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On Mother's Day, I take my mom to a hotel under my company for a vacation. We've just sat on a leather couch in the lobby for a short while when the supervisor-in-training, Jacob White, rushes over angrily and yanks us up to our feet. "This couch is meant for the guests who have applied for a VIP membership in this hotel! For broke tourists like you, you're welcome to stay in a cheap motel! Don't leech off the cool air generated by our air conditioners here!" My brows are knotted into a frown instantly. I'm about to declare my identity when Jacob shows me a bill and demands that I pay 1,500 dollars for a meal here. My expression goes dark immediately. "We've just arrived at the hotel, and we barely even have a sip of water here. Why should we pay 1,500 dollars for a meal here?" Jacob rolls his eyes at me before rapping his knuckles on the counter in an arrogant manner. "Those who stay at this hotel must pay this sum! We're serving fancy food here, you know! It's your business to consume it, but regardless, you still have to pay up!" Unable to endure Jacob's antics anymore, I tell him to call the manager over. But he sneers at me before pointing at his name tag. "This hotel belongs to my godsister! I'm the one who calls the shots in the entire lobby! No one can help you this time, regardless of who you lodge a complaint to!" I stiffen up on the spot. I'm the only son in this family, and my relatives never meddle with my hotel businesses. Who the hell is this so-called godsister that has usurped my position as the owner?

“This is an arranged marriage, just the other day you were threatening me with a divorce.” Allysa screamed at Lucas but his eyes grew darker as he marched forward, cowering into her space. He held her against the wall,his breath fanning her ears as the hairs on the back of her neck stood erect. “I say many things when I'm angry,but giving you a divorce? It's never going to happen… he dipped his head and kissed her feverishly, taking everything she had to offer as her hands wrapped around his neck. “We're bound for life Allysa, divorce? It's never going to happen……. ******************************************* What exactly can make a play boy, the most wanted dude in the state, the most arrogant, wealthy, sophisticated and nonchalant get married and decides to play cool?? Ever wondered? Meet LUCAS, he's everything a girl wants, successful at 24 and a heartbreaker. When a sexual photograph of a young lady and himself gets to the hands of his grandma, he found himself battling between accepting an arranged marriage or forfeiting his position as the CEO….. ALLYSA is all a man needs, from her cheerful smile to her sweet gestures. She's every man's dream but not the dream of her arranged husband. After the photographs makes rounds between their parents, they're both faced with a marriage ahead of them, spending the rest of their lives together and probably making babies…..but Is Lucas ready to make the marriage work? Is he willing to let go of his ego,his love for the single life and accept Allysa? Is Allysa willing to accept him? Is she willing to overlook his attitude and make the marriage work out?? Find out!

Slippery Cravings In the shadows of glittering cities and private sanctuaries of sin, desire doesn’t whisper — it devours. Slippery Cravings is a scorching collection of ultra-intense erotic tales where powerful, dominant men take complete control and willing women surrender everything in raw, unapologetic pleasure. From a seductive stranger in Montreal who edges a beautiful tourist against rain-streaked glass until she’s begging and shaking… to a forbidden onsen in Hakone where a mysterious Japanese master uses crimson Shibari rope to bind and torment an expat until she squirts violently across the steaming deck… to a rain-lashed Chicago penthouse where a ruthless billionaire keeps a bartender helplessly bound while he wrings multiple shattering orgasms from her helpless body… to a scorching Vegas pool villa where a billionaire developer ties a dazzling dancer to the railing and pushes her beyond every limit under the neon desert sky. Each story is drenched in exquisite sensory detail — the cool kiss of glass against fevered skin, the rough bite of rope, the thick scent of arousal mingling with steam, rain, and night jasmine. Extended, merciless edging sessions build unbearable tension until explosive, vision-blanking climaxes rip through bound, trembling bodies in powerful, gushing waves. Raw dirty talk, total power exchange, Shibari bondage, and intense post-orgasm dominance push every boundary. These women don’t just submit — they break beautifully, sobbing, thanking, and begging for more as they are claimed, used, and ruined in the most delicious ways. No limits. No fade-to-black. Only wet, relentless lust, exquisite torment, and shattering release. For readers who crave dark, immersive erotica that leaves you breathless, soaked, and aching — Slippery Cravings is your new addiction.

"Do you know how lucky you are?" he answered her question with his own. His voice was low and husky as he leaned his face closer, teasing her. Her breathing hitched and she tiptoed as if it could help avoid his hot breath. "What do you mean?" she tried to back her head more into the wall but it was a lost cause. The back of her head was already banging into the hard surface. It was causing an unneeded headache to form. "I mean, don't you know how many women would like to be in your place right now? Yet, you're rejecting me,” "Who said I'm rejecting you? I said I wanted my own room!” "That's the same as rejecting me babe," Chris whispered as he blew her ear, making Jihyun shiver. His words were confusing, but when they registered in her brain, she huffed and slammed her head on his side. Dumbfounded, he looked down at her in confusion as he held her hands tighter, “Dont babe me!” she glared at him and regretted it soon as he had her stare. *** When Chris was stuck between meeting his ex-fiancee and keeping his cool in front of his family, he chose the easy road. He forced his ever-loyal secretary to be his fake girlfriend for ten days. Simple. Easier said than done. Jihyun never wanted to curse at her boss, but bringing her to his family event and making her lie to their faces about being in love with him? It almost drove her off the edge. A disaster! One that she would never ask for.

I got my marriage certificate with the heir of the most powerful family of the city in the morning. By the afternoon, he took me to file for divorce. I clutched the documents and stood frozen as his friends burst into unrestrained laughter around me. “Julian, just because Elena said that, you actually married Maya just to divorce her right away?” “Haha, look at her face. She’s gone pale. Is she about to cry?” However, Julian simply pulled my adopted sister, Elena, into his arms. His voice was soft with affection. “Now that we’ve got divorced, will you finally smile for me?” Elena let out a chuckle. Her cool, aloof face bloomed into a smile. I tried to step forward and question Julian, but my three brothers held me back. My eldest brother, the CEO, frowned and said, “Elena only smiles for him. Try having some decency.” My second brother, the actor, shoved me to the ground. “She’s had a hard life. You have everything. You don’t need this one man.” My third brother, a biology professor, said coldly, “Julian should’ve married her long ago. Stop interfering.” They forced me into the car, refusing to let me stand in the way of their love and her happiness. At that moment, the system that had been silent for so long finally came online: [Host, the objective has been completed. Do you wish to return to the real world now?] I sat in the back seat, gazing out the window. I almost let out a laugh. The tragic play I had put on for this mission was finally over. From now on, I wanted no part in their lives.

For the down on her luck graphic designer, Amy Hart, accepting the live-in nanny job for billionaire Damien Ross's eight-month-old son is easy. What’s not is her promise to herself: never, ever sleep with the billionaire playboy. Damien had a reputation for never pursuing women. Women pursued him. Emotionally closed-off and irresistibly magnetic, the tycoon built his empire believing love is an error, capable of eroding power and legacy. He abandoned his pregnant ex-girlfriend at seven months in order to avoid its clutches limiting him. Amy, however, is different. She neither flirts nor simpers. She draws a clear line, and devotes her entire focus to infant Theo. Her aloofness infuriates him at first … and then begins to consume him. He initiates a quiet psychological war: paying attention to minute details, and uttering words to penetrate her cool facade. Then things change when one night, she is forced to overhear him making love to another woman in the other wing of the enormous apartment. The sound of his muffled, raunchy sounds traveled through the walls of the skyscraper. He is aware that she can hear him; but he makes no effort to stop. Instead of hatred, Amy experiences a swirl of shame, jealousy, and an irresistible craving she cannot ignore. For the first time, she did not only seek to resist the untouchable billionaire. She sought to break him. Within this world of affluence, envious ex-girlfriends, and taboo desire, one question burns in Amy's mind: Can the she actually change a man who built his empire on a cold heart and with claims that he will never fall prey to love again? The Playboy Billionaire's Nanny is a simmering, intoxicating slow burn romance story of psychological seduction, and reckless relinquishment.

Have you ever wonder how it feels to be worthless? Ever thought how weird it is to have more than one mate? ~ Rizine ~ An abused she wolf, who thought she was nothing, but an average werewolf. Scarred by betrayal........ Stabbed by disappointment..... Tortured and taken advantage of..... She was used as a tool for an exchange..... And in the process, her life took another sudden weird twist..... But things didn't get any Better! She was misunderstood and accused of what she knew nothing about! Her life really turned worst, and she was treated nothing less to a lowly useless slave! She despised her life and cursed the goddess for bestowing her that kind of bad fate! But when fate is fickle, the tables can turn around. What if her life has a different aim? In a mess, Rizine discovered she was not just a mere ordinary werewolf. Now, she was reborn to exact vengeance on her late parent's death! She has a mission, a purpose and that is to free the last true bloodline werewolf from the Divine pack's bondage! With this, will her life take a new step and a unique change? It was unknown what life still has in store for her. How bad and cool will it be to have four mates? Would her new journey be soft and even? What if more twists betide? Aren't you bored with same girl being bullied and crying. She will be the one who spank her twin mates ass, tying them on bed with a temptation but what she left them without any pleasure🥵🥵 She is the female alpha!! Now she will take her revenge from her molesters or her sexy mates💦💦💔

On the day I'm due for my labor, Chad Nelson's first love, Lucy Baker, who's diagnosed with depression, barges into the maternity ward. Without warning, she plunges the knife she's holding into my belly. By the time Chad and the medical team arrive at the ward, I'm already lying in a pool of my own blood on the bed. The machine recording my vitals keeps screeching loudly the whole time. But Chad crouches down next to Lucy, who has gotten shoved to the floor by a nurse earlier. It seems that her elbow has suffered from light abrasions. "Dr. Nelson, your spouse is in critical condition. She needs to undergo a surgery immediately!" Chad raises his head to glance at me. His tone is cool and professional. "None of Caitlin's vital organs are hurt by the stab, so she can still endure the pain for now. Lucy, on the other and, has a coagulation disorder. Even though she has only suffered from abrasions, there's a chance that her blood flow can't be staunched at all. This makes her situation more critical than Caitlin's. "Anyway, give the two bags of blood in the blood bank to Lucy." When I get pushed away, I use all of my strength to grip Chad's white coat tightly. He just frowns at me in return. "Lucy didn't do this on purpose. Her depression has gotten triggered, that's all. Since you're a woman of medicine, you should be more empathetic toward the patient." After that, Chad digs out a letter of forgiveness from his pocket that he has already printed out in advance.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

"We are enemies." "That doesn't stop me from possessing you." He breathed and every word he whispered later on sent chills down my spine, "You are mine, Amara. From the pale blonde strands of your hair to your faded nail-polished toes. Every breath you take is mine. Not excluding the freckles dusting your cheeks to the pimples on your face. Your misery is mine, which I shall bring upon you myself. From your giggles to your random nonsensical chatter, I own them! Your darn strawberry moments are mine. Every drop of blood that flows through your veins belongs to me and so does your last breath when I snuff life out of you, watching as your pretty green eyes lose their shine and your heartbeat goes dull beneath my palm." His hand traveled to my neck, fingers lacing around it, and he squeezed a bit, "Who do you belong to?" He asked capturing my ear lobe between his lips and I shivered. "Myself and you can't have me!" I swung my head back and crashed it against his, sending him reeling backward. **************** You have got to let your loved ones know what's happening with you' Amara snow Dardanos learns this the hard way when her perfect world is crushed by a secret she kept away from her family. Orian Wolfe Akanther, one of the leaders of the underworld is given the task of taking the werewolf princess as vengeance for the injustice and treachery done to his kind. The plan was simple, to take her, watch her family and kind crumble beneath his finger tips and then kill her but that plan seems to foil when his nonexistent heart leans towards her and he is at the risk of breaking a blood oath.