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But then, in the room, there he stood. Damon. “What?!” I screamed. I was naked, with nothing to cover myself. His eyes roamed over me like a wolf howling at the moon. My hands flew to my chest, trying to shield myself, but my clothes were nowhere within reach. He pulled off his coat and tossed it to me. I clutched it to my body, trembling with shame. “What are you even doing in here? You can’t knock? You have no decency. What kind of man walks—” “Your boobs are not the finest I’ve seen,” he cut in, his voice icy. *** Zima thought being caught in a recording with her sister’s husband was the worst thing that could happen. The council didn’t think twice before sending her away to the Academy, a place ruled by ruthless Alphas. But fate had other plans. The twin Alphas of the Academy turn out to be her mates. And worse, the Alpha King, the one everyone fears, may be the reason her twin is missing and her parents are dead. Can Zima survive in a place where her heart and her life are both at risk? Will she uncover the truth about her family before it destroys her completely? And when love and revenge collide, which side will she choose?

Serafine was used as a tool for peace by her pack with their rival pack. She was given an ultimatum, either she accepts the Alpha of pack Lucid as her husband or she becomes a rogue. Alcide developed a trauma; he could not stand the touch of women due to his bad past. He is to marry the daughter of Pack Brawl as a tool for a truce. Serafine is given only three months by her pack to make Alpha Alcide fall in love with her or else there could be a future war occurrence between both packs, but how can she do this when the alpha avoids her like a plague? Jenna, Alcide’s childhood friend and Lucian, Alcide’s step brother would do all in their power to bring both of them down, each with a different motive in mind. Will they succeed in bringing them down or would Serafine succeed in winning Alcide’s heart before the three months deadline?

"Kiss me back," he demands, crashing his lips on mine while squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples."I... I can't... I already have a mate!" a throaty sound involuntarily escaped from my lips as I uttered.In the aftermath of a devastating tragedy that nearly destroys the Clawson pack, Rhea is forced to take on the mantle of Alpha and revive the struggling pack. When Kian, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, claims that they are fated mates, Rhea is cautiously hopeful, but her lack of a wolf leaves her uncertain.Despite her reservations, Rhea is moved by Kian's offer of assistance to her struggling pack. However, everything takes a dark turn when Rhea discovers that Kian has only married her as part of a scheme to seek revenge against her family.As Kian's cruelty and infidelity become increasingly unbearable, a powerful and enigmatic King Daemon, the Alpha of the Thorn pack breaks into her life, who shows interest in her. Despite her initial reluctance, Rhea feels an undeniable pull towards Daemon, causing her to confront a difficult choice between the security of her pack and the potential for a passionate love.Which will Rhea choose: to follow her heart or her duty?

Peace Ellis a girl always wants a peaceful life just like her name, she hates too much noise, trouble and chaos. She always likes to be alone, for her being in peace is more important than having social life and friends,and her parents gave that to her…they tried their best.  Until one day, her parents decided to make her study again in a normal school and not to be home schooled anymore, she is always hate this idea of them but she knows her parents is just trying to make her experience the life she is missing for always choosing to be alone and away from the people around her. She thought that entering school again would be at least peaceful not to be chaotic even just a bit, but faith is really silly, playful and unpredictable that made her meet a man named Chaos. Will she still be able to have the peaceful life that she wanted? Will she be able to find peace with Chaos? How can Chaos be her peace in their life that is full of chaos? Will she choose Chaos over the peaceful life that she wanted before she enters the school?   Can Peace tame the man named Chaos?    

Devon Ellis lived his life poor. For him to survive, he became a courtesan. In simpler terms, Devon became a prostitute. He was left without having any choice but to take the risk. His work was not easy, but he'll swallow his dignity and close his eyes after the customer paid him. But things changed when Tyson Bancroft saw him. Tyson Bancroft is a model who is always on the heat and is after some fun. He was a playboy and a fuckboy. A bedwarmer is what he needs so that he could sleep well at night. As soon as Tyson bought Devon, a spark lit up in their hearts. And from hooking turned out to be in a relationship. Time flew fast, and so does them. Their relationship did not work out, and they parted ways. But what happened if two hearts will meet again? Would they hookup? Or would they fell in love again? Or maybe they would be friends? Now that he is carrying his child and Devon had a husband. "When you leave me broke and lost, that's when somebody saved me, rescued me, and owned me again," Devon. "I lose my Diamond while I was busy picking up stones," Tyson. "What's mine will be mine forever. Bloody or not, what's mine will always be mine," Hunter.

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me. Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie. "Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress." Then, like that wasn't sick enough: "And the lingerie. She likes your vibe." I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't care—just yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give me—I still see it." Everyone stared, waiting for me to break. So I did the one thing I could. "I want a divorce." Again. Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the table—me, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess. "You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"

On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses with Charles Jaspier, the mafia leader I had loved for seven years, I walked into the boutique carrying a pregnancy test report—my heart full of hope. Instead, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. "Registering the marriage with Ellis Olsen was a temporary measure," he said calmly to his closest confidant. "My brother died in a shootout. She's carrying the Jaspier family's only heir. Without a legal status, neither she nor the child would survive in this family." "Everyone would bully them." A cigar rested between his fingers. His voice was cold, edged with resignation. "Zoey Qandor can't have a title—but I can give her everything else. My love. My money. This must never reach her ears." I clenched the pregnancy report, my heart turning to ash. With my best friend's help, I created a new identity—one that ensured Charles would never find me again—and disappeared from his world. If he could not give me and my child a complete family, then this love—built on responsibility and lies—was better cut cleanly, once and for all.

~PROLOGUE~ ••• She's not married to him legally, But found herself being trapped under this man fingers. This mysterious boss of hers. He calls him little bride, And treat her like one. •~• Atherton, California in America is one of the richest in the state, The rich ones dominated the town, Perhaps you found the poor ones there, They are either maids or squats with one of the workers in the rich family mansion. Magnolia could be found in this category, Her mum Renata works for the Hampson family. She's pretty, A little but skinny but have moderate boobs and ass as well, She has a pale skin, Which she tried her best to maintain for the past years. She talks a lot, And does not easily give into difficult situations, She's brave and cheerful. Mag just graduated from the college and the family were kind enough to let her stay in the mansion. She got lucky, Mag was offered a job as a secretary to the richest man in California, Maynard, From the Alvarez clan. He's rich, Talk less, Handsome, Few people were oppoortuned to see his face,Has no single attraction for women, There were rumours that he has went through lots of facial surgery because he's born ugly. He didn't bother to clear all this rumours since he's strict and work-minded. This pale white lady appointed as his secretary triggers something in him which made the billionaire fall helpessly for her.

"What do you think, Kenzo? Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?" Three weeks and four days ago was their 7th year wedding anniversary, and she wasn't available, she was never available, not for the first, second, fifth, nor sixth. So, why was she here now? After years of living totally apart despite being married, their main focus was their company, or at least, hers. They married for love, people think they didn't, they think it is a contract marriage, they married for love, or maybe just him. He married her because he loved her and he thought she did too, but maybe he was wrong. Why was she here now? This is a short, fast-paced romance designed to keep you hooked from the first page to the last.

I quit and dipped. City threw a parade. Only Jenna Blake—my oh-so-gifted junior who claimed she could "see through killers' eyes"—lost it. At her celebration banquet, she went full drama queen: "I owe everything to Kate Mercer. Please, bring her back!" I laughed. Cold. Not happening. Last time around, I was the hotshot detective. But every clue I found? She dropped it first like she read my mind. People started saying I was washed. So I went all in—three months, no sleep, cracked a massive trafficking ring. Led the raid myself. She beat me there. Again. Place was cleaned out. Boom. She's the city's golden girl. I'm the clown with no game. Pressure got ugly. My head snapped. I died chasing the last scumbag. Then—bam. I woke up. Same day. Raid morning. Round two.