Frog Door Knob

When the debt of Freya Lomie's neck was almost driving her crazy, all of a sudden she started getting an envelope filled with money from an untraceable location. Three times she got the same exact envelope, filled with $20,000 which not only could bring her out of the slump of debt, but could also seal her fate, with just four words attached to it, “...You..." "..Belong..." "... To Me...” Freya ignored the warning sign, paid off her debt, lived a comfortable life, a year later, a knock was heard on her door, a man stood before her, his eyes dark, lips pressed In firm fine line, the moment he let out the word, Freya knew her life would never remain the same again. "Iam here to collect You"

On their fifth anniversary, Auliffe Albano's best friend sneaked into her fiance's room instead of her, but she was in the next room, spending the night with a stranger. Nine months later, she gave birth to a child, and the child's father, Hawk Valiente, came to the door the next day after she gave birth. Hawk was dressed in black slacks and a white long sleeve. Hawk persuaded Auliffe to marry him or give her custody of the child. But who can explain to her how the man she married for convenience is the CEO of a multinational group of companies and a billionaire? One night's blunder would entangle her life and career which result in much more than they could have imagined. Will the unexpected misstep lead to real love in the end, or will break them apart?

Orphaned and raised under abuse by her uncle, Luna sees in marriage to the cold and powerful Ethan Salvatori a chance to change her life. For two years, she believes she has found safety… until she is brutally rejected the day she discovers she’s pregnant. Ethan files for divorce and plans to marry Amara — all to secure the multimillion-dollar inheritance left by his father. Humiliated and thrown out of the house, Luna flees the city. That’s when she discovers the impossible: She’s pregnant... with triplets. But life still has one final blow: her children are kidnapped. Desperate, she returns to the city and knocks on the door of the only man who can help her — her ex-husband. Will Luna and Ethan be able to let go of the past and join forces to find their children? And in the midst of pain and the search, is there still room for love?

Opening the door to my bedroom, my heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia Carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.” Here starts my story..well, no my story had long begun this was just another phase of it. ******** Brock Dawson, mourning his beloved mate’s death is my mate. Well, new mate I guess. But he is still in love with his dead mate. He wasn't willing to take up a new mate. Great. Applause to my fate. A cheating mate and a mate still in love. Was Brock still in love? Or is there a secret he doesn't want to share? will Thalia recover her rejection and move on? or is she plotting her revenge?

What makes the Moon Stone Packs think Mandava was the safest place to hunt?? Why would they think it was the only place where they can find what they want?? The night was calm just as usual. Everyone sat in their homes, with their doors locked. That was the rule, and it must be obeyed... They discussed happily as they dined together. No one knew what the night held. Not until the door banged open, two strange men walked into their home. " Who are you? " Their father asked, " What do you want? " " Girls, stay behind mommy. " Said their mother as she cuddled them behind her. " We're here for your daughter. " Said one of the men. " Which of my daughters? " Asked their mother. The men stared at the three girls whose eyes were buried to the ground. " Her. " He pointed at one of the girls. ~~~~

Sherry was ready to leave her billionaire husband's mansion. She was mad because his husband backed out on his words and didn't give her a divorce based on their agreement before their twins were born. Ready to leave, she showered her adorable twins with kisses and hugged them one last time, hoping that when they grew up, they wouldn't hate her for abandoning them. Her husband stood near the door; he declared, "If you leave this house today, you will never see the twins again." Distraught, she replied, "Take care of the twins for me." Sherry exited the room with tears falling on her cheeks. While descending the staircase, a nagging question was burning in her mind. Is it worth abandoning her twins just to be with the guy who can make her happy?

I begged my boss, Arthur Hutton, ninety-eight times for us to get officially married. Each time, he canceled our plans because his childhood sweetheart deliberately lured him away. On the ninety-ninth attempt, I waited for him at the city hall. Arthur simply patted my head and then put up a sign on the door that read, [Serena Xander and Dogs Not Allowed.] He said indifferently, “Millie’s throwing a fit, and I can’t calm her down. I need to marry her first. “I’ll divorce her, so just wait for me. Next Wednesday is a good day. I’ll marry you then.” But he did not know that I only had ninety-nine chances to give. I would be resigning the following week.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

He doesn’t knock. He breaks the door down—and your back with it. In Nailed: Men In Heat, the men are ruthless, brutal, and always hard. They bend you over desks, shove you face-first into pillows, and split you open like they paid for the right. No sweet talk. No cuddling. Just cum, bruises, and the sound of skin slapping skin. You’ll gag. You’ll drool. You’ll beg. And he’ll just keep going. Spit-soaked. Ass-up. Throat-fucked. He’ll ruin your hole, coat your insides, and leave you leaking for days. If you’re not shaking by the end of the chapter? You’ll be begging for the next man to finish the job. These are raw, relentless, hole-filling fucks—and they always finish deep. One thrust and you’re addicted.

The new intern, Cynthia Joller, had posted about me online, claiming the company had made them use their leave for team building. No one wanted to fly all the way to an island to spend time with colleagues. However, what the internet did not know was that our company's team-building tradition involved booking a top-notch five-star resort every year: all-inclusive, family-friendly, with an extra three days of paid leave, and a $30,000 budget per person. The whole internet dubbed me a cold-blooded capitalist, so I decided to give in to their demands and issued a notice. [In response to employee feedback and to honor personal time, this year's team-building retreat has been canceled. Instead, a $500 allowance for personal travel will be provided.] The notice stirred up a commotion in the company. Long-time employees gathered at my office door, pleading for the return of the sunny Madiles retreat.