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Lain Navier Edevane, an assassin haunted by his past, is on a dangerous mission to avenge the brutal murder of his family. Assigned by the dark tide, an organization that controls assassins worldwide, he has no choice but to carry out their evil commands. Galen, Lain's superior, hands him a picture of a girl, instructing him to eliminate target 0351. Lain, with a smug expression, asks when she should be killed. His superior warns him not to underestimate her, as she is no ordinary girl. Lain has one hour to complete the mission, knowing that failure is not an option, as it would cost him his life. Galen handed Lain a picture of a girl. Lain frowned, disliking dirting hands. His superior ordered him to eliminate target 0351, warning that she was not an ordinary girl. Lain asked when she should be killed, and was given an hour. Failure meant death. Lain recognized the supernatural nature of his target, but his tracking abilities made finding her easy. In the club, he spotted the only redhead. In the dim light, Lain drew his dagger and approached the drunk girl with precision. As he was about to stab her, their eyes met and something awakened within him. “MATE!”

Only a quick touch and it made me groan, she was soaked. Her face just turned redded, but as my fingers rested against her thigh, she exhaled and parted her legs a little bit for me. Cade made his way to the back of the couch and then motioned her to walk forward to it, and the fact that she didn't hesitate had my own pants tightening. ------- As Elijah approached it to my clit I squirmed a bit under his hold, but when he didn't move it where I needed it I whined. "Please" I choked out, so incredibly pent up it didn't cross my mind that I was beging complete strangers to make me cum in front of them. --- Three men in need of a submissive, and a woman in need of peace of mind and some organization in her life. After having witnessed a murder, Riley keeps seeing the men anywhere, even after having been forced to think she had just hallucinated it. Encounter encounter encounter she starts realizing that maybe she is falling in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, except instead of one cat, there is three. And very hungry.

I was hired to eliminate the untouchable. Matt Davis, the ruthless leader of Lawson City. I took my shot, but instead of hitting him, he caught the bullet with his hand. At that moment, my existence as a ghost ended. What followed was a swift and terrifying punishment: hours of forced intimacy that broke both my training and my will. I pleaded for death, but Matt wouldn’t grant it. He claimed my submission was the sweetest thing he’d ever known and swore I would never leave his side, chaining me to his dark world forever. Now, I live in luxury, spoiled by the man who broke my virginity, fighting off the pain of my violation and the shock of his protection. The organization that hired me knows I failed and is coming for me, convinced I have the key to defeating their obstacle. They want me dead, and Matt, my captor, is my only shield. In the middle of this war, I realized the monster who shattered me is the only one who truly sees me. I confessed my love, and now, bound by chains and vows, we fight side-by-side.

"Don't underestimate me!" She growled, pressing the knife against his neck on their wedding night. "Don't mistake my kindness for my weakness." "You look so hot pinning me against the wall and the knife pressing me against my neck," he smirked. ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Weylin Turner, the vicious leader of the mafia organization 'The Black Panther' returned to England after fifteen years. At a party, he learned that his marriage was already fixed with the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia organizations in England. But on the day of the marriage, the bride didn't appear. To save his father's face, he immediately ordered his subordinates to find a bride for him. Suddenly his eyes fell on Garaine Jones, a cheerful caregiver at an orphanage. He couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. Finding her weakness, he compelled her to become his bride. To his surprise, she agreed to his terms and conditions easily. Little did he know that Garaine Jones wasn't some ordinary woman as he thought. She was something beyond his imagination. Did the predator himself become prey while chasing his fantasies?

TWINS, that's what Dave left Anastasia with after she caught him cheating. Anastasia left her old life as an assassin for the Dark Moon organization and manager of the Clinton family's assets as the sole heir, in exchange for a life with Dave. Anastasia thought she had found true happiness in her relationship with Dave, but something unexpected happened. Anastasia witnessed with her own eyes Dave having sex with her best friend, Katrina, which broke her heart. From then on, the young woman chose to leave the country and raise her twin children alone. Anastasia dedicated her life to caring for them. The young woman also returned to her old life as manager of the Clinton family's assets and as an assassin. Years passed and Anastasia returned to the Philippines with her twin children after her business partners robbed her. She also met Dave again. Will Anastasia allow Dave to knock on her heart again after he hurt her so much? Will their interrupted romance be rekindled? Will Dave win over her twin children? What if Dave finds out Anastasia's true identity?

Jessie watched Justice North from the far corner of the room and bit her lip. She really wanted to work up the nerve to approach him. He’d been on the news often but he appeared even taller and better-looking in person. Not too many people intimidated her but the man who had been appointed the leader of the New Species Organization by his own people was one of those rare few. She respected strength and courage, something he seemed to have in abundance. She debated the wisdom of having a conversation with him. Justice gave orders to her bosses and held the power to change some of the task-force policies that she didn’t agree with. The chance of finding another opportunity to have a chat with him was slim to none. She wasn’t allowed to attend briefings her team leader held with the tall Species leader. Her opinion was irrelevant to him but the issues were important. She hesitated, considering the ramifications. Tim Oberto would haul her into his office if he found out she’d gone over his head. He’d be his normal loud self and tear her to verbal shreds.

"If I didn't care I would have left you to die but I care and that's why I'm protecting you." Xavier Arivonese A young boss with deadly connections to a deadly organization; mafia. Being just eighteen, Xavier is forced to run a deadly empire and his life has been anything but safe. When he decides one day to go against the wishes of a certain man all hell breaks loose in the mafia and a girl falls right into his hands leaving him no choice but to protect her. Royalty Lemeire A normal girl cheerleader with a few problems but nothing out of the ordinary. When someone tries to kill her one night she is taken into the world of the deadly mafia. She ends up falling into a dark and mysterious lifestyle and secrets about who she really is unravels. Her fall lands her straight into the hands of the mafia's boss and under his protection. Living with the mafia himself is one thing but getting tangled up with him is another and Royalty realizes she that her happily ever after is no Cinderella story..... How will this story end? In absolute rebellion or just like Cinderella?

I stand before the judges at the jewelry design competition and admit to plagiarism. Then, I announce my withdrawal from the contest, along with my resignation as Design Director of Fairchild Group. My fiance, Caleb Fairchild, shoots daggers at me. "If you walk away from this competition, our engagement is off!" My father follows up by slapping me across the face. "First, you plagiarize your own sister, and now you're breaking off your engagement with the Fairchilds? Are you trying to ruin our family?" "Oh, I'm not just calling off my engagement. I'm also cutting off my ties with you," I respond apathetically. I make this decision because I have been given a second life. In my previous life, my stepsister and I competed in this contest. First place earns the title of the nation's top jewelry designer and 50 million dollars from Fairchild Group. However, round after round, her designs are exactly the same as mine, and she submits them before I do. The judging panel gives me a pass because of Caleb and lets me advance to the finals, but not without a warning to never plagiarize again. I refuse to believe it. I switch to a brand-new computer, lock myself in my room, and pour everything into a new design. Yet, when the final designs appear on the big screen, history repeats itself. In the end, my sister takes first place and walks away with everything that should have been mine. The reputation I painstakingly built is ruined, and my name is dragged through the mud online. My parents are ashamed of me. They knock me out and sell me off to the countryside to marry an old man. Ultimately, I die after endless abuse. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the semifinals. Everyone is pointing at me as they stare at the two identical designs.

After seven years of marriage, Kayla Campbell had finally become pregnant. But during her prenatal checkup, she noticed something was wrong. The space to fill in the name of the child’s father was blank. She instinctively spoke up. "The father should be Luke Hudson. Was it missed during registration?" In Havenport's upper circles, almost everyone was aware of how devoted the head of the Hudson family was to his wife. He loved her so deeply that he had once been willing to undergo a vasectomy for her. "Kayla, watching you take medicine and get injections again and again breaks my heart. You're everything to me. If having a child means you have to suffer like this, then I would rather never have one." Perhaps the heavens were touched by them. Luke was a man known for his decisive and ruthless nature. On the day they confirmed her pregnancy, he had knelt and pulled her into his arms, crying until his voice gave out. He had personally handled all the medical registration paperwork afterward. With how carefully he treated her, a mistake like this made no sense. The staff member was clearly new to the job, and she worked at the computer for a long while before finally nodding. "The father's name was blank when the file was created." As she continued checking, her expression changed slightly. "But Mr. Hudson's name does appear in another patient's record. He's listed as the father of her child. The mother's name is Stephanie Campbell. Do you know her?" Kayla froze. Her thoughts went blank. People in their social circle all knew Kayla's background. She had been adopted by the Campbell family. But when the family finally found their biological daughter, they accused Kayla of having taken their real daughter's place for years and kicked her out without mercy. That biological daughter was Stephanie.

“So, tell me about yourself Mr. Davenport?” she asks. I don’t look up from my computer, as I log in. “What do you want to know, Miss Harvey?” I ask her. "Are you perhaps dating anyone right now?" she asks. I look up at her surprised by her question. I shake my head. "No..." it’s true I’m not dating anyone right now. Her smile brightens. “That’s good.” She tells me. I frown, “Why would that be good exactly?” I ask, I look back at the screen and see Kendell hasn’t arrived at the sight yet, I’m about to tell her when she speaks again. “So Mr. Davenport, do you find little old me attractive?” she asks me. I look at her… “What are you getting at Miss Harvey?” I ask her. “Come humor me…” she tilts her head. I sigh. “I’d be a fool not to find you attractive, though I don’t know how that’s of any pertinence to right now." I tell her. She smiles. “So what do you say Mr. Davenport, or can I call you Blake?” I ask her. I have no idea what she’s up to. I choose to ignore her. She moves closer to me. “Come on now, don’t ignore me.” she says. I look at her, a little dress that leaves little to the imagination. She’s leaning onto the desk giving me a full view of her breasts. Is she hitting on me? She is hitting on me right? “So how sturdy is this desk exactly?” she asks. I take her in, it’s been four years since I’ve so much as touched a woman sexually. Hell I can’t even tell if she’s flirting with me.