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Gilbert Pierce, my wife's male trainee, bragged that he could disarm a bomb just by relying on his senses and with his eyes closed. However, he misjudged it and triggered the bomb's secondary detonation sequence. I stepped in at the last second and used the most dangerous method available, liquid nitrogen flash cooling, to save the entire building. Gilbert was pulled off frontline duty and placed on suspension for review. My wife, Jasmine Clem, tried to speak up for him, but I stopped her cold. "If you defend him now, you won't save him. You'll just get dragged down and suspended alongside him." Unable to handle the pressure, Gilbert blew himself up in an accident. In his suicide note, he accused Jasmine of choosing self-preservation when he needed her most. Jasmine said nothing. She only locked that letter away in her study. Years later, Jasmine became a nationally renowned bomb disposal expert. During a terrorist attack, I was captured and strapped with a timed explosive. Jasmine came to the scene personally to defuse it, but right in front of me, she repeated the exact same mistake her trainee had made years ago. She watched the countdown and smiled lightly at me. "See? He was just nervous back then. If I had encouraged him, he'd be a hero now." The bomb detonated, and I was blown apart. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment she was about to defend Gilbert. She didn't know that inside that building sat the nation's most classified core servers.

My mom is a retired supermodel. She's added a monitor to the weight scales at home so that she can monitor my and my sister, Abigail Teller's perfect body weight. If my data goes up by 0.1%, Mom will ban me from eating for the next three days. But the thing is, Abigail keeps eating fried chicken every day, yet her monitor's light is always green. Mom claims that Abigail's still going through puberty. I defend myself, saying that I've gained weight because of the bloating caused by my period. As Mom points at the red light emitted by my monitor, she exclaims, "The data is never wrong! If you've gained weight, that means you've been snacking far too much!" After getting punished many times, I begin believing that being fat is a sin. On the night of my 20th birthday, the long-term diet I've been placed on has triggered my kidney failure, which causes me to bloat up everywhere. I kneel on the floor and plead to Mom that I'm seriously ill. But that's when the monitor lets out a shrill alarm. When Mom sees the 5% increase in my body fat data, she puts me through a devillish punishment. I can feel the electric currents jolting through my body. "It's bad enough that you've secretly snacked on cake, but to even lie in my face about your illness? I'd like to see how long you can stay stubborn for!" Having said her piece, Mom locks the door and takes Abigail out to celebrate her birthday. I guess Mom is correct. Monitors never lie. I'm the one who's at the wrong for being a glutton. That's why I've transformed into a monster who doesn't deserve any love at all. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll only drink water in my next life.

I could see the countdown above a person’s head when they had already decided to leave their partner. The day my father’s countdown hit zero, he slapped a lawyer’s letter on the breakfast table and walked out on my mother and me. The day my best friend’s countdown hit zero, she finally threw her parasite of a boyfriend out of her apartment and changed the locks before sunset. That was why I’d always been terrified of seeing a countdown above my fiancé, Lucian Bellandi. Luckily, for seven years by his side, the space above his head had stayed clean. Lucian was the youngest Don the Bellandi family had ever seen. He owned the docks, the casinos, and half the South Side’s dirty money, yet he saved every soft part of himself for me. Until last month, when he picked me up after a family auction. I looked up and saw blood-red numbers stabbing into my eyes. [702 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes.] Less than two years. My heart tightened like a cold hand had closed around it. I started searching for an answer like a woman losing her mind. Had I done something wrong? Then, during a blizzard by the lake, we ran into Mia Crane at the back entrance of the Bellandi Hotel. Lucian had just brought her into his charity foundation as a new assistant. Snow clung to her hair and lashes. She was shivering from head to toe, but her smile was bright and painfully innocent. Lucian pulled a black silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to her. His face was calm. There was nothing openly improper in the gesture. But in that exact second, the countdown above his head jumped. [327 days, 4 hours, 47 minutes.] More than three hundred days, gone. And I knew I had found the reason.

In "Fated Encounter: We Meet Again," Annabelle's sole purpose is to seek justice against those who tore her family apart. However, when she encounters the enigmatic and attractive Xander Lennox, she becomes determined to conquer his heart. Little does she know that Xander holds secrets about her past, leading her to question whether to choose love or pursue her quest for justice. Xander is portrayed as a loving brother and son, yet he conceals a ruthless side of being a mafia boss. He shields Annabelle from the truth, fearing it may jeopardize their bond. But as the saying goes, the truth always finds its way to the surface. If you're intrigued by this tale of love, justice, and hidden truths, consider adding it to your library. I would greatly appreciate your comments and reviews. Please note that the cover image belongs to the author. Do not use it!!

All her life, Sofia believed her father was an honorable man. Until one night, armed men burst into her apartment, and a cursed name was spoken in a voice like steel: Marco Vallardi. “Your father stole millions from us,” said the feared mafia boss with a dangerous smile. “And now, you’re going to pay it back.” Sofia Russo, a brilliant but naïve accountant, is forced to work for the most feared man in New York. What begins as a matter of survival soon turns into something darker... and far more dangerous. Marco isn’t just her enemy—he’s her only ally in a world of betrayal, blood money, and buried family secrets. As she unravels her father’s past, Sofia uncovers something more deadly than any debt: someone inside the Vallardi family is leaking information to their ruthless rivals, the Cortez. And the traitor’s face is far more familiar than she ever expected. He offered her a threat. She gave him a choice. Now, they’re bound by far more than numbers. And in a world where love can be as lethal as a bullet, Sofia must decide whether to save Marco… or save herself.

WARNING: For Mature Readers Only Unapologetic, explicit erotica. No cuts, no mercy. Graphic language, raw desire, dominant/submissive dynamics, intoxicating risk, forbidden lines crossed, age-gap heat, infidelity thrills, group indulgence, public edge, outdoor surrender, intense power play, and relentless, dripping pleasure. These stories exist to set you on fire and keep you burning. If that’s not what you came for, walk away now. Once you start, there’s only one way out, you being completely consumed. Open, read and burn with desire. 18+ only.

18+ Explicit content, very explicit! Reader’s discretion fully advised! This is a collection of some of the steamiest, freakiest, and darkest fantasy. From reverse harem, to age gap to Bdsm, rough scenes, taboo relationships, supernatural, etc. It contains different collections of erotic short stories. If you're uncomfortable with it, please don't read. They say desire speaks a universal language… These stories prove it. What happens when touch is the only truth left? In this compilation of sensual short stories, women find connection in the most unexpected places.,. with strangers, with aliens, with the unknown parts of themselves. Each story peels back the layers of longing, blending sensuality with emotion, and desire with discovery. It’s not just about pleasure. It’s about awakening. This is a collection of short, intoxicating tales that blur the line between passion and danger, fantasy and reality. Every story burns with longing, breathes with temptation, and reminds you that surrender can be the most human thing of all.

Being the daughter of a mafia boss and an assassin has led to an interesting life for Dasha Hatzis. The blood and knowledge of the women who came before her, taught her that if she’s going to be the only woman in a room full of men, to make sure she's the deadliest thing in that room. After finishing up a contract that ended with surprising results, she thinks that's the end of the matter. But what happens when her prey suddenly becomes her ally? Dasha finds herself teaming up with an unlikely partner as they attempt to stop a plot that has assassins unknowingly targeting other assassins . Tension and attractions rise, friends become enemies, and everything will be put on the line as Dasha fights to stay alive and secure her legacy as the infamous assassin known as Aconite. Codename: Aconite is the second book in the Codename trilogy and acts as a prequel to book 1. It can be read as a standalone book.

I still have a week before my due date when a truck suddenly hits me, sending me flying several feet and leaving me bleeding profusely on the ground. As I lose consciousness, I call my husband, Wallace Brown, begging him to rush over and save our unborn child, only for him to reply coldly, "It's Beth's 18th birthday party today, Meryl. You can't seriously be pulling one of your stunts on a day like this, can you?" In the next instant, I hear my son, Daniel Brown, exclaiming, "You're always using the baby to threaten us, Mommy! I really hate it when you do that!" Wallace stresses the importance of Beth's birthday party again, demands that I attend immediately, and then hangs up on me. With a pool of blood spreading beneath me, I close my eyes, overcome by despair. When I open my eyes again, I am met by the sight of a death certificate. The doctor delivers a crushing pronouncement. "I'm sorry, but if you had gotten here sooner, we might have been able to save the baby's life…" I look at the death certificate, feeling as though my heart died with my baby. I finally decide to leave this family, yet now they're the ones begging me to stay.

Devastated by a brutal breakup, Emma's life spirals out of control. After a reckless night, she discovers she is pregnant by the infamous playboy, Ethan Blackwood. Ethan vehemently denies any connection to her, but when Emma's stepmother confronts him with the pregnancy news and threatens to ruin his reputation, he reluctantly agrees to marry Emma. "You're just a contractual wife to me. I can sleep with whoever I want, and you have no right to question me," he coldly declares. Will Ethan open his heart to love again? Will Emma keep the baby despite his rejection? And will she agree to the harsh terms of being Ethan's contract wife?