Im Yours

"I didn’t even know it was yours! I never agreed to this—none of this was supposed to happen!" "Supposed to happen or not, that child is mine. And I don’t let what’s mine out of my sight." **** Clara had no choice other than selling her eggs to pay for her family's medical bills. But a mix-up lands her carrying the child of a dangerous Mafia lord, Mateo De Luca. Now, two months pregnant and trapped by her uncle’s debts, Clara faces the impossible choice of keeping her baby or losing everything. But Mateo isn’t done with her yet. He’s determined to find the woman carrying his heir—and when Clara realizes who the father is, everything changes.

“I don’t share what’s mine, Dove,” he warned. “And who said I’m yours?” Even as I was rejecting the notion of 'belonging' to another person, heat stole my body and mind in the predatorial claim, with the dark warning of the stranger's body and eyes. “You,” a dark and still warm grin steals his gorgeous features as every inch of me rose to his hands, silently begging for his continued attention....“You were made for me Dove and I want you to be mine this week..... Forget the cheating ex on a once in a lifetime vacation to the keys..... Ellie has no idea what fate, or her childhood friend have in store. Find out in Part One of DJ and Ellie's Second Chance BDSM Romance.

For another girl, Lex Hamilton—my fiancé of several years—dumped me in the middle of nowhere and left me to fend for myself. Three years later, he showed up with her to bring me back. "It's been three years," he said. "Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for your own good. If you don't fix that attitude of yours, don't expect to ever become my wife." They thought I'd crumble. They thought I'd beg, cling to him, and unload all the pain and humiliation I'd carried for the past three years. Instead, I smiled. "Sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'm already married."

When Aster decided to confess to her childhood friend, Xavier, she feels relieved to find out that he feels the same way about her. However, he claims that he's not ready yet, asking for her to wait until he becomes the partner he thinks she deserves. Waiting for him would've been the easiest thing she'll ever have to do in her entire life if only her stupid mate, Khai, with his dangerously adorable grin and unwavering desire to befriend her, hadn't decided to conveniently show up a week after her confession. Shenanigans ensue as Aster tries to refuse her fate, believing Xavier to be the only one for her. ( cover drawn by yours truly )

Run Topolina, Run … I love the chase. Whatever ends of the Earth, I will find you, even if you go down to hell Topolina, don't forget that's my territory. Your mine to break, mine to fuck, that sweet pussy of yours is mine to fill and breed. Alessia Rossini is bound by a marriage alliance to the Ruthless Capo in Sicily, Leonardo Morano. She was a wildfire and swore to break off the engagement. Leonardo Morano aka the Devil, is known for his ruthlessness, he is intrigued by the little wildfire, Alessia and swears to make her submit. A Love-hate relationship forms between them as they encounter problems, and weave their way through blood, schemes and plots to become one.

Akibat perbuatan kakak kembarnya, Cang Sin dikutuk tidak bisa menikah dengan perempuan manapun sementara kedudukannya sebagai putra seorang pendekar melegenda di Negeri Talipis mewajibkan ia memiliki seorang istri agar bisa memimpin perguruan Angsa Putih. Cang Sin bisa memusnahkan kutukan yang diterimanya dari perbuatan Cung Sin jika ia mampu membuat 7 pendekar wanita yang memiliki ilmu inti mau berhubungan intim dengannya. - Apakah Cang Sin mampu memusnahkan kutukan yang diterimanya tersebut hingga ia bisa melamar Im Kwan, perempuan yang dicintainya? Kutukan apa yang diberikan oleh Cung Sin pada adik kembarnya hingga adik kembarnya itu tidak bisa menikah? Apa yang akan terjadi jika Cang Sin nekat menikah tanpa memusnahkan kutukan tersebut?

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

My younger fraternal twin brother finally gets a girlfriend. Our parents, who are overseas, entrust me with the task of welcoming her. I instruct the maids to prepare a feast to welcome her. As we sit around the dining table, my brother scoops a bowl of soup for me himself. After that meal, my brother's girlfriend pulls a long face at me. "Who gave you the right to eat the soup my darling scooped? How could you be so lazy? You can't even cook, yet you're not even embarrassed to stuff yourself with all that food!" I'm stunned by her outrageous words. I reply in annoyance, "What does that have to do with you anyway? I'll do as I please!" She glares at me with hatred written all over her face and yells, "Why aren't you married yet? The family's assets belong to me and my darling. Who do you think you are that you can spend our money? "Just look at you. You will never be able to get married like this. Perhaps it'll be better for you if you beg me to introduce my elder cousin to you. He doesn't mind that you're lazy. All he wants is for you to give him a son. He earns over ten thousand dollars a month!" I'm dumbstruck by her shamelessness. I storm straight to the bathroom where my brother is and bang on the door repeatedly. "Come out here right now! What is with your girlfriend? And since when have our family's assets become yours and yours alone?"

“Do you think locking me up here will make me yours?” I whispered, eyes burning with unshed tears. “I’m not a thing you can own, Alpha. I will never be yours! You have the deed to my body, but you’ll never have the deed to my soul!” He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering.“You’re right. I don’t own your soul. But I will make you mine in ways you’ll never expect. Besides, wildflower, you’re already mine in ways you can’t even understand.” ************************* When the new Alpha King’s regime was implemented, the whole werewolf world was turned on its head, and corruption, greed, and terror spread across the land. The old alphas fell from power along with all their packs and families. Verania Waters was no exception—as the daughter of an old alpha, she received the worst treatment. Raised by a woman who hated her, once she turned twenty-one, she was sold in an auction to the notorious Rasmon Olafur, dubbed the Cruel Alpha, to become nothing more than a tool for procreation. A breeder. Ruthless, cold, and commanding, he kept her locked in his mansion, where her only purpose was to give him heirs. However, as the days went by, Verania began to see glimpses of a man behind the cruel mask—one haunted by secrets, fear, and a dark past that shaped him into who he is. It called to her in ways she couldn’t explain. But the truth was far darker than she could ever have imagined. In this deadly game of deception and power, could Verania trust the Cruel Alpha? Or would the lie she spun trap them both in a world where love was the greatest risk of all?

Der Arzt sagte, ohne die neueste experimentelle Therapie hätte ich nur noch 72 Stunden zu leben. Aber der einzige Behandlungsplatz war von Lukas Berger an Verena Lindner vergeben worden. „Ihre Niereninsuffizienz ist schlimmer“, sagte er. Ich nickte und schluckte die weißen Tabletten, die meinen Tod beschleunigen würden. In der verbleibenden Zeit tat ich viele Dinge. Als ich unterschrieb, zitterte die Hand des Anwalts: „Anteile im Wert von 270 Millionen Euro, wollen Sie sie wirklich alle übertragen?“ Ich sagte: „Ja, an Verena Lindner.“ Meine Tochter Lilli lachte fröhlich in Verenas Armen: „Mama Verena hat mir ein neues Kleid gekauft!“ Ich sagte: „Es sieht wunderschön aus. Hör in Zukunft auf Mama Verena.“ Die Galerie, die ich mit eigenen Händen gegründet hatte, trug nun Verenas Namen. „Jana, du bist zu gut.“ Sie weinte, als sie es sagte. Ich antwortete: „Du wirst sie besser führen können als ich.“ Sogar auf das Treuhandvermögen meiner Eltern verzichtete ich mit meiner Unterschrift. Endlich zeigte Lukas zum ersten Mal seit vielen Jahren ein aufrichtiges Lächeln: „Jana, du hast dich verändert. Du bist nicht mehr so aggressiv – so bist du schön.“ Ja, im Sterben war ich endlich die „perfekte Jana Hoffmann“ in ihren Augen – fügsam, großzügig, ohne Widerspruch. Der Countdown von 72 Stunden hatte begonnen. Und ich fragte mich neugierig: Wenn mein Herzschlag auf null fällt, woran werden sie sich erinnern? An die „gute Ehefrau“, die endlich loslassen gelernt hatte? Oder an eine Frau, die mit ihrem Tod Rache vollendete?