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A woman of your caliber doesn’t deserve to be cheated on,” Amelia Connels thought Jake was her forever. She loved him, trusted him, and even helped him rise to success. But on the night of his surprise birthday party, a night she planned to celebrate their love; he didn’t show up. Instead, Amelia met Logan Wills, a captivating billionaire with a devilish smirk and a devastating revelation. "Does he look familiar?" Logan asked, as he held his phone up. The image of Jake, tangled in bed with another woman, shattered Amelia’s world. Heartbroken and furious, she didn’t know what hurt more: Jake’s betrayal or the truth that she’d given everything to someone who didn’t value her. Logan, however, offered her a proposal—a fake relationship. "A relationship with me for three months," Logan proposed, his gaze steady. "Make him regret ever cheating on you." What Amelia didn’t know was that Logan’s motives runs deeper than revenge for her heartbreak. But as their staged romance heats up, so do real feelings, and secrets neither of them expected threaten to ruin everything. "You used me, didn’t you?" Amelia whispered, tears streaming down her face. "And you helped him to ruin me!!," Logan shot back, his voice cracking. In a battle of love, betrayal, and redemption, Amelia and Logan must decide if they can overcome their pasts or if their connection is just another casualty of revenge.

The first time Rafael betrayed me, he threw the woman from his club at my feet. His eyes were bloodshot as he told me to take my pick. My love for him was a sickness, so I forgave the transgression. For the second betrayal, I had the dancer sent out of New York, warning her never to set foot on the East Coast again. On the night of our engagement party, sealing the union of our two families, Rafael pinned me against the walnut desk in the study. His eyes burned with rage as he demanded: "Where is Nina? She's carrying a Mancini heir." "It was a mistake. You can take your anger out on me. Nina is naive; she doesn't deserve this. I'm begging you, just let the child be born safely. I swear I'll never see her again." "You're afraid of childbirth. This gives you an heir without the risk." "Listen, Alessia. You are the future Donna of the Mancini family. When that child is born, it will know only you as its mother. I swear on my life." He forced me backward until shards from the vase I'd knocked over cut into my skin, staining my silk dress with blood. I looked at him and smiled, then gave him the address of a safe house in Brooklyn. He slammed the heavy oak door behind him. Shaking, I pulled out my encrypted phone. "You were right about him. Is your offer still on the table?"

My roommate was obsessed with those cheesy “milk-scented girl” romance stories. She wanted to become the kind of heroine from those books. Tiny, soft, and delicate, the type who was supposedly so sweet that even her farts smelled like milk. So she went completely overboard. She lived on dairy. Drank milk nonstop. Even took milk baths. She tried everything, all because she was convinced she’d eventually run into her destined male lead. I believed in letting people make their own choices. What I didn’t expect was for her to go after my boyfriend, the guy I’d basically grown up with. One day, she sent him a carefully posed thirst trap. He replied with one word. “Get lost.” Then she proudly showed me the screenshot, like she’d won something. “Only girls like me, soft and sweet and irresistible, deserve a powerful man’s obsessive love.” “Don’t be fooled by how cold he is now. He’ll be crazy about me soon enough. He’ll want me all to himself.” I was just about to tear into her when a row of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. “Fresh one, guys. This host is bold. Coming in with a thirst trap right away? Nice.” “Wait, what? Isn’t this just harassment? The male lead already has a girlfriend.” “Bro, I think you’re in the wrong livestream.”

My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family, so much so that the jewels they draped over me nearly bent my back. Meanwhile, Sienna flaunted her extreme feminist stance and offended business partners. In the end, she was fired and blacklisted across the industry. Sienna spent all her savings on a plane ticket to attend my party, where I would introduce my baby to everyone. But when I went to welcome her, she crushed my son to death in her hands and splashed concentrated acid on me. "You don't deserve such good fortune! You worthless witch!" But when I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day I asked her to go with me to the fertility clinic.

During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.

An alien, a human and a killer: What more could go wrong? Valentina believes that she is tainted and has no clue about the dangers that are coming for her. Ryan is a good boy whose insecurities is dragging him down to believe that he doesn't deserve to be loved. Catherine is spiteful and manipulative. She has one mission on her mind: Kill Ryan Marino. _______________________________ Love is a fantasy that we all dream of. We all want that love that makes our stomach flutter and acts silly, but it is not that easy to get love or to fall in love. When three souls - One pure, One evil, and One tainted- come together, things are bound to get messy. It all starts when Ryan finds a beautiful Necklace which starts to cause him one problem after another, including an alien girl who has no idea how the human world works and a girl who is sent to kill him but instead falls in love with him. Not only that, but there is a killer out there who is killing and eating the people. Yikes! How will Ryan get out of this mess? Will he be able to save the people he loves before they all get slaughtered? Will he be able to find out who is behind everything? And most importantly, whom will he fall for? A wise man once said, "Danger hides in Beauty and Beauty is Danger." It is going to be a gamble for Love, Beauty and Life. The Necklace is a book laced with Horror, Comedy and Romance. It is the first book of Love is A Fantasy Series. *Warning* This story contains Mature Language, Violence and Sexual Content. Not suitable for underage audiences. Read it at your own risk.

***Warning: Mature Audience Only*** "Mmm, so responsive," he purred, moving his hand to the front of my panties. He swiped a finger over the damp fabric, finding just how wet I was. "Fuck, you're dripping. I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised darkly, voice heavy with desire. His fingers dipped beneath the hem of my thong, stroking through my slick folds. "So fucking good." I moaned wantonly, back arching as he touched me so intimately. It felt incredible, his strong fingers teasing my most sensitive places. He circled my clit and I nearly cried out, the pleasure almost too intense. "Oh god, please," I begged shamelessly, too far gone to care how desperate I sounded. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Patience, bunny. We're just getting started." Some desires can’t be tamed. Some fantasies demand to be felt. Dive into Midnight Desires: A Collection of Erotic Tales, where passion burns hot, and pleasure knows no rules. From stolen glances that turn into forbidden office affairs, to strangers whose touches feel dangerously familiar, each story is a journey into raw, unfiltered want. Whether it’s a dominant billionaire, a mysterious stranger, or a slow burn between enemies turned lovers, these short stories are made to be devoured—and leave you breathless. Indulge your cravings. You deserve it.

At twenty-eight, Matilda Anthony is tired of rejection and barely holding her struggling family together when her mother arranges her marriage to their wealthy neighbor, Maxine Walter. Handsome, influential, and a CEO, Maxine seems like salvation. He transforms her family’s life, marries her, and for a moment, Matilda believes love has finally chosen her. But after the wedding, everything changes. Maxine grows distant—always busy, emotionally unavailable, and he no longer touches her. Her complaints are met with cold indifference. The loneliness builds quietly until the night of her friend’s wedding, when she walks into the suite meant for her and finds Maxine with his assistant, Tony Abraham. Shattered, she screams, “do I really deserve this??, why did you use meeee” Without remorse, he replies, “go and ask your mother if you deserved this, I signed a contract with your mother in exchange for money so don't blame me” He stops, then continues, “I told you, you can do whatever you want, go out there go get yourself a man to burst that ancient hole you call virginity, I won't leave this moment just to please you" Ignored and humiliated, Matilda runs—only to find Alpha Rue, the man she once dismissed, watching. He laughs, then offers her a deal that could change everything. Now betrayed by both husband and mother, Matilda must decide: remain in the lavender marriage or accept Alpha Rue deal want to know more?? read me

Right before the SAT, our scatterbrained airheaded group favourite, the school belle, Priscilla Ashford, volunteers herself to safeguard everyone's admission tickets. My firm refusal of her offer earns me the displeasure of my childhood sweetheart, Justin Kylemark. "You're picking on her again," he says. I ignore his rebuke. On the exam day itself, I personally double-checked every single admission ticket to make sure nothing could go wrong. However, the moment Priscilla gets hers from me, she burst into tears, claiming that I lost her ticket. Justin snatched my admission ticket and tore it to shreds. I run until my legs give out, barely managing to get it reissued before the bus leaves. However, my classmates all kicked me off the bus together. "You lost Priscilla's admission ticket. Do you think you deserve to sit for the exam?" They carry with them the exam prediction I had prepared for them. Thanks to that, they each achieve excellent scores. I have no choice but to repeat the year and become the top scorer. By then, Justin and my other classmates, who are already in prestigious universities and colleges, all return together. They produce fake evidence, accusing me of cheating in the exam. Unable to defend myself, a candidate who flunked the exam poured gasoline on me and set me on fire. When I open my eyes once more, I see myself handing the admission tickets over to Priscilla… except for my own.