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After her mother shoved her away, Astrallaine moved in with a woman she didn't know. She must be self-sufficient and capable of standing alone — without leaning against other walls. Will she be able to continue in life when a man appears and makes her even more miserable? Will she be able to let go of the wretched version of herself?

Arabella worked hard and was killed now in order to come back she must live lives to save other realms

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

On our tenth year anniversary, I'm making out with my husband, Don Raimondo Brocchi, in his office. Just as I'm about to secretly slip the pregnancy report into his hand as a surprise, his secretary, Anna Altamura, walks into the office. We're forced to stop our makeout session. Meanwhile, Anna shoots me a provocative look before she begins chatting with Raimondo in fluent Italese. "Don Brocchi, who do you like more in bed? Me or the Donna?" Raimondo lets out a soft chuckle. The vibrations of his voice makes my back crawl with numbness. "You, of course. After all, you're younger and tighter, amore. Meanwhile, Cassia is already 30 years old." Haughtily, Anna picks up a document before returning to her seat. What they don't know is that my Nonno hails from Sicaria. That means I understand each and every Italese word they just said. After forcing myself to calm down, I locate the invitation mailed from Anworth Institute that comes with a permanent position in my inbox. Then, I key in a short response to the person in charge. I agree to travel to the institution. Before my trip, I will make sure to terminate everything that belongs to me.

“You, Serafina, will be the price for their sins.” *** A lot of responsibilities comes with being a princess and Serafina has learnt to shoulder all of them until her shoulder wasn’t strong enough to hold them up again. Until she had to pay the price for the sins of her father and his people who had enslaved a species of beasts for years. Until she became the slave to the brutal Lycan king who would do anything to break and ruin her. His condition? That she survives the number of years he and his people suffered as slaves in the hands of humans and he would let her return to her people? Will Serafina ever survive being a slave under the terrifying Lycan when he is bent on breaking her behind repair?

"I will be your mistress, Adrian. Just let my family live." Adrian lifted his glass of wine. A faint smile curved his lips. "I thought they would send me the adopted daughter," he said, "I didn't expect you." "Everyone said your brother spoiled you like a princess. Turns out that was just a joke." The tip of the pen paused, stabbing a small blot of ink onto the paper. I signed my name, calm to the point of silence. The contract would take effect in three days. Then, I would cut all ties with the Willis name. I traded myself for the survival of the Willis family and my own permanent release.

"Don't touch me, I'm not your whore," I spat out through clenched teeth, my eyes turning red from anger. He smirked and lifted a hand to my hair. I flinched as he did that and averted my eyes from his. "Now listen bella. . ." he said slowly, a cruel expression on his face. I tried to bite back the moan of pain that almost escaped my lips. "I fucking own you and I can spank that pretty ass of yours so hard that it'll bruise. . ." He paused briefly and continued, "And you won't do a thing about it because I'll make you scream so hard that you'll beg to be my whore." *** When Arianna is sold off as a sex slave to an auction house she realizes that her life would never be the same again. To make it worse, she is bought and given to the ruthless mafia king, Gabriele Andino. He is cruel, dangerous, unfeeling, and undeniably the sexiest man Arianna has ever seen. Despite the fact she should hate her master, there's something in her that yearns for his touch. So much that she would be willing to be his sex slave. A DARK ROMANCE WITH TRIGGERING SCENES!

You are nothing to me but a lowly slave, you don't deserve to be my mate!" Jane suffered once again when her fated mate, the Alpha of the blue-moon Pack, pushed straight through the door and left. All the members of her pack had been brutally slaughtered by their enemies eight years ago, and she had been taken to a hostile pack to be used as a slave, humiliated, and beaten through her lonely formative years.But it was at this time that she was brought back to his pack by her mate, Alpha Gillian of the Blue-moon Pack. Here she truly has friends and feels that the future is full of hope. With their encouragement, she tries hard to become stronger, but what comes with it is not a life full of happiness. Her mate is disgusted with her slave status and weakness and rejects her. She is insulted over and over again, used as a spy, and put into the custody of a hostile pack. She is once again plunged into the depths of despair. It is not until she is on the verge of death for his mate that she discovers that she is a descendant of the moon..

Julia loves reading BDSM erotic books. Her husband catches her reading one of those books and then they both try out playing sex games where Julia gets to be a slave and she loves playing these love games with her husband. But will these games affect their marriage? Let's find out by reading how it all started and how it's going! This is book 02 of the slavery series. It is a continuing story.

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.