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WARNING: This story contains mature content and not suitable for very young readers. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be produced without my written permission. This a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are purely coincidental. Dawn Tonette is a cold ambassador of love. Heart-wrecker most people call her, but once she set eyes to Petrus, she becomes no less than a cute high school girl with a battalion of cherring squad, ready to win the heart of the man she loves. Karma is not a good enemy, though. Because now that her heart started beating again, she has to taste her own medicine. Petrus, a famous varsity player, has no eyes for women. He much rather touch a ball to see not the frown of his father than flirt with a girl who's not even worth his attention. However, Dawn is nowhere near giving up. She's ready to do anything in her power to force him to reciprocate what she feels. So, be ready, Petrus, for you'll soon have to see what a heart-wrecker can do for the thief that stole her heart.

The Wizard raised his head from his consultations in surprise, his surprise look was met with the frown of the Beta. "What is it?" Garry, the Beta who was seated on the right side of the Alpha, asked. The Wizard's gaze fell on the Alpha's cool and collected face "My Lord, You are cursed, the feeling of misery, emptiness, and unhappiness is till death..." .... Alpha Kaiden had always felt misery, emptiness, and unhappiness immediately he became the Alpha, discovering he was cursed was a surprise to everyone including those outside the pack, knowing fully well, the Alpha, unlike others, is a man filled with rare and great qualities which stands him out as a leader. .. "No matter how much you try, my lord, you can never find your happiness nor fulfillment, you are cursed, my lord..." ... Will he ever be free from this curse? Who will give joy to his silent and deepest cry? Will he ever be happy?? ... "I like you Kaiden" ... She just wanted him to be happy, to smile, she thought in her human knowledge, she could give him happiness and she was at all costs ready to make him happy but then she never bargained for the danger she got herself into.

On the verge of tears, she smiles. Her smile hides a storm. His touch brings the thunder. • "Are you planning to leave me?" He snarled, his voice dripping with fury. His entire demeanor contorted in anger, the chilling blankness replaced by a terrifying rage that made Zynah shudder. Fear flooded her voice, momentarily stealing her voice. Mustering all the courage she could, she forced out a "No." In a split second, Bilal's frown turned into a smile, a predator satisfied with his prey's submission. He reached out, gently framing her face. He leaned in, and for a fleeting moment, she thought he was going to hit her, but instead, she felt his lips on hers. She stilled. Pulling away after a second or so, he spoke; his voice a low, menacing murmur. "Good," he crooned, the possessiveness in his voice sending a fresh wave of tremor through her. "Because no matter how hard you try, you can never get away from me, you will only get yourself in trouble with me, and trust me, you're going to hate yourself for defying me." • He claims to love her, but his affection is a cage. Will this twisted affection set her free...or break her for good? Find out!!

In the beautiful room, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed. The two naked bodies were stuck together without a single gap, the image was so hot that it was suffocating, in the quiet space now were the woman's urgent moans, the man's panting. Suddenly the phone rang, causing Nolan's face to frown, he raised his hand to turn it off but Hellen stopped him. Looking at the name on the screen made her smile. - My dear, didn't I say I couldn't bother you tonight? - Hellen, I'm scared. Nolan is really angry with you, he went out that night, you couldn't contact him. Today is your birthday, can't he tolerate you? On the other side was the angry but crying voice of a woman, her birthday was very solemn, but at night her husband was not by her side. On this side, the man she was talking about was lying on top of another woman's body, gently biting her chest, making her almost scream. Tuyet Dung glared at him. She quickly comforted Grace with a few sentences then hung up. She didn't want anyone to disturb her on this romantic night.

Life became cruel since the day I was born. Why? Because nature chose to give me everything but my wolf. As the daughter of an Alpha, I was meant to be like him. I was meant to have the power and strength to continue his legacy but alas, the moon goddess turned her back against me and decided to make me human like my mother. I hated the life that I lived. It was filled with nothing more but hatred and cruelty from the pack members. The only reason I was still alive was because of my father, but I guess daddy privilege didn't last as long as I could. There came a time where they could no longer endure the destestful presence of a human like me….so my father took me away to somewhere he thought I would find a life. But the moon goddess still decided to frown and me and things only got worse. The cruelty and hatred increased by a thousand times and the hatred created a strong thirst for power inside of me. I wanted the power, and I went looking for it. But the question remains, would this power bind or break me? Would it bring me the respect that I deserve or the torture that I don't? How will my story end, especially when a powerful alpha from Ravenwood is involved?

“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

The day CARL BRADFORD offered me the contract: "These are the laid-down rules; Rule Number One: You are not allowed to fall in love with me. Rule Number Two: You are not allowed to kiss or hug me, except if I want to, just to convince my father, which I wish will never happen." He didn't bother to hide the disgust on his face when he made the last statement. "Rule Number Three: No one is allowed to know about this contract, not even my brother. This is strictly between I, you, and my P.A. Is that clear?" I nodded nervously, wondering if it was the right decision as I clutched my stomach. This guy was unbelievable, and so full of himself, like he rules the world, and could destroy it with the snap of his finger. "You will get paid monthly as long as we don't get caught, for a year. If you want to ever opt out from this, get ready to pay me back." He said firmly. How on earth am I going to survive with this menace for 365 days? I inhaled deeply, and forced a smile at him. "I should get back to my boss, Daniel". His face twisted into a frown when I mentioned his brother's name. No one needed to tell me, that they were sworn enemies who will forever hate each other until one step downs, or preferable, dies.

As the end of the year approaches, my wife, Sylvia Small, who is five months into her pregnancy, accidentally falls into a lake. Our neighbor who is a police officer, Raven Weber, jumps in and rescues her. Unfortunately, she slips into a coma after her heroic feat. As I rush over, I see that a crowd has gathered at the scene. Sylvia is drenched from head to toe, wrapped up tightly in a blanket. Water droplets keep dripping from the tips of her hair. "Are you alright, Sylvia?" I ask, drawing near. The moment Sylvia sees me, she moves toward me and burrows herself into my arms. She clings to me like she is clinging for dear life. "You're finally here, Zach!" she exclaims emotionally. I frown and push her away. "Just say what you have to say. This suit is expensive. Don't dirty it," I said indifferently. My words make Sylvia's eyes go wide with disbelief and shock. But that only lasts for a second before an anxious look replaces it. She holds my arms firmly and says in a choked voice, "Officer Weber is in a coma because of me. Please transfer a sum of money to me so that I can thank her for saving my life." I glance at Sylvia impatiently and reply, "What's that got to do with me? Why should I transfer you my money so that you can give it to her?"

He is my art coach. And he sucked my dick after our first lesson, obviously, I didn't know he was gay! Now, I have to accept that I am impossibly attracted to a man who is eleven years older than me and a relationship between us could never be possible….or? ~~~    “Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?” Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated.    “If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don’t do that.” Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. “If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don’t think I would be giving free blow jobs to any other man I meet in the near future…”  ~~~~ 22-year-old Model influencer, Korea's number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, has everything a boy could want: great looks, amazing talent, the only son of a billionaire family, millions of followers, and fangirls at his feet. Min-a’s quest to help his sister sign a contract with the defiant artist Kwan Seung-ho, who was a much older man leads him to a brilliant art coach who challenges his understanding of love and identity. Could they really be a couple in a society where being gay is seen as condemnable? What Epic Love Story will they write?

WARNING!!!! MATURE CONTENTS . READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION . Loveth tried to move away but he dragged her closer to him " that perfume cost so much Loveth , I am afraid I am going to ask for a collateral." Nicholas said as he let down her dress revealing her breast before him , Loveth covered her nipple quickly as she held her arms across her breasts shyly,Nicholas turned her around again for inspection and a frown on her face made him halt quickly " I don't have anything to offer you Nicho.. Boss , please let me get out of here , I will accept every punishment you give me tomorrow ." Loveth moaned when he kissed her and grabbed her butt " do you know what I hate the most Loveth ? , I hate to postpone punishment ." Nicholas said has bent his head whispering quietly in her ears " what can I do ?." Loveth asked as she wanted him and required no more urging nor instructions , guided by her need and instincts , she slid her hand sensuously through the dark hairs of his chest , and leaned forward to kiss his hard muscular flesh . Drunk Loveth Raymond kidnapped by a stranger who she realised to be a power driven man obsessed with money and power , she must do all she can to resist his charms and the sexual sparks going off between them. But she must satisfy the commanding and forceful Nicholas Hunter desires . When caught between a rock and a hard place........