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She’d built two years of walls and he dismantled them in one evening. He didn’t announce himself. He never had to. The last person she expected walked in like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Halle hadn’t seen Adrian Vale in two years. Two years of carefully avoiding his name in conversations, his face on screens, and the memory of waking up in his bed, fully dressed, completely alone, and somehow disturbed by that, than if anything had actually happened. Then he showed up to her best friend’s wedding like he owned the place. He reached over her shoulder, lifted the glass of champagne from her hand without spilling a single drop, brought it slowly to his lips, held her gaze the entire time and had the absolute nerve to look good doing it. Adrian Vale didn’t do anything halfway. He never needed to raise his voice because the room already belonged to him. He never reached for things…things simply found their way into his hands. Including, apparently, her. On a moonlit dance floor, his hand slid warm and certain up her spine, his forehead dropped to hers in the dark, and he said the thing that short-circuits every rational thought in her head. “You’re the only thing I’d let ruin me.” He pulled her in for a kiss, close enough to feel his breath, close enough to lose her mind completely, and then he pulled away. Leaving her wanting. He calls her starlight like it’s a secret only he gets to keep. And Halle is so embarrassingly, helplessly gone for him. The ones who make you forget your own name? Those are the ones worth ruining yourself for.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. You just walked out of Boston City Hall looking absolutely radiant. Any special occasion to celebrate?" "I'm getting divorced." "I'm sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me what happened?" "He's been bedding his late right-hand man's sister. In my art studio, on my yacht, across my private study desk, and even on the grand piano in our living room. He thought I didn't know." "I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?" "The hospital. Prenatal checkup." ... The interview went viral within hours for her calm, unflinching recounting of the betrayal and the shocking contrast between her glamorous mafia wife identity and her devastating situation. It didn't take long for netizens to dig out my identity, and the entire world now knows the woman in that video is me. Elena, Donna of the Moretti family. Three years ago, Vincenzo Moretti, the undisputed Don who ruled Boston's underworld with an iron fist, threw me a wedding that made headlines across the nation. Back then, everyone envied me, calling me the luckiest woman alive. But now? That interview had been online for nearly two days, and Vincenzo was still lost in his little love nest. By the time Vincenzo finally bothered to watch the video his men had forwarded to him, I was already in New Zealand. The whole world knew I was leaving Vincenzo Moretti. He was the last person on earth to find out.

This book is a must-read for teenagers. It brings out the emotional and physical countenances of most teenagers, in verisimilitude. Anderson Simpson and his friend, Harrison Edgeton, are in for an adventure that would blow your mind. They discovered things about themselves that they never knew or understood, when they went back through time, with the help of an old Time Machine of “The Time Gods"

Genevieve Cloepfil is a 26-year-old magazine journalist who works for a prominent publishing company run by Conrad Easton, the CEO. When Genevieve's 27th birthday arrived, she found herself at a highly reputable and elite strip club with Feliza, where a certain male stripper captured her interest. She was intoxicated, fueled by alcohol. And she was careless and naughty. Feeling her full energy and neediness. She has fully lost her mind as she reacts to every kiss, touch, and pleasure. She enjoyed an intimate evening with him. He was, unbeknownst to her, her boss.

MATURED CONTENTS 😉 EVERY DIRTY STORIES YOU CAN THINK OF🙃 Uea, a lazy writer, suddenly found himself in his dirty short stories as the main character. In EXCLUSIVELY HIS, the main character is lustful, and the male lead got his closet filled with all sorts of kinky toys and styles. Vampire sex story, dragon? Merman? Beastman? Billionaire? Werewolf? Harem? Raw and intense... Uea plunged himself into a lustful ride. But what is the endgame? Love or departure? Uea will have to choose___ even if it brings pain.

I belonged to the Devil, only it wasn't emblazoned on my forehead. ***Desperate times calls for desperate measures as they always say. When 10-year-old Ruby Davies accidentally kills her mom in a freak accident, she's totally terrified and torn.What was a ten year old to do in such a situation?That was exactly what the Devil banked upon when he swooped in as the hero, the savior, ready to bring back her mother only for a seemingly small price which little Ruby eagerly pays. Giving up her soul seemed like a wise decision at the time.Eight long years later, with a condemned life banned from all holy contacts and soul forever destined to perish in eternal fire and torment, Ruby wants absolutely nothing to do the lying soul thief.Until he comes once again with an irresistible offer only the biggest of fools would refuse...

I never thought my darkest, filthiest fantasies about the Alpha's quadruplet sons would become reality. The moment my mother and their father left for Rome, I stopped being their innocent stepsister and became thier…offering. I gagged on Reign's cock in the confessional while Knight devoured my pussy during mass. Zion fucked me raw on the altar with his rosary wrapped around my throat like a leash and Cahiah the last brother? He lost his mind the moment I tit fucked him while he was still on his cassock. They were my stepbrothers — I was the Alpha's mistress daughter. The pack’s ruthless enforcers — I was wolfless, less than a human. The church’s ‘holy’ priest. — I was a filthy daydreamer. We were incompatible, they're off-limits and I was way below them. But…. Who cares? ⚠️THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.⚠️ AND TO RESPECT THE RELIGION IS WHY THE AUTHOR ADDED WEREWOLF ELEMENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYTHING OR ANYONE EITHER LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL♥️

Hillary unhooks her bra and lets it fall to my desk. I love the sight of it—of my secretary’s pretty purple bra on my desk, heavy chest spilling out in front of me. Goodness gracious. She’s going to make me lose my mind. ********* I just got a new job working for my fiance’s older brother, Bentley Brown. Bentley’s reputation precedes him. He’s arrogant, rude, and full of pride—all because of his devastatingly good looks and the company he started at twelve that made him a billionaire by twenty-seven. But he is also hot, charming, intoxicating and he has this dangerous pull that can drag you straight to your ruin. I hate my new boss. He gets under my skin… and under my dress.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit erotica short stories and is strictly rated 18+ From forbidden age gap romance affairs between stepdad and stepdaughter, stepson, stepmom, and stepbrothers Sensual homoerotic affairs and romance ranging from G x G affairs between stepsisters, best friends, and neighbours. M x M romance between stepbrothers, stepdad and neighbours, etc. BDSM, hard-core bondage sex and many more sinful pleasures to be unveiled. If you can handle the heat, then you're welcome.

Rule #1: Never lust after your father’s best friend. Rule #2: Especially if he’s the most powerful Alpha in the territory. Ava is unmated and desperate for a connection. When Alpha Xavier arrives for her birthday, the atmosphere shifts from celebratory to electric. He’s always been a distant figure of respect, but tonight, he’s a temptation Ava can’t escape. After a literal "eye-opening" encounter that leaves Ava swooning—quite literally—she realizes that the man her father calls a brother is the only man she wants in her bed. The scent of his skin is a drug, and his touch is a wildfire. When the house goes quiet and the doors are closed, the forbidden tension finally snaps. Ava is about to learn that some bonds are forged by the Moon, but the best ones are stolen in the dark.