Inosuke Entertainment District Pose

The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle. He looked like a man who’d never heard the word ‘no’ in all his life. Unluckily for him, ‘no’ was the only word she had. “There's no reason why I should stay,” Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. “I’m not marrying you.” His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further. “But you haven’t heard my proposal yet,” he said mildly. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” “I don’t need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no.” “Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven’t, in fact, heard me out…. Anna.”

"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now." I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior. "One night," I told myself, "just one night." But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did. By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut. The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city. And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?

Stanley Porter, my wife Jessica Evans’ close male friend, and I are both competing to be the next fire captain. In my first lifetime, I was chosen by a unanimous vote. On my very first night on duty as captain, Jessica came over to the fire station to celebrate with me. Sticking to my duties as captain, I didn't touch a single drop of alcohol. Yet, after drinking the chicken soup Jessica gave me, I fell into a deep sleep. That night, a massive fire broke out in the old district, resulting in the deaths of 58 people. Because I missed the station's alarm, I was accused of dereliction of duty and labeled as the main person responsible for the tragedy. The enraged families of the victims ended up beating me to death. In my second lifetime, I withdrew my name from the selection for captain. I handed the badge over to Stanley instead, saying, "You're better suited to be captain than I am." I'd assumed that this was enough to ensure that the fire couldn't be pinned on me. Yet, when the authorities looked into the fire, they ended up seeing me appear in the security footage from where the fire began. Everyone assumed I'd deliberately started the fire to get back at Stanley out of jealousy for losing out on the captain position. I now open my eyes again to live my third life. I watch as Stanley excitedly gives his speech on the podium after being made the captain. This time around, I submit a request for annual leave and take a cab straight to the airport.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

"I'm a stripper, so what?" "You dare speak to me like that?" Ryan growled. "You ungrateful, good-for-nothing, wretched stripper." "You have no right to judge me. You're only privileged by luck." "Don't get too comfortable. You never know what's coming for you. Watch your back." Did I just stand up to the most ruthless and feared billionaire in town? Unfortunately, he's my husband. And I might be in deeper trouble than I thought. Ryan, a spoiled and ruthless 30-year-old billionaire, can't access his father's empire unless he's married. Desperate, he contracts Iris -a bold 26-year-old stripper-to pose as his wife. Iris, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, agrees. But as her life finally seems to come together, shadows from the past threaten to tear it apart. Ryan's hidden identity and a dark family secret push their lives into turmoil, with his manipulative mother determined to keep the truth buried. Will Iris be the key to unlocking Ryan's empire, or will their fake marriage lead to something far more real-like love? And as tensions rise, will the empire fall into unexpected hands?

Pour le monde, Lucas de Bourbon est un désastre. C'est le "voyou" tatoué de l'aristocratie française, récemment expulsé d'un pensionnat suisse et largué dans le manoir immaculé de mon père à Paris. Pour moi, c'est mon nouveau demi-frère — et ma plus grande distraction. Mon père me pose un ultimatum : Donner des cours à Lucas pour qu'il ne rate pas sa dernière année, ou dire adieu à mes rêves de la Sorbonne. Mais son numéro de "méchant garçon stupide" est un mensonge. Dans le silence poussiéreux de la bibliothèque du grenier, Lucas ne regarde pas les livres. Il me regarde. Il connaît mes secrets. Il sait que je ne suis pas aussi "parfaite" que je le prétends. Et plus j'essaie de lui enseigner, plus il m'enseigne… à quel point il est bon d'être mauvaise.

Six years ago, Qin Yue broke up with her high school sweetheart, Lu Sheng, to pursue her career in acting. However, her smooth sailing career is stuck amidst a tempest and she is nearly forced to quit her career.But, like some shore to a deserted, she ends up getting signed under NC- an entertainment company which was currently ruling the industry.Little did she know that the light of hope which shimmered upon her was actually a Hell fire awaiting to engulf her whole.Her world turned upside down when she realized that that her new Boss was no one else than Lu Sheng and her constant failures were all his doings. Angry and hurt she asked him if he was satisfied to see her in this state for which he coldly replied, "Do you think I hate you this little?"Qin Yue had no other option than to surrender herself to this fate and accept whatever punishment he gave her.But the question is, can Lu Sheng really cause harm to the girl whom he had loved and protected once?

Warning bacaan dewasa 21+ bergenre mafia dark romance Di balik gemerlap dunia entertainment dan mimpi jutaan wanita yang mendambakan kehidupan sempurna seperti seorang Starla Casidy, sang bintang sendiri justru sangat menderita. Suami sekaligus managernya, Joe Leopard selain manipulatif dan temperamental, tega mengumpankan Starla kepada gembong mafia keji demi mendapatkan keuntungan fantastis. "Hentikan! Jangan menyentuhku dengan kurang ajar, Tuan!" Starla menggeliat melawan di bawah tubuh berotot kekar itu dengan mata tertutup kain hitam. "Malam ini sang bintang jatuh di pelukanku, jangan harap kau bisa lolos, Starla! Menyerahlah dan mendesahlah untukku ... kau cepat sekali basah, hmm!" Jemari Brocklyn Hanson bermain di bagian lembut wanita itu dan ini baru permulaan dari segala kegilaannya. Akankah rangkaian mimpi buruk kehidupan Starla berakhir atau dia justru jatuh ke neraka terdalam bersama sang devil yang tak akan pernah melepaskannya? Cover: Ryu_Desain IG: Agneslovely2014

She stepped into the role to save her family… and walked straight into a trap. Mira Chen never imagined her own best friend would sell her out. When Victoria begged her to pose as a billionaire’s girlfriend for a week just until she returned from an emergency Mira said yes. She needed the money. Her father was drowning in medical debt. And the job sounded simple enough. But nothing about it was real. Especially not the part where Victoria *never planned to come back.* Now, Mira is stuck playing pretend with Tyler Dalton a cold, calculating billionaire with eyes like ice and a temper as sharp as his tailored suits. He believes Mira’s part of the game. Another liar. Another woman using him. And he intends to use her right back. Except Mira isn’t who he thinks she is. And the more she fights back, the more Tyler wants her for real. As the web of lies closes in and the truth behind Victoria’s betrayal is exposed, Mira is left with no one to trust… except the man who was supposed to be her biggest enemy. But falling for Tyler might be the most dangerous mistake of all. Because in his world, love is a weapon. And Mira just became the perfect target. She was only supposed to fake it. Now the lies are real… and so is the heartbreak.

Dark soul, damage by his past mated to a lost cause forced to be his mistress. The moon goddess Aliana looked at the only Lycanthroph left in existence. “You, the only son of Lord Trevinor, will only be able to escape the pain and loneliness when you find your mate”. Despite being the ruler of the werewolves clan, nobody was willing to marry the vicious Lycan king with excess bloodlust. But no one knew about the prophesy. Alpha Monroe's eldest daughter who was nothing but a waste was given to the supreme Lycan as his arranged bride. This waste of a daughter not only can't shift into her wolf form. But was just a beauty without brain, who acts arrogantly and self willed. Suddenly, on the day she was to get married, she died, causing a different soul to take over her body. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer the waste but a powerful witch, and the entertainment goddess Myra Monroe, who was poisoned by her best friend and fiancé. With her powers she's able to begin her revenge. Kyra: bring hell on earth to those who hurt me. Klein: spare more time to Pamper her.