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Mia, an 18 year old. Living a life no one should ever have to experience. Having an abusive father and a mother who would love her father no matter how many times he abused them. How will the MMA fighter who she felt an instant connection fit into her life? Having no choice but to escape her horrible life, leaving everything and everyone she knows behind. How will Mia be able to live on her own? Will Mia be able to leave her past life behind?

Bing-er, Qing, BingQuing… One girl with many names…Nameless with only the words BingQuing serving as an identity from young, that was who she was.One day, tragedy struck, and all left of her was a girl being sold in the slave market.Deciding that the heavens and fate was cruel, she vowed to become even stronger in order to overcome her destiny to become a slave.“This life will never end in a bad end for me, if heaven dares to swallow me up in its game of fate… Then I will swallow it up and break through to be the overlord of the nine heavens!”Thus a fate changing nameless one was born to rule over the world.

When Jasmine Martin walked into the school’s building she had no idea how her life was going to change. Meeting Josh Tillman was life changing for many reasons. Including learning a bit about a professor desires...

"I must say, you are such a beautiful woman and the first kind one in my life" he said to her sincerely. Those were the words that led Kayla, who was rejected by her mate, into the Lycan's king bed. He had said the words she so desperately wanted to hear, and she soon found herself with a baby bump and her world took a turn. From a servant to carrying the king's child. How does she cope in a world she is not familiar with? Well, pretending could go a long way, but what happens after that?

“Be a good girl and hold your legs open, little slut. You’re gonna take daddy’s cock, every inch, while your bastard ex-boyfriend watches.” ****** We’ve all undoubtedly long to experience being claimed, owned, devoured and ruined by multiple men at once. To have them call all the shots, use and throw you around like a weightless doll… it’s not just wild, it’s… taboo. Here’s an opportunity to live voraciously through the scotching pages, and experience a thrill of pleasure unlike never before. Here, raw heat is unashamedly served with a side of forbidden, and toppings of so many illicit desires. Before diving in, put aside your hesitations, your morals and your conscience— yes, that. And strut in with nothing but a hunger that would be thoroughly sated from the very first page. From shy virgins losing their first time to a group of hot daddies, to a little brat being ruined by her father’s bestfriend group, to an innocent nerd being devoured by her group of childhood bullies, and so much more. Here, the men here are unapologetic dark, dirty and dangerous. They don’t ask for permission, they take, they claim and they devour. [An Erotica Collection.]

Toxic. Suffocating. Crazy. Those are just some of the many words that people use to describe Klaire Owen, an A-Class Hollywood actress famous for her many scandals and crazy ex-girlfriend behavior. For the past two years, she has been in a relationship with Casey Miller, the son of a multi-millionaire businessman, who even recently proposed to her. The problem is that even though Casey loves Klaire, her extremely possessive personality is enough to drive him away as it almost has in the past. Wanting to save the relationship before it's too late, he goes to Ava Maddison, a world-renowned couples therapist who has healed some of the most broken and lost relationships. But what he didn't expect was to see even more faults in Klaire and his relationship, the longer they received council from Ava. He also didn't expect to make it all the way to the wedding but more importantly what he did the night before.

"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

“Lou,” He called out before I could open the door to his office, “I have always wondered just how loud you would scream when I'm fucking you.” I stop in my tracks, unable to move or turn back to look at him, because if I do, he will see just how much his words affect me. Because this idiot man has not just said if, he said when. Years after I fled town with a shattered heart, trying to outrun the pain of a high-school romance that turned out to be nothing more than a cruel bet. But life brings me face-to-face with the last person I ever wanted to see again. The boy who broke me is now a man, and he is now the owner of the strip club I work in. I need this job to keep a roof over my grandmother’s and my head, and he knows it and he uses it tooo well. With a single sentence, he doubles my salary and pulls me right back into the gravity of his presence, like the years apart never happened. But everything changes the moment he finds out I have a boyfriend. The guilt I saw in his eyes hardens and darkens, then turn into possessiveness, something I remember all too well. He once walked away from taking what that stupid bet demanded… my virginity, and now, it’s painfully clear he intends to make sure I don’t give that part of myself to anyone who isn’t him. Because in his mind, no matter how many years have passed… I’m still his.

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.