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This is a seductive book with a lot of mixed up, wild and taboo smut stories. All stories here are a product of my imagination.

Ella Leen hid her identity to pursue Damon Monteverde, the genius boy who can make anything from scratch, but was still despised and looked down because of being a poor man. He hated rich people, so she thought that by enduring hardship along with him, he would be able to finally see her sincerity and love. That she was not any worse than his first ever love. But seeing that even after five years they were married together, she still can’t be compared with his first girlfriend--his first love. She finally left. But.. “You don’t love me Damon. You just can’t stand the fact that I left.” She left, not wanting to turn back, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer towards him, as his hot breath sprayed on her face. “Come back, and I prove it.” Ella chuckled, her multi-million worth of watch shook slightly under the dazzling sun, "Sorry. I can’t come back.” “I’m busy inheriting properties.”

“You aren’t my real husband so you can’t tell me what to do.” “Does this feel fake to you?” Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips down onto mine in a heated kiss. Not only stealing my breath away but flipping my entire world on its axis. *** Dove has been through more than the average person and has just taken another blow with her mother’s health when she meets the attractive Miles Scott—a billionaire who is looking for a fake wife to get his grandfather off his back. Miles proposes a deal that Dove can’t resist—if she marries him, he will help pay for the surgeries her mother needs, and they can divorce after a year. Dove thought marrying Miles would be smooth sailing, but it’s anything but when the ghost from her past comes back to haunt her in the form of her ex-boyfriend and the events that scarred her that she tried to keep buried become unearthed. As Dove’s world spins on its axis, will she be able to come out the other side unscathed? And will her ‘fake marriage’ not be so fake after all? My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO is created by A. B. Elwin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Warning: 18+ Readers discretion is advised! This book collection contains explicit scenes, mature themes, hardcore taboo, age-gap erotica, forbidden fantasies and explicit adult language. If you're not sensitive to dark, steamy controversial themes then this book is not for you, if not.... Get ready to be intrigued... To ache.. To feel... To sin!

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

The hotel calls me on the phone and tactfully reminds me that since I've forgotten to pay for the condoms I've used last night, they've deducted the sum from my VIP card. I'm a little perplexed, to say the least. Last night, I've taken on an overnight shift till late night, so I've never been to the hotel. So, I question my wife, Nyla Burdette, who's the only one that knows about my VIP card number. She just looks at me in confusion. "Honey, it costs over a thousand dollars to spend a night in that hotel! Why would I stay there, to begin with? There must be something wrong with the hotel's system!" I no longer waste my breath on Nyla. My oldest uncle, Eric Fuller, is the investor of that particular hotel, so I call him right away. "Uncle Eric, help me investigate who Nyla has taken to the hotel last night! I want to catch them in the act!"

“I am King Thorn, and I will marry your daughter…” his lips tugged in a smirk as his eyes landed on her. “What, marry?!” Payton widened her eyes. “Yes, Payton Vass. You will marry me,” he stated firmly while he locked eyes with her. Payton stared at the man who had undoubtedly lost his mind. As if the mess that they were in was not enough, how dare he show up at her house to tell her family that? === The only thing Payton Vass thought remained for her was to marry her fiance and then fully live in her dream. What she did not expect was that this beautiful dream of hers would get shattered on the night of her fiance's birthday party. How she ended up in this icey, yet hot billionaire’s bed was something she had no idea of. And as if that was not enough… The paparazzi got wind of it. To repair their broken reputations, these two strangers were forced to marry each other. “It was you who put us in this mess, Payton, and you will do as I've told you!” his eyes blazed in anger as he grabbed her arm. “It was you who did this to me! You better get us out of this mess!” she snapped back as she yanked her arm away. These two would never believe that what happened that night was a mistake and not on their own accord and would not stop hating each other. Yet, they could not get out of this marriage. While the person he hated the most was the woman who could fix his tarnished image, he was also the only one who could save her father and her business from falling.

Sweet warning, my darling sinner… These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again… She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.” Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.” And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.” Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined. Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended. Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly. **Indulge. Submit. Sin.** Ready to kneel for every single story? Turn the page… and let them all ruin you.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”