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I involuntarily grabbed a handful of his hair in my desperate quest to control whatever entity that had taken charge of my body. He shut his eyes tightly, grimacing as if in pain. I quickly pulled my hand from his hair, but just as quickly, he grabbed me by the wrist and slid my fingers back into his hair. “Don’t stop,” he groaned. Leah Carter never meant to lose her virginity to a stranger. She definitely never meant to steal from him either. But when you're desperate enough to save the only family you have left, morality becomes a luxury you can't afford. Six years later, billionaire Damien Thorne has everything, except the priceless family crest that vanished the night a mysterious woman slipped through his fingers. Without it, he'll lose his inheritance and everything he's fought to protect. Then fate delivers her right to his door. She's working at his hotel and raising his son, their meeting unraveling the shape of destiny neither of them saw coming. One moment they're enemies, the Next, they're tangled in a hunger so fierce it threatens to burn them both alive. But Damien's enemies are closing in, and the crest is a key to his empire. Now Leah must find what she stole, protect the child she's raised alone, and facing the dangerously intoxicating man whose love she believes she doesn't deserve.

Aiden Supernova is called as "The sexiest man in the world" not without reason, his handsome face and hot body have become a subscription to world famous fashion brands. Handsome, young and rich is what he is very proud of in himself, Aiden is called a narcissistic and mischievous man because of his hot photos that are scattered on the internet. But behind all his fame, he hides his shy nature and low self-esteem due to the trauma of bullying that he faced in the past. Until when thousands of vulgar messages enter his social media account every hour and make him feel very disturbed.There is no smoke without fire, Aiden looks for the source of the problem which turns out to be the most popular story of a famous web novel that makes a virgin like him become the object of women's naughty fantasies. Who is the mastermind behind the problems faced by the model?

“No father, I would rather go rogue before I agree to this mating ceremony!” As the unwanted daughter of the Beta, Leila Carlson has always known her place in the Black Pool Pack. She is used to flying under the radar, but all of that changes when she discovers her fiancé's betrayal with her best friend. Suddenly, Leila becomes the target of cruel bullying and vicious attacks that almost cost her her life, until the pack's ruthless Alpha, Xander steps in to save her. Will she find peace and solace with the Alpha, as her past comes lurking in the shadows. Find out.

Renací. Volví a los 18 años, justo antes del examen de admisión a la universidad. Era el año en el que Diego Alonso más me amaba, y también el último. Porque ya había conocido a su verdadero amor, Valeria Reyes, la mujer por la que se enamoraría de verdad. Por ella, fue capaz de todo, al punto de que me pidió ser su novia, solo para distraerme de mis estudios. Así que en lugar de la universidad de élite en la que hubiera podido entrar, terminé en una simplemente ordinaria. Hasta fingió un accidente para retenerme y que me perdiera el concurso; todo para que Valeria ganara esa medalla de oro. En otra ocasión, cuando Valeria perdió mucha sangre, él me manipuló para que donara una cantidad excesiva. Esto arruinó mi salud para siempre, dejándome con dificultades para quedar embarazada. Al final, Diego se vio forzado a casarse conmigo, pero pasaba los días sumido en la depresión, obsesionado con las fotos de su amor. El día que supo que Valeria se casaba, me abandonó sin piedad y se quitó la vida por amor. En esta vida, por fin estoy despierta. No volveré a amarlo. Solo quiero ser egoísta, y amar únicamente a mí misma. Entonces cuando Diego me preguntó con arrogancia: —Renata, ¿quieres ser mi novia? Yo, tranquilamente, negué con la cabeza. —No.

Noura est une jeune femme gentille, Jolie, innocente, fragile aimable et tout ce qui s'en suit, mais Noura à un très grande défaut, qui est "la naïveté", ce défaut si inoffensif dans son nom, mais dangereux dans ses actes, Noura verras sa vie basculer du jour au lendemain causé par sa propre cousine

WARNING: This book contains mature content and explicit content. It is also a non-fiction story, a true life story of the writer. The thurible was placed right in front of the altar as it's smoke rose to the chandelier, blackening the cobwebs that were woven by some silly spider. The evening prayer was being said, and everyone was deep in solemn prayer and meditation. All except me. How could you even expect me to be solemn and meditate, when the man I had had sex with just the past week, the man who offered to be my sugar daddy, was sitting at the kneeler right in front of the altar, conducting the evening prayer. Not only was he just sitting there, conducting the evening prayer, he was a priest, a new priest of the archdiocese, transferred to work at our parish community. Given the fact that he was the person I first had sex with, I knew I was in for a whole lot of drama.

Tatiana Gold’s life ended tragically in the sea, the result of a meticulously planned murder. But her death wasn’t the end—it marked the rebirth of one of the timeline’s top assassins, sharing her name and a mysterious connection to her fate. Reborn into a life no less complicated, Tatiana faces the loss of her mother, the cold indifference of her father, and the calculating presence of a stepmother and stepsister who watch her every move. Meanwhile, the eldest daughter of the Gold family stuns society by marrying into the powerful Konstantine family, New York’s elite dynasty. Their union is the talk of the town—an unlikely pairing that raises countless questions. But as Tatiana’s many hidden identities come to light, the truth begins to unravel, and with it, the balance of power in their world.

Celeste is trying to navigate life after an accident changes her plans for the future. Just trying to find peace and figure out her next step she never imagined meeting Trevor. Their pull towards each other is anything but ordinary. Through the many ups and downs of Celeste’s past will Trevor be able to break down those walls?

When my father's business collapsed, he racked up an astronomical debt to the Andor family. And when they finally came knocking, he did what no loving parent should ever do—he collateralized me, his only daughter, handing me over to Cassian before vanishing off the face of the earth. For ten long years, I stayed by Cassian Andor's side. He treated me with a tenderness so indulgent it bordered on worship. There was nothing I asked for that he would not give; there was no whim of mine he would not entertain. Everyone in our world knew me as his princess. I grew up believing with certainty that once I came of age, he would sweep me into his arms, march me down the aisle, and make me his wife. But reality—cold, brutal, and as dazzlingly cruel as the world we lived in—had other plans. Instead of the ring I had dreamed of, Cassian gifted a breathtaking pink diamond—the very symbol of eternal devotion—to his assistant, Heidi Torres. As if that wasn't betrayal enough, he threw a lavish celebration in her honor, a veritable explosion of flowers. He knew I was deathly allergic to pollen. Yet he still left me stranded there, drowning in a sea of blossoms. Eventually, I collapsed in a violent asthma attack, gasping and clawing for air, teetering on the edge of consciousness. And Cassian? He merely tightened his hold around Heidi in his arms and cast me a cold glance. "Your allergies have been fine for ages," he said with a sneer. "Why the sudden drama today? Don't tell me you're faking it." At that moment, as I lay there humiliated and struggling to breathe, I realized there were exactly seven days left until my twentieth birthday since when I could register a marriage.

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."