Fifty Fifty Kprofiles Novels & Stories

I needed fifty thousand dollars. My mother needed surgery. So I walked into an underground auction and sold myself to four men. Four nights. Four different men. One desperate choice. I thought it was simple, but I was wrong. Kael is killing me slowly and he knows it. Rowan holds secrets about my past I can't remember. Dante pretends to save me while his pack wants to use me. And Silas, the one who orchestrated everything, looks at me like I'm his, and something paranormal inside me agrees. Four men. Four secrets and one truth I'm not ready for. I'm not just rare. I'm dangerous. And they're all fighting to claim me before I discover what I'm really capable of. The question isn't which one I'll choose. It's which one will survive.

On my thirtieth birthday, Gideon Salton told me to meet him at city hall. He made sure I wore a wedding dress and brought my papers, hyping it up as a huge birthday surprise. But when I showed up, all dressed up, he turned to his trashy crew and laughed. "No way—she actually did it. Dress, docs, the whole thing. Pay up, fifty bucks each." Then he looked at me. "Come on, Madison. You didn't seriously fall for that?" I didn't answer. He smirked. "If you're that thirsty to get hitched, go inside and grab some rando to register with." His friends cracked up. They called me Gideon's loyal simp, his forever backup plan. Said I'd never end up with anyone else. But when I came out with my husband and a legit marriage certificate, Gideon just froze—pale, silent, wrecked.

For fifty years, vampires have suffered defeat after defeat in the Bloodmoon Duel, forced to watch werewolves claim the right to walk among humans. To secure her clan’s survival, Arce is forced into the hands of an Alpha of their enemy clan. But the bond that entwines them is worse than any prison—he is her mate. His blood burns in her veins, intoxicating and forbidden, binding her to the very beast she was born to destroy. She was raised to hate wolves, to see them as nothing more than savage animals. Yet every heartbeat draws her closer, every glance threatens to shatter her resolve. Now, caught between her loyalty to her people and the curse of craving him, Arce must decide—will she kill him as her father commanded, or will she fall and doom them all? The war between vampires and wolves was never truly over. And their bond may be the spark that sets the world ablaze.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

Three years ago, Avery Thorne married Julian Sterling for love. Today, she found out she was actually a human blood bank. While Avery sat in a hospital bed, Julian was busy transferring her patents, her fortune, and her very name to his mistress, Sarah. By the time the divorce papers were signed, the legal system no longer recognized Avery’s face. To the world, she is a delusional stalker named Sarah Vance. To Julian, she is a loose end that needs to be buried. Arrested and erased from her own life, Avery is left with nothing but fifty dollars and the knowledge of every security flaw in the empire she built. But Julian made one fatal mistake: he left her alive. From the shadows of the city she once owned, Avery begins a cold and calculated war. She isn't just coming back for her money or her company—she is coming back for her soul. And this time, she won't be the one bleeding.

I died building a fortress for people who wanted me in a grave. At twenty-eight, I was the perfect martyr. I sacrificed my Ivy League seat at 18 so my stepsister could shine, bled my inheritance dry to keep my family afloat, and waited a decade for a ring from a man who valued me like a stock option. My reward? A glass of poison and a front-row seat to my own murder. Now, I’m eighteen again. It’s the day before I’m scheduled to surrender my future, but the perfect saint they know is dead. This time, I’m keeping the crown, the money, and the man. Not for love, but because fifty billion dollars is more than enough to buy back my revenge. There’s just one problem: Marcus. In my past life, he was a calculating glacier. A man I thought loved me and only found out who he was on my dying bed, except in this life, everything I know about him seems different.

“Fifty Thousand dollars, going once.” The words echo through the room, cold and final, as Bianca realizes her fate is no longer her own. Desperation has led her to a place where lives are reduced to bids, and freedom has a price tag. Just before the gavel can fall, a single voice cuts through the silence, calm, powerful, and undeniable. “Twenty Million.” The room freezes. The highest bid belongs to Stefano De Luca, a man whose wealth is limitless, whose influence is feared, and whose intentions are never questioned. Sold to a man who treats power like a weapon and emotions like weakness, Bianca is forced into a contract that binds her to a world of luxury, control, and dangerous secrets. What begins as a transaction soon becomes a battle of wills, where lines blur between possession and protection, fear and desire. In a world where everything has a price, Bianca must decide whether she is merely something that was bought or the one thing Stefano De Luca never intended to lose. But what if he never intended to set her free at all?

An erotic thriller that is part Fifty Shades of Grey and part Sweet Little Lies, with a character driven exploration of pleasure, sensuality, infinite eroticism and political repercussions.Thirty-four year old Emma Hamilton’s life is comfortable and predictable, right up to the moment she reluctantly enters “The Ranch”, an exclusive club where the wives of the ultra-rich and powerful surrender all inhibitions to meet every tantalizing desire. Far outside her element, Emma is initially swept away by the secret society that promises community, infinite eroticism and the fulfillment of every sexual desire limited only by the imagination. However, she soon discovers that her afternoon of pleasure comes at a shockingly high price. The more she learns about the “members only” club, the more she realizes the dangers lurking just behind the faade of sexual indulgence. With her family, life and the career of one of the most promising politicians in the country on the line, Emma goes up against a cadre of powerful players hell bent on silencing her before she destroys them all.The Fantasy Maker is created by Emily Kendricks, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Five hundred thousand!'' ''One million!'' “Five million!” Hearing these men call these prices while the strange man twirled me, I could not help but feel disgusted. While I stood there, these men placing prices on me, I started to feel something. My wolf started to pick a scent, and next thing I knew, she called, ''mate''. ''Well, hello, mate.'' I clenched my fists as I turned, slowly, and turning to see who'd called me mate, I staggered at the sight of who it was. Alpha Alexander Ferrari, the most ruthless Alpha of all time. Before I could even make anything out of what was happening, he called, “Fifty million.” Hearing this, my legs almost gave way. . "I did not buy you so I could claim you, Amelia." He told me, and I stared at him, confused. "So, why did you buy me?" "So that you can bear me a child, the normal way…. WITH US MAKING LOVE.” WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.

To snatch a limited-edition piece of jewelry for his mistress, my blind brother was shoved down a flight of stairs. Ethan Sterling, one of the best surgeons in the country, refused to enter the operating room — all because of a tiny cut on his precious sweetheart's finger. He forged a forensic report and bought Daniel's life for a mere fifty thousand dollars. Even my own daughter turned against me: "You're a liar! Aunt Vivian is the best person in the whole world!" Later, in front of everyone, I stepped off the third-floor terrace and plunged into the void. Ethan Sterling lost his mind. He knelt by the river for three days and three nights, clawing his fingers raw against the stone. A year later, desperate to save his daughter from going blind, he knelt in a downpour begging that mysterious, world-renowned surgeon. I stood there holding my umbrella, utterly unmoved. "I'm afraid you have the wrong person, Mr. Sterling. Miss Holloway died a year ago." "I'm Mrs. Ashford. I'm here to acquire Sterling Medical."