Eager Synonym

The first thing my fiance's childhood sweetheart—Eve Hodgson—does after returning from abroad is make me sign a bet. It states that if my fiance—Holden Lane—chooses her over me nine times, I'll have to step aside willingly and let her have him. I agree. On the ninth time, she calls him in tears. "If you don't marry me, Holden, I'll be forced to marry that notorious Croft heir from Jedburgh!" He ends the call in a frenzy and leaves me behind yet again. With his identification documents in hand, he rushes to marry her right away. They announce their marriage to the world on the same day. Elites of Jedburgh strain their necks, eager to see me and the Crofts humiliated. That's when Ryland Croft comes to me, smirking with that careless arrogance of his. "Since your fiance stole my bride, it seems only fair that you pay the debt. So, how about you marry me instead?" I nod and say, "Fair enough. When's the wedding?"

How do you survive when the only life you have known has been stolen from you? At six years old I was branded a murderer,blamed for what I knew nothing of and a slave to my cruel Aunt and Uncle. For fifteen years , I endured their abuse and believe the lies they told me. Until the day I was auctioned to the highest bidder: the arrogant Alpha Lukan. I thought being sold would only bring more misery, but instead it brought me to the powerful and mysterious Alpha of the Nightbane pack. He was ruthless yet kind , cold yet tender and seemed to promise me the love I have never known. But nothing is ever that simple. Why did he choose me? Why does he keep me close yet seem so distant, as if searching for something I can't see. But when the Moon Goddess decides to play chess with your life, you have no option but to move with the game. With every step I take, new secret stepped forward, eager to break the fragile happiness I have found. Now I must decide—am I just another pawn, or can I become the queen in a game I never choose to play

I had just returned early from a business trip abroad, eager to surprise my five-year-old son. However, as I stood at the entrance of his preschool, the sight before me froze me in place. My son was clinging to my husband's "first love," calling her "Mom." I moved forward to get my son back, but before I could do anything, she screamed, "Help! A kidnapper is trying to take this child! Let's do the right thing today! Stand up for families who've had their kids stolen!"  She egged on the bystanders, rallying them to act in the name of justice. Without a second thought, a crowd of people pummeled me right there in the street, hitting me with rocks that smashed into my face, breaking my legs with metal pipes, and ripping the clothes from my body before tying me to a streetlamp. It was only then that I realized that in the month I'd been away, my husband had moved his first love into our home, taking my place. However, did he forget? He was nothing more than a man who married into my family! I couldn’t wait to see who couldn’t live without the other!

“Never again," Kelvin chokes out, his voice trembling, his gaze locked onto the haunting eyes that once stole everything from him. Tears blur his vision, but his resolve stands firm, he will not be devoured a second time. Once a bright, ambitious employee, Kelvin spiraled into a world he swore he'd never know, a world spun with lust, whispered secrets, and aching hunger. His boss, a man wrapped in power and temptation, tugged at the fraying threads of Kelvin’s soul, awakening a need he'd buried deep. But when Kelvin surrendered, when he tasted the truth hidden beneath the seduction, he recoiled in horror. This man, this polished billionaire, was no stranger. He was the boy who had shattered Kelvin's innocence, left him bleeding and broken in the ruthless hands of bullies. Now, he returned, cloaked in wealth and charm, seeking what he once destroyed. Where love festers, hatred blooms. Where passion ignites, betrayal sharpens its teeth. And from the shadows of their shared past, a darker enemy rises, thirsty for vengeance, eager to spill blood, and blind to whether either of them survives. Their reunion was never about love. It was about survival.

Lanaya lost her parents in a horrific car accident when she was a baby, tennis stars sent her to live with them as a kind of repayment. It took fifteen years of cruelty and neglect before she was ultimately saved by a guy more dangerous than her foster parents on the night of her 18th birthday. His place in the Marchetti line of succession means he has little time for women, let alone women who faint when they see trouble. When he wants something, he does whatever it takes to get it, and if people have to die in the process, what? Why is his touch so kind when he's with a certain abused princess, a buddy of violence and death? In the wake of her rescue, Lanaya is eager to begin a new life, but owing to the Mafia is a significant undertaking. The Underboss seemed to be interested in her as well. Secrets, deception, and death taint their relationship. She may not be able to tolerate finding out the truth about her parents' accident or lack soon. Despite this, Salvetti and Lanaya's unusual sentiments blossom, and she's determined to battle for happiness by letting them grow. A difficult one, including a great deal of suffering, healing, and even some violence.

They don’t know I’m a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land—their ruthless beast king—took an interest in the “pretty little prince.” How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: The Alpha King's Hated Slave.    

"I will forgive you this once, Madeleine. But if it happens again, and you keep opposing the deal. Damn, I'm not going to be this lenient." - Mr. Harrington. Madeleine Nevia is a recent college graduate who was eager to find a job for her mother’s illness, and one of her dreams is to become part of the Descartes Company, assuming that if she gets hired, that will push her to climb the ladder of hardships to earn the apogee of victory. Meeting the CEO was a blessing for her, especially when he hired her as his personal assistant, then offered her a tremendous amount of money; in return, she should put him above everything else, serve and prioritize him at all costs. There is no question that the chemistry between Madeleine and Connor is surreal as time goes by, and the more the two spend time together, however, the more they fall in love. Nevertheless, their incurable desire cannot obliterate the truth they are concealing in a profound disguise, wearing their darkest secrets. But one day, an evil hawk strived to wreck their relationship by unfurling their past and weaknesses. Will they choose to fight and persist in taking risks despite the perpetual battles or surrender? Will they walk away after the revelation? Will their worst side be a curse forever, or will their bloody secrets strengthen their relationship?

Eager to get rid of her crush on her psychopathic professor, nineteen-year-old Azira Sidorov tries to reel him in by getting into trouble to get his attention. But what she never expected was Professor Blaine's dark, depraved ways to consume her whole. — Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Tired of holding back, she tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be close to him. But Professor Blaine is anything but human. He's a cold-hearted beast. When Azira wakes up the beast, he won't leave her alone. And maybe, just maybe, she likes the thrill of his whips. The harshness of his palm on her skin. The burn of his chains on her wrists. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he will consume her whole. Warning: This is a purely sadistic book. If you can't handle deep depravity, please don't read.

Twenty-two-year-old Tricia Volkanov's life doesn't belong to her. As the first daughter of Mathias Volkanov, head of the Volkanov Mafia, she's more of a pawn in her father's ruthless game of chess, than his beloved daughter.  When her father picks a noble man for her to get married to, Tricia is sad. She feels nothing for Antonio Dombruso, and rebelliously escapes the Volkanov mansion to experience a careless night where she encounters the alluring, beautiful man named Gideon Scarfoni, whom she hands over her virginity to on a platter. When she disappears the next day right before Gideon wakes up, Tricia is eager to put that one, sinful, passionate night behind her and get married to Antonio, but fate has other plans. The stranger's baby is growing in her belly, and it turns out he lied to her from the start. Because his name is not Gideon Scarfoni at all, but Connor Mennetti, and he's a formidable Mafia kingpin, and billionaire whom her father wants dead. THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK 1: HIS BOOK 2: HIM BOOK 3: SHE BOOK 4: HER

“Tell me Margaux, How will I know if I can trust you again? Do I even have to invite your man here and make him spill the tea?” I am very furious. I can’t even describe how many times do I want to punch him in the face. How eager my hands are when it comes to hearing your name. “I have told you a lot of times that I don’t want you mentioning his name” Seems like the silence break every single spot in the room. How am I going to tell everyone about that. I am not yet ready to let everyone know that I haven’t seen you for weeks now. I am doing the best. The very best. Everyone knows that. “What’s the matter? I smell something different in your aura.” “Since when did you become a psychic huh?” I sighed. I will sell everything that I had just to see you again. To let you hear me apologize one more time.