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“Tomorrow morning, I’ll leave. It’s raining thunderstorm outside..,,” “No,” he thundered, taking me by surprise. My head snapped up. “What?” “You want to divorce me right?” he bellowed. “Then leave this instant. We are no longer married.” He spat, looking at me with rage and fury burning in his eyes. He looked nothing like the calm gentleman I fell in love with. “Adrian—” “I hope you get torn into pieces by an unknown creature you homeless parasite!” he spat. “Huh?” I gasped. Me? Homeless? “I'll give you few seconds to change your mind Elara…” he sneered. “Because the moment you set your feet off this mansion… you will be worth nothing!” ******* Three years ago, Elara Sanz-Alonso walked away from a billion-dollar legacy to marry for love. But when she discovers she is nothing more than a shadow of another woman in her husband’s eyes, her perfect world shatters. Betrayed and heartbroken, Elara makes a choice that will shake the nation’s elite—she reclaims her place as heir to the Alonso dynasty, but the price of her return is an arranged marriage to the one man she once ran from: Killian Dreven, the Ice Monarch. They meet again and Elara sets firm boundaries, but what happens when the man who was rumored to be ruthless, starts to shower her with care and attention, so much that it scares her. Why is Killian keen on marrying her even though she ditched him in the past? What secret does he hold and why the hell does he treat her like she's the only person that matters? Will Killian break down her walls? Or will she end up breaking his?

"We both know that this match is not our will, for that I offer you a contract." my eyes widened in surprise Henry's words, an open offer from a man she had met for the first time. What the average family couldn't do, this sort of thing happened easily with the righ folks I went over several points of the written agreement there. *Do not intervene in personal life * Maintain the confidentiality of the marriage contract agreed to by both parties *The marriage lasts at least two years, but if the separation is still difficult to implement, it can be extended until circumstances permit. I read some interesting points. Although this type of contract is not natural for a couple who is about to get married. For me, the prenup made me more prepared than having to guess what would happen later when she became part of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank, please write your wish" Henry swung his finger lightly. Skillfully, Henry's assistant handed me a ballpoint pen. * Appreciate parents on both sides as a family *No physical contact *Stay in separate rooms *** I am someone who prefer being alone and I have never had a boyfriend and she dont care. Unfortunately, my sister who does have a boyfriend has been betrothed to a billionaire's son who she will now be forced to marry. I pitied my sister and decided to replace her... Well, Henry, the billionaire's son doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know so he proposed a contract to me. I found that helping, huh? Two years later, we will file a divorce and that will be the end of us or so we thought.

Out of her mundane life Ava sparked the interest of one of the celestial. Something she read from books and heard from stories but she chose to reject their existence. Will her personal vendetta cost her life or lead her to something better? A mere human who thought she was just caught in the crossfire among the gods. When in fact she was the root of it. 'Words are powerful because you wouldn't know who is listening, huh?' That's what she said on their first meeting. Still forcing herself not to believe even if the proof is right in front of her. His intent was to prove his innocence to her. Yet he entangled himself for a bigger mess, is it really? The mere spectator from before is now part of a dangerous game. His choices will determine not only his fate but of the two worlds and the entire humanity. The more he wanted to break free the more he gets drawn to her. An unexplained phenomenon he felt for the first time since he was created. 'You wouldn't know how it feels unless you go through the same ordeal.' He remembered what his friend told him and realized that he was eating his own words. He was willing to abandon everything just to be with her. Even if it meant being selfish for the first time. He is changing for the worse but can't let go of her now. Not when she already meant everything to him. When the hope of redemption seems impossible, a revelation is unleashed. More questions emerge instead of answers they needed. Will it become the cure or just another poison? What are they willing to sacrifice for their freedom and salvation? Do they even have that choice? Or would they cease to exist leaving no traces behind?

Connor Greene, a golden boy in Brookhaven, is unwittingly drugged, and I end up being the cure for his "predicament". It's exactly a month later when I discover that I'm pregnant during a routine medical examination. Upon learning the news, Connor offers me 50 million dollars to carry the baby to term, and then another ten million dollars to take full custody of the child. It's then that Julie Sutton, my so-called righteous friend, persuades me to terminate the pregnancy, saying, "You ought to know that money isn't everything, Queenie. If you throw away your dignity for just 60 million dollars, then you're no better than those women who entertain men in clubs!" In my past life, I had an abortion at Julie's suggestion and pursued legal action against Connor, accusing him of assault. I later sought financial assistance and support from Julie after my parents fell gravely ill, but Julie slapped me hard across the face instead. "Your parents are seriously ill, and instead of figuring things out on your own, you come running to me, huh? You're truly shameless, Queenie!" Julie broke off our friendship right then, and I also lost the lawsuit against Connor. I couldn't afford the treatment, so my parents' lives were cut short by their illnesses. In the end, the grief of losing them was too much, so I decided to take my own life by jumping off a rooftop. When I open my eyes, I find myself returning to the day Julie tried to persuade me to get an abortion.

The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak. We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat... His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away. Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love. Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day. The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride. I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong. The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned: "So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?" Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a hot little viper in bed." The room erupted in sleazy whistles. "So, you really gonna marry her, young boss?" "Are you kidding me?" Enzo scoffed. "Vivian's just a warm-up. Once I get some practice in, I'll go tame the Falcone ice princess. When I get bored, I can always circle back and put a ring on her." I stood frozen in the doorway, my vision blurring, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. Before the world faded to black, I sent a coded message to the Don: "Uncle Romano, for the promotion in three days, get me a transfer. As far away from Enzo as possible."

.. his fingers were assaulting my hole while I stood there, side of my face pinned to the locker, ass in the air taking it like slut, howling deep in my throat. “You like it huh?” His voice was deep, raw, no warmth, a near growl, movements quickening. “You like offering me your whole to do as I please” he whimpered and I felt three fingers slip in. My back arched so hard, tensing in place, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, saliva drooling from my mouth, guttural moan echoing in my throat. “Now I just have to wreck you” he murmured through gritted teeth and with that, he roughly nudged my stance wider. My cock dangled, precum leaking from my tip... This collection is not about love. There are no soft confessions, no forever promises, no gentle hands reaching for something pure. These stories are built on raw hunger...men consumed by obsession, dominance, and the need to take what they crave without apology. Inside these pages are ruthless encounters between men who don’t believe in romance. Men who use bodies like addictions. Men who pin, command, consume, and leave bruises where tenderness should have been. Desire here is violent, intoxicating, and shameless. Every touch burns with greed. These are not stories about soulmates. They are stories about dark locker rooms, sweaty midnight encounters, rough mouths, possessive grips, filthy whispers, and desperate cravings that refuse to stay hidden. Men giving in to temptation with no guilt and no restraint. Men chasing release like starving animals, devouring each other simply because they can. No hearts. No healing. No salvation. Just sweat, tension, sin, and the dangerous thrill of men who know exactly what they want from other men and take it hard, fast, and without mercy.

I'm the daughter of the Alpha King of the Werewolf Alliance that's based in Valdoria. In order to give my Alpha fiance whom I've never met before, Lucas Howell, a surprise, I've specifically hidden my scent as a royal she-wolf. Clad in a seemingly ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I walk into the venue, where the Dark Shadow pack is hosting their annual celebration. As soon as I take my seat at the main table, which has been reserved for me, I feel someone dumping a glass of red liquid onto me. A she-wolf wearing a red dress that comes with a deep V-neck can be seen standing in front of me. Her expression is one of disdain. "Where did you come from, you filthy Rogue? You really think you get to sit at the main table, huh?" As I wipe the wine stains off my clothes, I do my best to suppress the ferocity of my wolf. "Lucas has specifically reserved this seat for his mate. Why can't I sit here?" The she-wolf acts as though she's heard the biggest joke ever. She then point at her work badge that's pinned on her chest while saying mockingly, "I'm Lucas' personal secretary as well as the future Luna whom everyone has acknowledged. In this pack, my word is the law here. "Guards, drag this delusional half-breed away and throw her out!" What a coincidence. Lucas has just texted me, pleading with me to announce our relationship as soon as possible. I dig out my phone and dial his number. Then, I put my phone on loudspeaker mode. "Your personal secretary claims that she's the future Luna, and she has commanded the guards to throw me out. What's your explanation for this matter, hmm?"

"Bhai… you can't act aggressive here. You love her and want to marry her. But she doesn't and you need to understand this. She doesn't even know you are the same man she used to talk with before", Sammy tries to reasonify. "Then what do you want me to do, huh? What should I do? Should I just leave from here and wait till the day she would be ready fully. It's been a goddamn fucking 2 years I'm looking for her. And now that I finally found her, she declines to marry me just like that", he says, seething. "But she doesn't know you are the one. She knows you as a guy fixed by her and our parents and even before seeing her you knew the same. Then why be angry with her", he says in a calmed tone making him agree. "Fine then. Let's wait and watch till she says yes because I-Am-Not-Going-Anywhere-From-Here. She has to marry me today or whatever the date mom decides", he says and fixes Sammy's shirt with a big smile. "But.. bhai..", he stops as Karan shows his palm to him. Crazy, He has lost it!!, he mutters internally looking at Karan. ************* Dia is an independent girl whose career was her first priority and wishes to never fall in love. While Karan the cold hearted dominant guy falls for her gradually and tries to make her his. He didn't want her for his one time lust, but for the rest of his life. He wanted her to be with her always and entitle her as his 'Wife'.  But what he didn't know was the upcoming storm which was ready to destroy his marriage. Will he be able to save his married life? Or will lose her till the end?

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

The air in the room was thick as the electric heat of a mistake was in progress. "Yeah, right there... Ah," I gasped, the words catching in my throat. Every sensation was surreal, the sounds of skin slapping. Jayden moved with a raw, desperate energy, his tattooed hands gripping me. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, a dark, playful smirk tugging at his lips as sweat shimmered down our bodies "You like that huh?" he murmured, his voice low with a teasing vibration that sent a fresh shiver racing down my spine. "Hmm," I could only moan in response, my eyes fluttering shut as I let the waves of ecstasy pull me under. "What the fuck Is it going on here?" The voice didn't just break the silence; it shattered the room. It was a guttural roar that turned my blood to ice. Jayden scrambled backward, the bed sulking under his sudden movement. "Shit... " he hissed, his face draining of color as he fumbled for his jeans. I felt coldness piercing through my nakedness. My hands shook violently as I reached for my dress, the silk feeling like lead in my fingers. I couldn't lookup. In the doorway stood Richard. He wasn’t shouting anymore, the silence was unbearable. His eyes, usually filled with a composed warmth, were now dark with a devastating betrayal. He looked at Jayden, then his gaze drifted to me half-clothed on his son’s bed. "Lena..." His voice broke. "How could you?" He didn't wait for an answer. There was no explanation needed. Richard bowed his head, his shoulders slumped under the weight of a heartbreak he hadn't seen coming, and turned his back on us. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed through the hallway.