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The fifth time we went to the courthouse, James Ceasar and I still weren’t officially married. We had picked a good day for it, but right before it was our turn, he got a call and rushed off in a hurry. With my eyes turning red, I pointed at the screen showing the waiting numbers, trying to stop him. “We're next. It won't take more than ten minutes. We can get it done fast. Once we’re officially married, you can go and deal with whatever’s so urgent. It won’t take long.” James was the CEO of his company, so he had full control over his schedule. That was why I said it like that, not thinking it would be a big deal. However, he just glanced at the screen, handed me the ticket with our number on it, and looked annoyed. “I can marry you anytime,” he said. “But right now, I’ve got something I need to take care of. Don’t make a fuss.”

Peter Wayne, is a painter known for being playful. He was only rumored to be like that, but he hasn't slept with any women. Then, while being drunk by his friends, he had an affair with a woman. So she left and left him some money. Peter was considered a concubine, so his friends laughed at him. Mia Joan is a quiet person, who always lives in her shell after losing a loved one by her side. But her shadowy life is illuminated by Peter, a man she once considered troublesome. He was so good, that he reached out to pull her out of the scary darkness. Their love begins there. The cynical, immoral painter fell in love with a cold, pure novelist and screenwriter.

 “Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sudden intrusion and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.  I was going crazy. This stranger was driving me crazy. I could feel her clench her insides at the sudden intrusion and it took me all the self control I could muster from my whole ancestors to not release in a single thrust. “Fuck Ella… you're doing so good… I whispered raggedly in her ears as her whimpers filled my senses.  I started slow but with each thrust deeper and harder than the last and when it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I increased my pace and thrust faster, earning louder and faster moans from her. I didn't know what I enjoyed more. Her ecstatic whimpers or actually fucking her senses away. ************************************************************ Elara and Dylan, two complete strangers, mischievously ended up in the same hotel room and they shared a night of hot passion after their drinks got spiked. Unknown to the both of them, powerful forces are working to unite the both of them for a greater and more sinister motive.

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

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Séptima Belleza Velasquez started her journey after entering thr Roxwell Academy. It is a place where vampires and other supernatural creatures are trained to be in a full form and to be a warrior of their Nation - Seville against the Nation of the North. When the people knew she has a blonde hair, she was criticised, feared and hated by the people of the Academy. All the things got worst when the Travenjour selected her to be one of the Dauntless. The most dangerous and dark sect of the academy. But it was nothing to her to be one of the Dauntless, until she got to knew their stories. They accepted her as one of them. But then, troubles never die. The warriors of the North attacked the Academy. They're finding her because of the said prophecy that the elders only knew about it. Then she discovered her real identity, her purpose and her mission. She's the only weapon of the North to wipe out the entire Nation of Seville. A very dangerous prophecy that will turn them all into ashes and will cover them with bloods is on her hands. And the only way to stop the prophecy, is to kill her.

Sofia was a stubborn, party girl at the age of twenty three. She was wild and carefree. One lustful night, she found herself defenceless into the arms of a gorgeous man. She was drunk and wasted and so she drool herself into his emerald eyes. No one could have warned her on how forbidden it could be to have a night with Vance Elordi. She surrendered herself and it was a blissful night to remember. Vance Elordi's defenses crambled the moment he saw her sitting alone at the corner of his favourite bar. Target locked. He would own the lady in red and no one could stop him. He made her sceam in the most delactable way and it was a night that he would never ever forget. It happened one night, it should end that night. But then again, as life was full of surprises, Sofia met him again in a party. Worst part? Her mother just told her that he was gonna be her stepbrother. As fuck up as it could be, Vance started desiring her more and she seems to be losing all control.

Have you ever experienced the love that strikes at the most unexpected place, like the arrow of cupid went haywire, or like the love potion you made for someone landed in someone else's hand. How Columbus must have felt when he started in search of a sea route to the East Indies, but ended up discovering America? I mean, it was even better, isn't it? That's what going to happen to our Jia Davis, a 23 year old 'full of life' girl. Her life revolves around her friends and her adventures. Her friends love her with their life. So is she ready to face the world of love after her first unfortunate experience, or she will do what she is been doing, that is 'staying away from the mess' and as she always says 'love is waste of time'. But that doesn't stop her from crushing on the most handsome man she had met. Is he the one who will make her believe in love, or maybe someone...

What could possibly be describe as your worst nightmare?. I will tell you, my worst nightmare could be describe as seeing my boyfriend and my twin sister... 'Together' in prom. It was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life, kelvin had told me he had a surprised planned out. I did get my surprise, but it wasn't the kind of surprise I was expecting. Till this very day, I have terrible scary dream of that night. It could be tagged as a nightmare. Well.. now I'm a full grown lady, when I mean full. I mean really fat. You see, this is the difference between my sister and I. She's the pretty one, and I am.. I'm the ugly fat one. Ever since I was a child, everyone has favoured her much more than me. Even my parents loves her more than me . It sucks, I know. Just when I thought I would be living a really boring and unloved life, I met Jason. He is handsome, He is chivalrous, and has this funny charming character. And the last of his quality, he has his own company. He is a freaking Billionaire. At first, I wasn't quite taking by jason.. so I gave him the cold shoulder's. But Jason wasn't the kind of man to give up. To him, I was another business opportunity that he needs to get at all cost. I guess because he saw it that way, that was why he was very committed. I did end up falling him, we got married really quickly. And then, I thought that I have found my life long partner. But unknown to me, Jason had a secret, a secret that shouldn't get out in the open. To hide this secret, jason got married to me. This time, the dream's on me!

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.