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Isla Caldwell's life was a struggle, juggling part time jobs to support her family after her father's layoff to her been betrayed by her boyfriend. But everything changed when she met Professor Sebastian Sinclair, a young, handsome, and wealthy artist hiding behind his academic facade. Their explosive one night stand ignited a forbidden attraction, complicated by Sebastian's secret: he's the anonymous nude artist famous worldwide and the only heir to a billionaire mogul, and he's determined to make Isla his muse. As they navigate their illicit love affair, secrets unravel, and danger lurks from ex boyfriend Liam's obsession to Sebastian's ruthless father, who's desperate to control his son's future. Can they find a way to make their forbidden love survive?

Sofia Cherilyn Sánchez is beautiful, gorgeous, smart and sexy. She's the Queen bee of her high school and she has the perfect life, perfect boyfriend and everything.Noah José Álvarez is the son of her father's best friend. Who recently moved to L.A leaving his life in Miami.He is handsome, mature and sophisticated. Sofia has never met anyone like him, She thinks Noah is too serious and he should loosen up a bit. And Noah thinks Sofia is a spoilt little brat and she should be more serious.The minute Sofia and Noah met, there has been undeniable attraction between them but none of them wants to admit it, after a couple of stolen kisses their desire for each other is undeniable but they are both too proud to admit their feelings for each other until jealousy gets in the way.

Le jour de ma cérémonie avec Vincent Richard, le futur Alpha, la bague en pierre de lune qui m'était destinée, la future Luna, a mystérieusement disparu de l'écrin. À sa place se trouve une languette de canette déjà noircie par l'oxydation. Les applaudissements des invités s'éteignent immédiatement. Ils se tournent tous vers moi. Dans le silence, Joséphine Albert, l'amour d'enfance de Vincent, sort de la foule. Elle lève la main gauche et fait un signe de la main, la bague en pierre de lune sur l'annulaire. Puis, elle sort une bague assortie et la glisse au doigt de Vincent. « Tu dois être terrifiée, Angela, n'est-ce pas ? En fait, c'est moi qui porte la bague en ce moment. Cette languette de canette n'est pas un objet ordinaire, tu sais. Vincent me l'avait donnée quand nous étions encore des enfants. Elle symbolise l'amour éternel qui ne s'éteindra jamais. Maintenant, je te la donne. » Les paroles de Joséphine me transpercent le cœur. Je tremble violemment, comme si mon cœur était coupé en mille morceaux. Cependant, Vincent se contente de rire. « Joséphine a toujours des idées ridicules. Elle plaisante, Angela. Ne prends pas ses paroles au sérieux. » « Oh, je ne le ferai pas. » Je jette la languette de la canette dans le feu de joie, laissant échapper un petit rire sec. « Cette cérémonie est annulée. » Vincent m'attrape la main avant de me serrer dans ses bras. « Arrête de chercher à semer la zizanie, Angela ! Nous avons trouvé l'anneau, n'est-ce pas ? Cette alliance affectera l'avenir de nos meutes ! Ce n'est pas toi qui prends les décisions ici ! » Je me dégage de l'étreinte de Vincent, captant une trace d'odeur écœurante qui flotte autour de lui, une odeur qui n'est pas la mienne. « Il est vrai que la meute du Lac de la Lune va former une alliance avec la meute du Pierre Brun, mais mon futur compagnon n'est pas nécessairement toi. »

In the silence of the night, I stumbled upon a secret that changed everything in my marriage. My mafia husband was going to set me up in another man's bed on the night of our 5th anniversary, so that he could be with his old lover. CHAPTER 1# "Five years together, and it still feels like a dream," Daniel whispered, his breath tickling my ear as we danced in the middle of the crowd. I smiled, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. “I know exactly what you mean”. I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Happy anniversary emily” I turned around and saw my sister in law Claire holding a glass of wine and standing in front of me with her eyes filled with malice. I stared at the drink for a while, filled with shock and fear. If I hadn't checked my beloved husband's phone last, would I ever have imagined that he planned on drugging me and getting my nude video leaked online just so he could run back to his old lover.

Blurb Elle has always been the tough girl next to her best friend Roseanne, the sweet one with perfect curves that make heads turn. In their last year of high school, Elle helps Roseanne take nude photos for her boyfriend Jake, but seeing Roseanne's bare tits sparks a fire in Elle that she can't put out. Her flag turns rainbow, and her mind fills with filthy dreams of pinning Roseanne down, tasting her wet folds, and making her scream in pleasure. But Jake stands in the way, a rich jerk who cheats and hurts Roseanne. Elle blackmails him to break up, but that just starts a chain of dark events. Roseanne, heartbroken, leans on Elle for comfort, leading to stolen kisses and heated touches that cross lines. Elle's obsession grows, turning her into a hunter who watches Roseanne sleep, steals her panties, and plans ways to own her fully.

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood—the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It’s for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

Isang nude model si Larabelle. Naghuhubad sa harap ng camera. Professional na babaeng bayaran ng mga bilyonaryo para sa panandaliang aliw. Sanay na siya sa ganitong takbo ng kaniyang buhay. Walang gustong sumeryoso. Sa kama lang ang trabaho. Hindi rin naman siya naniniwalang may tunay na pagmamahal na naghihintay sa kaniya. Hindi siya umaasang may lalaking darating na magpabago sa kaniyang estado at mag-ahon sa kaniya mula sa lubak. Habang siya ay nabubuhay, mananatili siyang parausan ng mga bilyonaryo. "Walang putik ang pwedeng magmantsa sa pagmamahal ko sa iyo, Lara. Kung ang gabi ay may buwan, mayroon kang ako na kahit sa dilim ay hindi ka iiwan." Paniniwalaan ba niya ang sinabing ito ng isang lalaking kasing tayog ng buwan ang agwat mula sa kaniyang kinaroroonan?

Mora discovers that Mayor Lycan is the man she slept with the night she was drugged, she tries to reach out to him, but there was a stumbling block, it was too late, and Mayor Lycan not remembering anything that happened the night they spent together branded her a gold-digger. When, Lycan knew of the secret, that his mother took to her death bed with, he was devastated, he searched high and low for his biological son, claimed by Philip as his son. Life isn't a bed of roses for Miles while growing up, tagged as a bastard, and bullied by the strongest in school because of him being handsome, he learnt how to defend himself, and stand up against those who hated him. The man who forsakes him, in the time he was desperate, showed up at his doorstep one day, claiming before his foster father, and everyone that he is his biological son, the man whom he blamed as the one who killed his mother. Philip blamed Agora's family for the death of his family, his hunger for vengeance, he decided to use a willing tool, which is Miles, to get back at the family, who took away everything from him. Living the life of Agora's president group to the public, and as a mysterious music genius in the dark, the people of country H don't even know who Mora's mask is, their favourite singer, but their are fanatics supporting the anonymous singer. Sneaky, realising how much she has fallen in love with Miles, the one she had lived under his shadow as a brother with, will she abandon her vow to remain as a brother to him, or reveal her feminine charms, when faced with competitors. As the successor of Agora's family, will Miles destroy it legacy?

Eileen never chose this life—sold to a dangerous mafia family as a child to save her mother’s life. Years later, she escapes, finding fleeting happiness and love in the arms of a gentle man. But her past isn’t finished with her. Dragged back into the clutches of José Santiago—the man who claims to own her—Eileen must navigate a world of brutal control, twisted power, and secrets that could destroy the only people she’s ever cared about. He wants her body, her obedience, her soul. But he doesn't get to have her heart. To protect her son and the family she left behind, Eileen must play the game. But as she plots her revenge and buries her grief, the line between survival and surrender begins to blur. She’s no longer the girl who was taken. She’s the woman who will burn everything down to take her life back. A dark romance of obsession, betrayal, and the fight for freedom.

Dans la meute des Terres Boréales, une loi immuable interdisait à un Alpha de s'unir à une humaine. Pourtant, Kévin Volf a secrètement scellé le lien conjugal avec moi. Pour me garder à ses côtés, il a défié le Conseil des Sages, subi quatre-vingt-dix-neuf coups de fouet et s'est agenouillé trois jours entiers devant l'autel. Alors que le sang imbibait sa chemise, il me souriait encore : « Alice, n'aie pas peur. Toi, et rien que toi. » Plus tard, les Sages obstinés ont enfin cédé, acceptant notre fuite amoureuse. À une condition : qu'il donne à la meute un héritier de sang pur. Depuis ce jour, une phrase a rythmé nos vies : « Attends un peu. » La première fois, il m'a demandé d'attendre qu'il mette une louve enceinte. Trente-trois nuits avec Joséphine, jusqu'à ce qu'elle porte son enfant. La seconde fois, il a répété cette phrase, car la portée était une femelle, le clan exigeait un héritier mâle. Quatre-vingt-dix-neuf nouvelles nuits avec Joséphine, jusqu'à la grossesse suivante. Au moment où je croyais toucher au but, leur fille, fraîchement baptisée, a ingéré par erreur de l'aconit. Tous m'ont accusée. Jetée dans une chambre froide à moins vingt degrés, j'ai vu mon Alpha bien-aimé, les yeux écarlates et le regard glaçant, me dire : « Je t'avais pourtant dit de patienter… Tu sais ce que l'aconit représente pour nous. Pourquoi as-tu voulu faire du mal à mon enfant ? » Son enfant ? Vraiment ? J'ai senti mon cœur se déchirer. Mes poings se sont serrés, les ongles entaillant cruellement mes paumes. Lorsque la porte du congélateur s'est rouverte, j'ai desserré mes mains ensanglantées et une décision était née : « L'attente, c'est terminé ! »