure this anymore. I hire a lawyer to draft divorce papers before making a police report. "Officer, I want to report my husband for child trafficking."

Book 1 of the Blackfern Werewolf Series. Completed - A fully edited version was put up Jan 2024 - please log out and log back in to read this finalized version. It's hard being a half-blooded werewolf… especially when you have no idea that werewolves actually exist. Clementine – I did not know what to expect when I decided to move with my dad and brother to Blackfern Valley in backyard British Columbia. The first thing I noticed was how ridiculously fit and good looking everyone was. Then I started to notice the odd behaviour, comments and how everyone in the town just seemed to hate me. Well, everyone excluding Liam, he seemed like the only friendly person in the Valley… Liam – I was not expecting my world to be shaken so hard when a half-breed moved into the pack. Half-breeds were extremely rare, and often hunted and terminated by pure-blood werewolves if they do not develop a wolf at sixteen. I thought that when his Uncle Jed's reign had ended, that the hatred would have died with him… I was wrong. They were after Clementine and something inside of me could not let that happen…

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.

A boundless adventure is two steps out of your way when one woman is able to handle life on a whim, yet trying to keep it under control can become a mess when four men with personalities far removed from each other collide. Four? It would be selfish of her not to share all of her for them. But make no mistake, impulses have nothing to do with love. It is paramount that you remember that. I can explain the situation to you in a simpler way; a small defenseless animal, cared for by four large dangerous predators. Each of them puts a different world on your back, in a universe of enemies and nothing can go wrong, right? Enjoy before your perfectly manipulable world spirals out of control or they tear your soul apart, in short. You understand. Are you willing to succumb to the most delicious and noxious sensations there can be? ─────── ✿ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ NOTE: COMMENTING outside, on the cover of the book, is important for the work to be more recognized. Leaving comments inside the book, between chapters, is great. However, the reviews, already as I pointed out, will be weighty for the growth of the story. Please comment outside on the cover.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

"Enjoy it while it lasts, Beta." Those words from Ace haunted me after winning the championship game. The way he said 'Beta' like it was an insult, like I was beneath him. I didn't know what it meant, but I knew it wasn't something nice. I never understood why my girlfriend's older brother hated me so much. From high school to now, Ace treated me like dirt, made nasty comments, and looked at me with pure disgust. I had Freya. I had my career. I had everything I thought I wanted. Until I got injured during practice and Ace was the one who carried me to safety. Until he started taking care of me and I saw a side of him I never knew existed. Until he kissed me and my whole world flipped upside down. Now I'm questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. About love. About what I really want. Because the man I thought hated me might be the only one who truly sees me. And I'm about to lose everything to find out if what we have is real.

-LUCIFER- I thrum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne impatiently. It has been three months since the demon seer Greta had come to me claiming that I, the King of Hell, have a mate. In all my thousands of years, I had never expected to come across her. Hell, I didn’t expect that my Father would have even gifted me with a mate, after everything I had done to be kicked from Heaven. To my dismay, Greta hadn’t been very helpful with information regarding my mate and her whereabouts. So that same day I paid the Fates a visit. Two of the three old crones are quite fond of me and usually assist me whenever I require it. “Ah, Lucifer, this is a pleasant surprise.” Clotho comments as she works with the thread of destiny in her hands. “Yes, it’s been too long since your last visit.” Lachesis says as she turns towards me, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Even if I wasn’t here about my mate, I would never touch her. Her and her sisters are literally shriveled up old ladies with grey hair and wrinkled skin...even the Devil has standards.