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On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

Natasha Davies, an ex-assassin is tasked with the job of finding “Hell”, the lord of the Italian mafia and assassinating him. The job seemed practically impossible but with her sister’s life on the line, Natasha is determined to give it her all. Along the line she meets the domineering Lorenzo Lizzo, a man who stirs unexplainable raging feelings within her. Unaware of his identity as “Hell”, She gets carried away by his pressing demands, touches and caresses. What happens when they both discover their true identities underneath the mask they have both created for themselves? Will Natasha Davies be far too deep in their forbidden romance, risking the life of her sister or will she bury a knife in his chest? Read more to discover a crisscross between forbidden love, loyalty, and power

"I want the entire show" he said, looking her in the eye. "I beg your pardon?" She asked, frowning in confusion, straightening on her chair. "I want the entire fucking show, get your information from me, talk to me, seduce me, sleep with me if you have to. I want to see how you work" he said, crossing his arms over his chest "only then would I decide whether or not to keep you in the job" *********************** When Aurora is assigned to work for her Don and Alpha's son, complications happen. The new Capo Dei Capi, Alpha Dante puts her up for a challenge. She is to impress HIM and get the information that she and his father were looking for.

A love so beautiful, she dreamt of a future with a man that will capture her heart but all that changed when she met him... The way his eyes will always stare at her like he could see through her soul made her restless. The way he's always holding her closely to his chest, the way his voice sends shivers down her skin makes her want to run far away from him... But, he would stop at nothing until she become his, he would make her his queen and she is king... "I hate this feeling, stop this!" "You have to get used to this, Penelope. Get used to being my woman. You belong to me, solely to me and no one else...

Stefan's eyes shot up in time to see Sky standing at the foot of the stairs. Stefan's lips fell apart at the sight before him. Standing in all his glory was the beautiful, flawless, shirtless and sexy as all fuck, Sky. His eyes a perfect baby blue, the sparkles all gone yet they held Stefan captive. Sky was bigger, his toned chest flex with well-defined muscles, his lips a full sexy red color, his long honey brown hair gliding down smoothly to his shoulders. God, he was breath taken beautiful. Stefan was on his feet before he knew it, he was walking towards his price, the pull too strong to ignore like a magnet attracted to the other one. ****

“What does that mean? You are rejecting me?” Julia asked. I felt a pain in my chest, but I knew this was the right thing to do. “You do not belong in my world; please accept this so we can both move on,” I reply. “No,” she replies. “No?” I ask confused how this human could refuse my rejection. Eric is the Prince of the Wolf Kingdom. He is on a quest to find his fated mate. But when he finally finds her, he learns she is human. And he cannot accept a human for a fated mate. Or can he? Challenges along the way test them in ways they could not imagine. Note - this story can be read as a stand alone; it is the continuation of the Rejected series for those wanting to read in order.

For five years, she lived in limbo….caught between hope and grief, waiting for the day her mother might wake up. When that day finally comes, joy floods her chest, too overwhelming to contain. She races home, desperate to share the miracle with the man she loves. But instead of open arms, she finds open betrayal. Her husband. Her Best cousin sister. Twisted in the sheets of the life she thought was hers. With her world in ruins, she runs…into the night, into the arms of a stranger, into anything that isn’t this. For one night, she doesn’t want to feel. For one night, she wants to forget. But when the morning comes, will she still recognize the woman staring back at her? Will she able to face the consequences of her action?

One day she had been moaning and squirming under her husbands chest as he made love to her every chance he got. The next thing he was telling her that he didn't love her. The press wrote all sorts of stories about how she cheated with Andre's business partners. Jeanine (Andre's mother) had thrown her out like a dog. It all seemed like a life time ago but she learnt to forgive and move on. She didn't have any grudge against them. Everything happened for a reason and maybe this was her fate. She just wanted to give her son the best life she could possible.

In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened America, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes. In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife safely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake. After the unforgettably initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: "No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!" And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of ruins that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son. He began to direct his attention towards where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son s classroom would be in the back right corner of the building; he rushed there and started digging through the ruins. As he was digging, other helpless parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: "My son!" "My daughter!" Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off what was left of the school, saying: "It s too late! They’re all dead! You can’t help! Go home! Come on, face reality, there s nothing you can do!" To each parent he responded with one line: "Are you going to help me now?" And then he continued to dig for his son, stone by stone. The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off the school s ruins saying, "Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You’re in danger. We’ll take care of it. Go home."

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.