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“Sure, sir,” I came closer to him, he offered me his arm. I was conscious not to touch his skin because if I’d done, it would have caused butterflies in my stomach, I had never been this close to any celebrity and my heart raced crazily.  I concentrated on the button rather than my feelings, I could feel Brandon’s eyes scanning me, did he notice my hesitation? , I was sweaty. Did I shiver? “Done,” I told him and looked up to meet his gaze. My heart was out of my hand, can say, was almost in my throat, I could feel the aura changing between us,  And before I could step back, Brandon said, “I owe you now,”   **** Jenna Maxwell escaped her abusive husband knowing that he will find her anytime soon. Leaving Liam behind in Pasadena and hiding in LA was her only option so she tried her luck without giving it a second thought but one didn't know that real danger was waiting for her to obey his obsession. A night where she found herself harassed after she passed out in a private event. She didn't know that man was once she had a crush on Brandon Grande. A formidable highest-paid model and known celebrity. He is all that it takes to be a gentleman, He is perfect in front of the camera world, and opposite in the real world. He has an addiction. The moment he saw her was the moment he marked Jenna as next, he craved her. When he wishes something to happen, it happens, either by hook or crook.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

“Are you sure you weren’t hurt?” Klara giggled as his breath tickled her neck. She wants to eat first, she’s starving. “You didn’t rape me this time moron” Ralph narrowed his eyes looking at the woman beneath him who is gloating over his misery. He knew he’s wrong to force her but….he could never erase this stain from his life ever. “So you are alright” “Perfectly” “Good” Ralph dipped his head down capturing her lips and spread her legs wide settling between them. “Let’s go for round two” “But I am hungry” “You starved me for so long little wolf” He sucked her nipple hard making her groan in pleasure. “Make it quick” She whispered hurriedly crashing her lips on him... A tragedy that drifted two souls apart and years of waiting to meet the destined half. But there came more obstacles that pushed them further away. One is waiting and wanting to avenge his parents, to wreak vengeance on once his family while the other is determined to reunite her loved ones by hook or by crook. .............. The leader of BlackWolf - A powerful and dangerous mafia clan in Cylantra, The Backbone city of the dark world- Ralph Erikson, is a ruthless and a merciless soul, full of vengeance. But he will never touch or harm an innocent being as those are the rules set by him and must be followed by his clan men. Though he made an exception for a girl. Fiona Wilson is too violent for her own age and of course that landed her in the hands of the devil of Cylantra. With a secret desperate to hide and a motive without any plan, she faced her once (or still!?) fiancée.

In his bid for perpetual life, the first Don of the Bryant family annihilates the witch clan and violently takes possession of their most sacred relic. In the moments before her death, the head of the witch clan places a curse on every descendant of the Bryant family. Every descendant will suffer a sudden mutation at the age of 23, where their bodies would be covered in thick, black hair, and fangs would sprout from their mouths, turning them into monsters. They can only lift the curse if they marry a descendant of the witches. Ella Crawford—my sister—and I are the last remaining descendants of the witch clan in the human realm. In my past life, Oliver's lottery selection fell on the attractive Ella. I was aware that Ella lacked the power to lift the curse, so I secretly swapped the lots, and Oliver ended up married to me. In the end, during our wedding night, Ella set herself alight, proclaiming that she had lost her eternal love and didn't want to face life without him. As a result, Mom and Dad drove me out. Oliver, however, took me in and showered me with affection. It wasn't long before I conceived his child, and he successfully survived his 23rd birthday. Yet, barely a day later, Oliver pushed me into the fire pit. I pleaded with tears streaming down my face, "I freed you from the curse and am currently carrying your baby, Oliver, so please don't treat me like this!" Oliver merely responded with a malicious grin as he tossed the torch aside. "If it weren't for your interference, Ella would have lifted the curse for me! I would have been able to spend the rest of my life with her, Cynthia!" In the end, I was completely consumed by the flames. I suddenly open my eyes and find myself returning to the day Oliver chooses his bride by lot. I immediately snap the tampered lot, as I'm eager to find out how Ella will save Oliver without any witch powers in this life.

Feliza thought running away was an easy solution. Adopted by a power-hungry politician after her parents' tragic demise, Feliza found herself trapped in a life not of her choosing. So, when her adoptive parents chose to arrange her marriage with a specific man, Feliza had no option but to oblige. But that decision turned out to be her worst mistake. Shan Moretti, a man of immense power, wealth, and an insatiable greed, believed in possessing whatever he desired and never relinquishing what belonged to him. His character was marked by possessiveness, coldness, cruelty, and an unwavering dominance that struck fear into the hearts of those who crossed his path. People bowed beneath his feet, intimidated by the force he exuded. Getting dumped right after his wedding night was a massive blow for him, especially by the only woman who had captured his attention—his wife, his vixen. He was… enraged. For the next five years, Feliza stayed hidden. She wasn't just worried about herself but, more importantly, about her kids. Feliza was determined to protect her children from the trouble her husband brought. She promised to keep them safe and hidden, using whatever it took to ensure their well-being. But guess what? Fate had other ideas... Entangled in his rage, Feliza struggled to break free. Shan wasn't going to release her, not this time. The grip he had was unyielding, and Feliza found herself ensnared once more, facing a relentless force she couldn't shake off. Soon enough, Feliza`s life took a drastic turn as soon a she realized that the man she`s been avoiding her whole life wasn’t planning to get her off the hook this time around. After all, Shan`s anger knows no bound. And Shan wasn't about to let her go again. Not a chance. Not at all...

Alpha Kai's Son. My father's shadow still dominates the BloodCrest Pack I'm trying to lead; even becoming Alpha didn't change a damn thing. So I take my anger out on any poor bastard put in the steel ring with me. It calms me, but only for a few hours; because blood-red rage follows me everywhere I go. It follows me into the cage the night I'm pitted against an opponent half my size. An opponent with a bigger chest than your average gym buff. A woman... I think I'm doing the right thing by refusing the fight because I know this woman will meet Death at my hands. That is, until my wolf growls the word I never expected to hear in the middle of a fight. MATE. With a name as sweet as her scent and a right hook to match, I know I can't accept Cherie as my mate. Not with the beast I inherited from my tainted bloodline - a Lycan with a thirst for blood… So do I reject sweet Cherie to protect her, or do I indulge in the whims of my beast and claim her? * Cherie I didn't expect to meet my mate when I decided to step into that ring that night. But the second my wolf recognized its mate, I knew it wouldn't be over. Creed Volkov is every bit as terrifying as they say, but I won't allow myself to be bullied by another man. I've come here to win; I NEED to win in order to protect those close to me. Running away from Creed seems like the logical choice, I find myself in that ring with him again. Why can't I bring myself to say the Rejection Vow? And why am I suddenly having dreams about a red-haired woman?

Sara married to Lucas. In order to support her husband, Sara is willing to live simply and work as an ordinary clerk at her family's shopping center, without receiving a penny from her family's inheritance. She became the backbone of the household, providing for Lucas and his family, believing that her love and sacrifice would be rewarded. However, those sacrifices turned into wounds when Sara learned that Lucas was having an affair with a woman who had been considered his business partner. To make matters worse, the business she had helped build became a tool for Lucas to betray her. Not wanting to be victimized any longer, Sara decided to stand up. She returned to her family and used all her resources to destroy Lucas. With her intelligence, she slowly took over the business that she had helped grow, leaving Lucas pressed and losing ground. Sara utilized her father's connections to pressure Lucas' investors to withdraw their support. She also manipulated distribution channels, making it difficult for Lucas's company to secure raw material supplies. However, Lucas is not a man to give up easily. He tried to turn things around by threatening Sara with a secret document that could destroy Sara's family's reputation. Sara is faced with a dilemma: let Lucas off the hook to protect her family, or keep bringing him down despite having to face huge consequences. At the end of the story, Sara finds a way to get rid of Lucas without destroying her family. She works with the authorities to frame Lucas, proving that he has committed tax evasion and financial manipulation in the company he manages. Lucas is eventually arrested, and his business is completely destroyed. However, before he was completely defeated, Lucas made one last threat: that he would come back and take revenge.

Après la grande guerre entre les humains, les vampires, les loups-garous et les elfes, un accord a été conclu : les descendants hybrides gouverneraient le monde. Chaque siècle, des alliances matrimoniales entre les humains et ces trois clans désigneraient le prochain souverain. Celle qui donnerait naissance au premier enfant hybride obtiendrait le pouvoir pour sa lignée. Dans ma vie précédente, j'avais choisi d'épouser Jax, le fils aîné de la tribu des loups-garous, connu pour sa loyauté féroce. Je lui avais donné un fils hybride, un louveteau à la fourrure blanche que nous avions nommé Zeal. Notre enfant était devenu le prochain souverain du monde, et Jax avait acquis un immense pouvoir. Ma sœur, attirée par la beauté des elfes, avait épousé le prince de leur clan. Mais le prince elfe couchait avec toutes les femelles de la forêt. À la fin, ma sœur avait contracté une maladie qui l'avait rendue stérile. Rongée par la jalousie et l'amertume, elle avait allumé un incendie dans lequel mon jeune louveteau et moi avions péri brûlés vifs. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais de retour au jour des alliances matrimoniales. Ma sœur avait déjà couché avec Jax la première. Je savais qu'elle aussi avait revécu. Mais elle ignorait que Jax était extrêmement cruel envers ses compagnes, ayant déchiré d'innombrables louves dans son lit pendant ses ruts.

*******He can spank me every single day, I might get addicted to this.  Suddenly he's off from me, and I instantly miss his dominant warmth, so I take a chance to look behind me and I must have died and gone to heaven, because Alessandro Moretti is stripping himself from his pristine suit, unveiling the fine body he hides underneath it.  First his jacket goes, then he angrily takes off his tie, his eyes never leaving mine and I'm completely immobilized as he reveals that chest to me that I would love to map with my finger.  I gulp when his hands go to his belt buckle and he drops his pants, dressed now in only black boxer briefs. He palms his very hard, very big erection through the material brazenly and I'm scared I might really get a heart attack from the way my heart is beating furiously.*****  When the Prince Of The Underground first lay eyes on the beauty that is Farrah Simpson, he is caught hook, line and sinker. At first he thinks he can get her out of his system, but the beauty has more depth than he could've ever imagined. Against her will and better judgement, she too falls in love with the dangerous criminal, changing her life forever. As much as Alessandro loves her, he has to let her go. He has too many enemies who would salivate at capturing her, and he simply cannot take the risk with the woman who owns his whole heart. He tries to stay away from her, but Farrah wouldn't let him. He made her fall in love with him and she cannot see her life without him. Will Alessandro be able to stay away from her? Or will Farrah convince him she's worth fighting for?

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.