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Chris Valhalla a hard headed vampire is addicted in human blood. He can kill more than 10 humans to satisfied himself from his thirst. He never listen to anyone nor to his father. Until the day he went back to the Philippines, and meet Rem Faxe a college student who hated vampires and her twin Ram Faxe who joined "VAMPIRE ASSASINATION" group that kills vampire. She believe that vampires killed her both parents. What will happen if they meet? Can Chris resist his thirst? What if Ram found out Chris and the Squad are vampires? What if Rem and Chris fell inlove with each other? Can Rem accept Chris? Let us join Chris and Rem to their adventure in Vampire world. Let us drink blood and kill human along with their journey! "Every vampire has their own weaknesses; and that is the reason why they are dead." - Lord Valmont

Anna Bateman Everyone fears Roman Petrov, a rich, handsome Mafia boss and ends up in his hotel room due to some unforeseen circumstances. He's my first client but he won't believe that. My life used to be simple until it wasn't when my fathers shady deals caught up with him and destroyed my family. Roman Petrov The rules of my world. There's no room for errors, no tolerance for liars. I'm a possessive man, she knew before she stepped into my world and I won't be satisfied until I have all of her. We should have parted ways after one night but she became and addiction I couldn't seem to shake. She is a goddess wrapped in all my maddest temptation. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a spark threatening to explode inside me for her.

On a day every single human would like to be celebrated was their birthday but what happens when a young lady at the age of nineteen had to be abducted by a master which her father borrowed money from and couldn't pay at the agreed time. Fred, a druglord, mafia leader popularly known as Ice pick took interest in the fierce looking lady, Sophia, the daughter of one of his debtors and had to take her away from her family. His motives was to train her as an assassin, send her out for missions till he's satisfied to a point that's gonna state she cleared her father's debts but doesn't want to let her go at the end. He want something else from her. He want to be the only one to look at her and hold every time. He want her body also but wasn't sure maybe it's love or lust. PS; He doesn't believe in love.

️Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content intended for adults 18+ only. Step into a world where temptation whispers in the dark, and every touch burns hotter than the last. Sinful Nights is a provocative collection of erotic tales that will leave you breathless, aching, and craving more. From stolen glances that turn into forbidden touches, to dangerous men who take control with a single command, each story pulls you deeper into a world of lust, obsession, and unrestrained passion. These aren’t just fantasies—they’re confessions of desire, written to make your pulse race and your body yearn. Are you ready to surrender to the heat, to the kind of nights where pleasure and sin blur into one unforgettable experience?

As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair. When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?" Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers. My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…" "Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip." I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?" Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired. I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks. I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Time The greatest revelation of our universe. Rhythmic, eternal, valuable. It is always watching, acknowledging, and recording. The moment he realized the heavy truth, he knew he had to act fast. In the rubble of heaven and hell, he chose the familiar warmth of home- Her. The one whom he selfishly broke, betrayed, lied, and eventually lost. The story uncurls its threads, making him realize importance of each breath. What was left unsaid must be said now before this time slips from his fingertips, demolishing the second chance. Treading the thorny path of redemption, wearing a bleeding heart on his sleeve, the Devil professes a tale of undying love, while craving forgiveness from the soul that was bound to his. Endlessly

“I don’t belong to YOU, Maverick.” “Kitten, you’ve been MINE the second you stole my attention.” *** Him crossing paths with me was no accident. Falling in love with him was never part of my plans. It happened almost immediately. Maverick Quinn was like a dream come true. He entered my life like lightning in the darkest parts of my nightmares. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, craving his touch more than my lungs craved air, knowing he was slowly becoming my weakness. Flawed by my past, he brought out the worst and best of me without trying. But Maverick has a secret and everyone knows that secrets hold immense power.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.