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When we were only kids, Sam Harris and I made a promise we'd marry each other if we were still single when we turned thirty. Well, my thirtieth birthday has come and gone and I'm still as single as ever. And as far as I know, so is Sam. But it's been ages since we've seen each other, and after what he did to me our senior year of college, I wouldn't put his ring on my finger even if he begged me to marry him. Never mind his devilish good looks. Or the fact that the playboy partier is a doctor now. Nope, I'm sticking to my guns with this, and when I go back to my hometown of Silver Ridge for the first time in years, I won't pay him the slightest bit of attention. Well...until he convinces me to go out for drinks to catch up. I knew it was a bad idea the moment I agreed to it. And then he brings up our childhood promise. It might be fun and games to him, but it's not to me. Because as much a I don't want to admit it, Sam has always been my first choice. And I don't want to be nothing more than his backup plan.

“If I could not escape in peace as the victim, then this time, I would be the executioner. This time… I would kill him first.” Forced into a marriage of convenience to secure the Sinclair family’s billion-dollar inheritance, Julia spends ten years trapped with a cold and unfaithful husband. On the very day she is finally supposed to be free, she is betrayed, humiliated… and murdered by her own husband and his lover. But she wakes up on her wedding day. Protected by an amulet passed down through the women of her family, she relives the same cycle for the third time. In her previous attempts, running away and submitting did not prevent her death. Now, Julia decides to change the rules: instead of trying to survive, she will seek revenge. Colder and more dangerous, Julia begins manipulating the Sinclair power games while growing closer to Caleb, her husband’s best friend, the only man who ever treated her as a choice rather than an obligation. Scarred by deep trauma, Julia struggles to trust again, while Caleb slowly wins her over with respect, consistency, and loyalty. Amid love triangles, betrayals, family secrets, and premeditated murder, Julia plans to destroy Michael, frame his lover, and bring down the empire that imprisoned her. But the greatest choice will not be revenge. It will be allowing herself to love again.

My mother-in-law suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and was rushed into the ICU. The hospital demanded a $200,000 surgery deposit immediately, so I rushed to the bank to raise my transfer limit. The trainee teller behind the counter took my ID card, swiped it through the reader, then stared at her screen for a long time. "Hello, ma'am. Our system has flagged this transaction as suspicious and potentially linked to elder fraud. Your account has been frozen." "That's impossible! That money is for emergency surgery! My mother is still waiting at the hospital!" The trainee gave me a perfectly rehearsed customer-service smile. "For the safety of your funds, we'll need the account holder to appear in person to unlock the account." I slammed my ID against the bulletproof glass and pointed at the name on it. "Open your eyes and read carefully! I am the account holder! Who else are you waiting for?" The trainee shrank back slightly, looking utterly wronged, then spoke into the microphone in a meek voice. "Ma'am, please control your behavior. The system's risk controls are determined by big data. There's nothing I can do. "If you continue shouting and disrupting financial order, I will have to call the police." Oh, I see. She wanted to play power games using company policy as a weapon? Fine. I was more than willing to play along.

Love For The Wicked Book Three. In my eyes, the world is a huge sandbox created for the big boys. Girls, money, business… and I always strive to come out on top until my father gave me an ultimatum. I needed to find a wife, or I’d lose my rights to the family business. I found the perfect woman for the scheme I devised, of course. She was beautiful, feisty, the picture-perfect wife to make my father believe I was done playing games. In return, she needed a favor, the kind that takes nine months to deliver. The rules were laid out meticulously, from the no touching to fake falling in love. After a year, we would part ways amicably with no hassle, no demands, and no regrets; after all, it was all just a game. As my plan took its course, it dawned on me that playing house was a game I never should have played. She started to grow on me, from that sexy little pout to the late nightcap, the endless dirty banter, and even the fights we had. I realize I enjoyed having her around. Trouble is, how will I make her believe I am not playing games anymore? That I don’t want her to be just my contract wife, that I don’t want twelve months with her but more?

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouquet of roses, ready to propose to her right then and there. I got into a fistfight with him, fell down a flight of stairs, and broke three ribs. That's when she finally strolled out and told me the guy was an actor, and the whole thing was supposed to be a surprise for me. Five years. Her games kept getting more extreme. From flirty texts to explicit photos, she kept pushing my limits. And I'd gone from furious to completely numb. Since she loved testing me so much, fine—I'd give her exactly what she wanted.

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing into the Shadowfang Wilds to run the dangerous rogue pack trade network. He tells me to stay out of alpha business. He says his wolf has too much on his plate dealing with the grand assembly elders. But my wolf is completely tired of being left in the dark while he plays with my raw emotions. In a world where pack resources mean survival and power dictates who commands the territory, can a young wolf survive the toxic, possessive grip of a street-hardened alpha? Or will the secrets hidden within the Stevens Alpha Dominion tear our bond apart for good?

He is everything she despises arrogant, brutal, and worshipped for the violence he delivers on the ice. Atticus Finch is the league’s most feared hockey star, a man who wins games with clenched fists and a heart carved from ice. Sheila Feint wants nothing to do with him. She sees the ego behind the fame, the rage behind the smile, the destruction he leaves in his wake. And Atticus? He can’t stand her defiance, her sharp tongue, the way she looks at him like he’s nothing more than a headline waiting to implode. Forced into close proximity by fate and circumstance, their hatred burns hotter than rivalry. Every argument crackles with tension. Every glare lingers too long. Somewhere between verbal wars, bruised pride, and moments they refuse to name, the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. But loving your enemy comes at a price. Because if Atticus lets her in, he risks exposing the darkness he’s spent years hiding. And if Sheila gives in, she might fall for the one man capable of destroying everything she believes in. On the ice, Atticus Finch never loses. But with Sheila Feint… love might be the most brutal game he’s ever played.

Willow Fletcher never asked for Ridgeway Academy. To her, the school was a fortress of wealth and privilege, where polished smiles masked sharp cruelty. But when the scholarship came, she had no choice but to step into its glittering, dangerous halls. Sweet, soft, and unworldly, Willow stood out the moment she arrived. The whispers began instantly, mockery laced with jealousy. No matter how kind she was, Ridgeway’s elite branded her an outsider. Yet, envy followed her every step. With her porcelain skin and delicate beauty, she was impossible to ignore. Especially to him. Ian Blackwood. Ridgeway’s crown jewel. The untouchable guy with a smile girls would burn for and a heart made of ice. Brilliant, composed, devastatingly charming, he was everything they wanted, and the very reason they ended up shattered. His friends thrived on games and chaos, but Ian? Ian preferred precision. A silent hunter. And Willow had caught his eye. She wasn’t desperate for him, and that was her mistake. Her innocence tempted him, and temptation was something Ian never resisted. When his friends dared him to make her fall, he accepted without hesitation. Because Willow Fletcher wasn’t just another conquest. She was a challenge. And Willow Fletcher was the kind of challenge he intended to savour before destroying

Night Stalker Series 1 It all started with a hit on my face. You see, I’m rich, a club owner and women fill in line to have a little taste of me. Until a certain devastatingly gorgeous brunette shows me that I won’t always get what I want. She challenges me that no woman ever did. The fact that she’s off-limits, I should have stopped with my little games, but I took things too far. Eventually, she becomes my addiction. I start to feel something—something so deep that I’ve never felt before, but I just couldn’t help myself. One night with her is not enough. I need to have her again. He’s an arrogant, narcissistic, and condescending SOB who gets under my skin. There's no denying that he’s attractive. But things have to change now—he shouldn’t always get what he wants because he says so. I also can't deny the fact that I’m deeply drawn to him. I start to feel something that scares me. So I give in and one thing leads to another. Until I realize that despite being a pretty face playboy, Pyke has flaws with a huge heart that capable of caring for someone like me.

UNDER HEAVY EDITING ***** "Three," he began counting "Don't you fucking touch me with those damn stinking claws, alright? I detest you so much that if I had a silver, I'd stick it right through you..." "Two" his eyes were blazing "... And I don't give a slimy fuck if you're an Alpha or not if you can just walk into a club and buy some..." "One..."  ************* Iris, a seventeen-year-old wolfless Hybrid, escapes from her abusive Pack after she's haunted down and almost killed by the Luna because her Son rejected his destined mate to be with her. Years Later, after she finds herself in the Deadly blood Canine run by three Alphas, Iris discovers that her suffering is far from over when she is won in a bet by Alpha Aidan. There are many wrong reasons within three ruthless Alphas: Aidan, Atlas, and Tristan, whose primary goal is to possess or destroy. All fun and games until she's Mated with them. To the same men who would rather kill her for owning a vampire gene. Amid the betrayals, power struggle, possession, and secrets, Iris has to decipher who she is, to protect the pack from imminent destruction. Will she? Or does she get destroyed first?