Jessica Ja

Jessica Anastasya Moris, jatuh cinta kepada musuh yang berpura-pura sebagai pengawalnya. Laki-laki yang menyebabkan skandal, merusak reputasi Jessica dan Beauty Corporation--bisnis keluarganya--di depan publik. Leon, pengawal Jessica Anastasya Moris, menyembunyikan identitasnya sebagai pengusaha nomor 1, rival perusahaan Jessica. Dia ingin menjatuhkan perusahaan wanita itu, tapi malah jatuh cinta kepada sang rival. Bagaimana kisah percintaan dan karier mereka yang saling bertautan? Ikuti terus ceritanya!

Blurb: For centuries, it has never been heard that an alpha married a hunter human. They are enemies but fate brought them together. Jessica is a fiercely independent human. She is always skeptical about supernatural beings. Not until the death of her father, who was killed by wolves. Alpha Lukas ruled his pack with strength, honor and isolation for decades. He invaded the hunter's territory and met his mate Jessica by chance. Jessica wants revenge but fate has another plan for her

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom. While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together. I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother". I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met. I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal. As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

« Êtes-vous absolument certaine de vouloir acheter cette Potion de Rupture du Lien ? Une fois consommée, elle dissoudra progressivement votre lien avec votre compagnon au cours de quinze jours. Après cela, le lien sera définitivement rompu. Il n’y a pas de retour en arrière, pas de place pour le regret. » Je hoche la tête sans hésiter. « Votre nom ? », demande-t-elle, prête à enregistrer la vente. « Sierra Morency. » La main de la sorcière s’immobilise, ses yeux s’élargissant de reconnaissance. Tout le monde dans notre pays sait que Damien Bisson, le Roi Alpha du Territoire du Nord, a une compagne Oméga qu’il a chérie et poursuivie pendant des années avant que leurs loups ne se lient finalement. Son nom est Sierra Morency. Sans hésiter, je bois la Potion de Rupture du Lien d’un seul trait. J’ouvre mon téléphone et réserve un billet aller vers l’Europe, partant exactement dans quinze jours. Cette fois, Alexandre ne me trouvera plus jamais.

WARNING: [R18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT She considered herself as Andrew's number one fan. Andrew Scott, a famous actor, and has always been the most beautiful highlight of Lana's fangirling years. She dreamed of seeing and embracing him. She dreamed of marrying him. But she never once thought in her fangirl life that all her dreams and fantasies about Andrew could have even more thrilling and romantic scenes. It was more than what she thought. But it wasn't easy because she knew for a fact they were from different worlds, so she was forced to stay away. But destiny has always had its own way of reuniting hearts set for one another. Because Lana met the young man again three years later. And this time she knew she could do nothing more, but introduce Andrew to Andrea, their daughter. The fruit of a nightly fulfillment of all of Lana's fantasies about her admired actor.

Everything just went sour on that one faithful night for Adira, After losing everything and all her self respect in one day what else is left for this poor girl at the brick of death. A strong willed Adira picks herself from the tragedies of life and establishes herself as one of the strongest gang

They were together in high school but something happened when he turned 18 he graduated and then disappeared. 7yrs later he came back and turns her world upside down in one night. Seeing him across the restaurant all those feelings came crashing back into her, she forgot how strong the feeling was.

I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my parents are very rich, but I have nothing. When black magic was eating away at me with a month to live, I asked to borrow ten dollars and they said I was "not worthy." I dragged my sickly body to buy the cheapest herbal medicine, but I saw them spending billions of dollars to celebrate my foster sister Vivian's 18th birthday. Tears streamed down my face, I just wanted to spend ten dollars on a piece of fabric and make my own ceremonial robe, even though I wouldn't live to be eighteen.

Eight years ago, Alpha Sebastian Carter betrayed her. While she was pregnant with his pups, he exiled her to fulfil his mate’s evil wish. Jasmine had nowhere to go for years. From the gutters, she began to rise to fame with her triplets and her second chance love, Asher, at her side. But what happens when Sebastian comes back with a ring he vows to put on her finger? He still believes that Jasmine will always be his to possess. ~ “Do you think of me when he touches you, Jasmine?” his voice in her ear cut deep. She’s broken, shattered to pieces because of this man, yet he didn’t stop. “Move, Sebastian,” she begged, trapped in between him and the store room’s wall. “Wrong answer.” She tried to shove him, but he held her hands captive above her head. “I know your body remembers me.” “Shut up!” “My kisses are what you dream of every night,” he growled, and her thighs clenched. This was wrong. It was forbidden. He’s a mated wolf, and she’d moved on from the past. Right?…