I Hate My Family

I never meant to kiss him. It was a stupid mistake—a reckless moment fueled by too much adrenaline and the thrill of a party I should never have been at. But when my lips brushed against his, the world stopped. His hands gripped my waist, his breath tangled with mine, and for a fleeting second, I forgot who he was. Liam Blackwood. My stepbrother. The guy who had tormented me since the day our parents married. The brooding, tattooed bad boy with a reputation that made girls weak in the knees. I should have pulled away. I should have screamed. Instead, I let him deepen the kiss, let his touch set my skin on fire. Now, we’re trapped in a dangerous game of stolen glances, whispered threats, and undeniable chemistry. Every moment alone is a ticking bomb. Every brush of his fingers makes me crave something I can’t have. He’s forbidden. Off-limits. But the way he looks at me? The way he makes me feel? It’s only a matter of time before we cross the line again. And this time, there will be no turning back.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

All I ever wanted was to get off this damned territory and escape my abusive family. On top of that, I would have done anything to be free from him, but his icy eyes aren’t the only thing that would hold me captive. Being in love with a high-ranked soldier is already tortuous enough, but as soon as I sign the contract he is offering me, I will be officially his possession. And officially screwed. ⚠️ TW: explicit and foul language, steamy and explicit sex scenes, abuse, violence, SA ⚠️

Please,  help me just this once." Jasmine panted with lust filled eyes. "Jazz, you're not thinking straight." Aaron replied even though he was fighting hard not to lose control. "Take a cold shower or something,  it'll help you feel better,  I promise." "No!"Jasmine argued, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in her hand. "It won't help,  trust me I've tried." "Yeah but..." "Aaron please! I need you, can't you see that? Or do you really hate me that much that you can't stand the thought of touching me?" They hated each other alright, that much was certain. But seeing Jasmine trapped in the heat of her own passion had Aaron's body reacting in ways that he could neither explain nor control, and also in ways that had him wondering if it was alright to suspend their feud for just one night. "You know what? Fuck it!" Aaron declared at last, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. "We can go back to hating each other tomorrow, but tonight, I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has."

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As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family" --- Claire was told to get married to a man she barely knew because of business income and public rumors. The McMillan family had been their enemy and business rivals for over ten years and all of a sudden, she was getting married into that same family. She couldn't object even if she wanted to because she was mute. Because of her disability, her family treated her like nothing and they only saw her as a tool for cleaning up their mess. Damien McMillan on the other hand was twisted. No one knew the real him because his attitude and intentions were hard to detect. Damien was also facing the same cruel life as Claire - cleaning up his family mess because he was a half-breed (stepbrother). Even if they saw him as a tool, Damien was something much greater. Damien was hiding his identity and was waiting for the right time to expose it but suddenly, he felt another leech around his neck when he was told to get married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson family.

To complete the dare given by her friends, Emery kisses the first stranger who steps into the club. To avoid any trouble, Emery and her friends waste no time in leaving the club. Little did she know, the guy she kissed was the new CEO of the company she worked in. Andrew Jefferson knew nothing but work, and as the heir of the country's biggest fashion brand, Faye Leather, his life had always been devoid of love until he met Emery. He instantly fell in love with her, but she disappeared in the night, just like in a fairytale. What will happen when Andrew discovers that the girl he has been looking for works in her company? Will Emery keep trying to hide her identity or will she confess the truth she has been avoiding?

“Reject us,” Kellen commanded. “No.” The word slipped from Daciana's lips. The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, shock spreading like wildfire. The triplets’ eyes widened in disbelief, their confident masks slipping. Kellen’s hands balled into fists, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at her. “What do you mean, no?” Axel’s voice broke through the noise, disbelief clear in his tone. “You’ve always hated us. You don’t want this. Reject us!” “I won't reject you” Daciana stood her ground, she had never had this kind of leverage over them before, For years, they had been in control, tormenting her at every turn. But now… now they were at her mercy. They were begging for rejection? That wasn't going to happen. She would make sure they paid for everything they've done. This mate bond they desperately wanted to break…. will not happen! **** When she didn't get her wolf on her eighteenth birthday, Daciana became an element of mockery in her pack. Everybody hated her and the students at school derived joy in bullying and making her life miserable. Daciana has hated the royal triplets all her life. She wanted nothing to do with them, and they equally hated and made her life hell. She wished to have nothing to do with them, but fate played a quick one on her, and she got mated to all three of them. The triplets, having no power to reject her, asked her to reject them, but Daciana, knowing the leverage she had, refused with the sole aim of making them pay for everything they did to her. But how long will she be able to play this game? Will she win, or will she be pulled into their seductive web now that they didn't want to let her go?