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Sarah said, “I…i..i like you ….um…will you go on a date with me?” I give him that rose. He frowned, then looked at the rose, and then looked at my face. The atmosphere was as if someone had dropped an atomic bomb. I didn’t dare look at his face because my face turned red with shyness. I am freaking blushing for no reason. Then I heard his laugh. I was confused, and then I heard the whole class laughing. I touch my face with confusion. I look at him, and he is laughing so hard. What have I done? This is confusing. He took the rose from my hand, crushed it, and threw it on my face. Yes, my face... Nicholas said,“Did you see your face? You nerd, I will date a girl like you... ******************* This is the story of Sarah, who had a crush on the wealthiest and most well-known boy at her school. When Sarah found the courage to tell Nicholas she was in love, he ridiculed her and turned her down. Then, Sarah's life took a complete turn for the worst. Her family was destroyed as a result of this insignificant deed, and she lost the most important part of her life. Despite the ups and downs in her life, she managed to keep things moving in the right direction. However, Nicholas re-entered her life and fell in love with her, but it was too late, for Sarah's love had turned into hatred. But he is Nicholas Hill; he won't give up easily. He falls hard for her and won't let her go easily.

I was pinned against the wall, his handsome face getting closer and closer to me. I focused my attention on his grey eyes, which were cold and menacing. I gasped when he tightened his grip on my hands above my head. His intimidating demeanor was undoubtedly frightening. But I was not ready to give in. I squirmed and grunted out, “Let me go.” “You are not allowed to tell me what I should do,” he hissed dangerously. “I do as I please,” he hissed threateningly. "And this... you and I. I'll decide whether or not to leave you." ----------------- Molly Sanders, an ambitious and independent woman, had been in love with Lance since she was a child. She had always wanted to be his wife, but Lance had never shown any interest in her. Molly was overjoyed when the elders of the family arranged their marriage and assumed Lance would start liking her soon. Everything began to fall apart when she realized he only had one woman in his heart. She was devastated and sought a divorce. When they finally parted ways, Lance approached her and asked her to return to him. Molly, who was already tired of his arrogance and domineering attitude, didn’t want to keep in touch with him. But how could she ignore him when he was so determined to reclaim her? Could Molly ever forgive him for his past actions and take him back? Or will they stay apart forever?

Dante Russo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And when the President of the United States has the nerve to double-cross him, Dante doesn't go for blood—he goes for the man's heart. By kidnapping his son. Marco Powell never asked to be part of his father's shadowy world of corruption and backroom deals. But when masked assailants drag him from a glittering Washington soiree and into the ruthless grasp of Dante Russo, Marco's existence is distilled to the final bargaining chip. Kidnapped. Held captive. Compelled to kneel at the feet of Italy's most lethal man. Dante Russo doesn't just want ransom—he wants humiliation. He wants the President to hurt. And to make the whole world feel it, Dante does the unthinkable: he marries Marco in a ceremony as legal as it is lethal. An altar of a wedding shrouded in blood. A kiss meant to destroy. A war between two men who should hate each other but can't keep their hands off each other. Marco is everything Dante isn't used to. sarcastic, idealistic, infuriatingly beautiful and Dante is everything Marco should fear: fire, danger, sin, and temptation in a designer suit. Their arranged marriage sparks a deadly obsession. Every touch is a battle. Every kiss is war on their lips. And every night, Marco has to ask himself the question he fears most Does he hate Dante enough to fight him? Or does he want him badly enough to burn? Because in this game, seduction and revenge ignite and the line between love and hate doesn't just blur. It burns.

I don't believe in fairytale. I don't believe in happy endings too. To me, anything that involves freedom is a myth. Love is a strange word, something I sought for ages but only got slapped back in the end by the strong fume of hatred that surrounded me. The only thing that can end this pain is death, mine or my abuser's. And either way, I was prepared. ~Ellen Oliver ~ *** His hand roamed my body possessively, his gaze penetrating me with lust and hunger, his finger finding its way to my core. His voice, gruffly and nasal, filled my ear with a disturbing hunger. "You are mine. Mine alone. Mine to touch, mine to keep, mine to fuck. All of you, Omega. I own all of your goddamn body. You are my pleasure toy..." *** Rejected by her mate and forsaken by her pack, Ellen Oliver endured massive humiliations and tortures because she was believed to be a cursed wolf, and like an icing on the cake of her misery, she happened to be an Omega too. The hell, she was the weakest Omega. After losing her mother due to a forced labour to produce her, Ellen was hated by even her Beta father whom one would have expected to naturally love her. She felt life couldn't get any worse for her, as her survival depended on how well she pleases and entertained her tormentors. But there was a revival.. a revival she never expected nor believed and it came with a change that had her tormentors on their knees, at her feet. ..

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it, little hunter?” he growled, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. His hand fisted in my hair, dragging a broken moan from my throat. “Next time you put a blade to my throat… use it.” All my life, I’ve been trained as a hunter—my father’s perfect weapon. Born into a bloodline sworn to protect the human world from the monsters they can't even recognize. I thought I knew what monsters were… until the ancient, ruthless, obsessive Lycan King marked me as his mate — to break the witches’ curse that chained him to centuries of torment. One bite ruined everything — binding my body, mind, and soul to him. My touch quiets his endless agony — and he’d burn the world to keep it. Now I’ll play his wicked game — and turn his greatest weapon against him: me. I’ll remind him who’s really hunting who. But what happens when vengeance tastes like hunger? When I crave the monster I was born to hunt? When every lie my father hammered into me becomes just another chain — binding me to the beast I can’t let go? Now every step into his world drags me deeper — into secrets I was never meant to see, a darkness I was trained to destroy, and a forbidden life I crave more than my own salvation.

I only wanted to survive senior year. Keep my head down, graduate, and leave Blackthorne Academy behind. But the moment I stepped through its iron gates, I became prey. The Academy is wrong in every way—no mirrors in the dorms, wolves howling during study hall, and strict orders to never leave your room on red moon nights. And then there are the four Alphas who have marked me with their eyes, their obsession, and their danger. Ronan Veyr, the storm-eyed heir destined for the crown, who recoils at my touch yet can’t seem to stay away. Cassian Drax, the golden boy trickster whose dangerous smile hides a ruthless streak. Malachai Frost, the untouchable prodigy who shadows me like a silent warden. And Professor Adrian Vale, the man who looks at me as if I’m a memory he can’t bury. They shouldn’t want me. I have no wolf, no pack, no power. But whispers of a legacy trail me through Blackthorne’s haunted corridors—a bloodline strong enough to crown kings… and dangerous enough to kill for. Strange visions tear through my body whenever one of them is near. My strength is rising, my secret unraveling, and I’m beginning to understand why my mother died to protect it. Because I am not wolf. I am something older. Something every Alpha was born to obey. And if I want to leave Blackthorne alive, I must decide: Will I let one of them claim me— or will I rise to command them all?

I'm a thirty-year-old hot wife, but my husband won't touch me. Driven to distraction by loneliness, I rely on toys for relief. Then our new yard guy, Samuel, arrives—built like a brick outhouse and gorgeous. With my desires raging, I make my move…

Larissa and Stanley got married based on Stanley's grandfather's conditions, and Stanley wanted to satisfy his grandfather, but after the marriage, Larissa didn't get Stanley's attention, Stanley believed that he didn't touch Larissa till she walked away from the marriage, but later came back with triplet,

Poor and lonely Azriel believed that the only way to satisfy the heart is to follow whatever it requires. No one knows, even himself that he undeniably craved for a man's touch, until he met this merciless stud who hardly showed emotions and only cares for his own gratification. "You will leave this room barely breathing."

"Baby girl, you know there is no going back after this right" he said licking her lower lip and held her head up " if I fuck you right now,," he said again " that means you be my alone and no one else is allowed to touch you,, I'm the only one who get to touch you this ". he said opening her thing with his neal she swallowed hard and look at him she was doing this she is a big and she was gonna fuck the man who used to be her best friend, she wants this so bad, she never wants someone like this be, she regret lying to him years ago, if she had given him a chance at that she would have been enjoying this...... " do you want this Claire Ema Carter" he asked looking at her juicy lips " Yes please..I want this" he smirked and lick her ear " fuckern great" he murmur and smashed his lips on hers