Kick Buttowski Shows

Belle moved to Bree looking for a challenge, but she didn’t expect this. When Tristan De Clarion’s fiancé, Vernice, skips out on their wedding day, the jilted CEO is out for blood. When Belle shows up to interview for an IT position, Tristan—blinded by rage and the striking resemblance—mistakes her for his runaway bride. To exact his revenge, he doesn't call the police; he hires her as his Executive Secretary to keep her trapped in his orbit. Belle, a skilled hacker forced into a world of coffee runs and schedule-keeping, soon finds herself entangled with the childish CEO. Between their constant bickering and corporate schemes, Belle begins to uncover the truth of who she really is. But with a third and fourth party determined to drive her away and a sudden accident that leaves Tristan with a very specific case of amnesia, Belle’s battle for her identity—and his heart—is just beginning. Will a forgotten memory be the end, or will a pair of cartoon-themed underwear be the glitch that resets his heart?

I was supposed to marry his son... But the Mafia King wanted me for himself. When Selene Marcellus walks in on her boyfriend cheating, her life shatters. But things only get worse when his father Caspian Santoro, the cold and powerful Mafia King shows up with a shocking truth: Selene’s real father is a Mafia don, and a war is coming. To protect her family, Selene agrees to a fake engagement. But nothing about this new life feels fake. Especially not the way Caspian looks at her. Controls her. Owns her. Caspian Santoro is power, danger, and sin in a suit. The more Selene fights him, the deeper she falls. But the underworld has plans for her and so does Ivan Sokolov, the Russian boss who’s not what he seems. Trapped between three men, two empires, and one deadly secret, Selene must choose: burn for love or kill for it. In the Mafia world, blood isn’t thicker than power. It’s the price of survival.

Sebastian Holt is the golden boy of big-time hockey. He is young, unspotted, and publicly reserved. After an "incident" in the playoffs, he is assigned to off-season training with a new club in the rural mountain town of Duskpine. He hadn't expected Rowan Vale, the team's new trainer- brooding, intense, with an odd aura that unnerves and intrigues him. Rowan is a warlock who has renounced magic but when Sebastian shows up, something stirs inside him, something basic. Something ravenous. When the full moon rises, Sebastian finds he's less human than he believed and Rowan was sent to prevent him from becoming what he truly is. Only… they can't appear to stay away from one another. Their chemistry is like a drug, their bodies attracted as the moon to the tide. But perhaps it's not love that's pulling them in because something evil is brewing in Duskpine, and the only method of survival is. It is to surrender to the pull between them. Even if it kills them.

A dare by her new college friends to grind a stranger at the club ended with Imani having a one-night stand with the stranger. It's the most memorable night of her life, an unbridled night of passion when she unlocked a side of herself that she didn't know existed. It's a night she'd never forget with a stranger she'd never see again, or so she thought. Until she gets to her first class in school and her new professor is the man whose cock she bounced on the previous night. But it doesn't end there, and fate keeps playing her when the same professor shows up at her house as her stepfather’s brother. And now, she's not only going to deal with him as her professor but also as her step-uncle under the same roof.  It should be simple. She just has to pretend that the night in his car never happened, but Stephan doesn't play pretend, and he wants a repeat of that night for as long as possible. 

Elizabeth Adams has never made room for love. At twenty-nine, she believes success comes first and feelings only complicate the future she’s worked so hard to build. But in Paris—after a failed blind date and a moment of unexpected vulnerability—Elizabeth meets a woman who makes her forget every rule she’s ever lived by. Their connection is instant, electric, and deeply intimate. One night. Two women. A memory that refuses to fade. When a small lie shatters the illusion, Elizabeth leaves Paris convinced it was a beautiful mistake she’ll never repeat. Back in South Africa, she tries to move on—until the woman she left behind shows up, carrying the same longing Elizabeth can no longer deny. As their bond deepens, a devastating truth is revealed: the woman Elizabeth loves is her mother’s long-lost first love. Caught between desire and loyalty, Elizabeth must decide whether love is worth breaking her own heart—or her mother’s.  

The night before our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Ryker of the Howling Moon Pack, ordered me to give him the Moon Soul Crystal—the very thing that protected my pack, the Willow Creek Pack. He said he needed it to power up the Howling Moon Pack's Blood Moon Altar. He also promised he'd keep me and my people safe. But he didn't know that we, the healers of the Willow Creek Pack, can only create one Moon Soul Crystal in our entire lives. Making one takes a crazy amount of moon energy. It's the treasure that keeps our pack alive. My mother, worried about me using up my moon energy while I was pregnant, gave up her own Moon Soul Crystal instead. But just three months after Ryker and I were mated, she got sick, fast. She was dying. I knelt in front of Ryker, crying, begging him for the Silverleaf Herb from the Howling Moon's forbidden grounds. It was the only thing that could save my mom. But he just looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment, and kicked me away. "I asked for the Moon Soul Crystal to test you," he snarled. "And just as I thought, you married me for our pack's treasures! Your mother's not sick. You're making it all up!" "You don't deserve to be the Luna of the Howling Moon Pack!" It wasn't until after my mother died, when he was arguing with me, trying to kick me out of the pack, that my mother's things fell and scattered everywhere. Her Soul Stone, the symbol of a wolf's spirit, shattered. That's when he finally realized he was wrong. He fell to his knees, begging me not to leave, crying for me to forgive him.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"

This is the unedited version Amara Dawson grew up in the Red Moon pack. It's the only pack she knew and despite being their female Beta, she never felt at home. When her life crumbles in front of her, she runs the first chance she gets and ends up at the border of Alpha Roman's pack. Finally being free of the chains that bound her, she quickly embraces the person she has always wanted to be. Alpha Roman has lived a life of success; feared by his enemies but loved by his pack, he's the strongest alpha in his part of the world. Being 26 and not yet having found his mate, he wonders if his dark soul was always meant to be alone, shunned by the Moon Goddess due to a part of him he never asked for. Yet when the seemingly carefree Amara shows up at his border he's entranced by her. His soul calls out to her, but when her soul answers back he knows there a lot more to the little she-wolf, more than she herself knows.

At 20, Judi thought her life was finally turning around. She and her niece Aria had been struggling for years, barely scraping by in a run down apartment. Then Aria met a man online, a Norwegian billionaire named Aleksander Barginsen and everything changed. Within days, money was pouring in. Gifts, rent paid in full, a luxury penthouse and it felt like a dream. But that dream unraveled fast. Because the man Aria had been talking to wasn’t Aleksander at all. It was his nephew, pretending to be him, spending Aleksander’s fortune behind his back. And when the real billionaire finds out, he shows up furious and ready to press charges. Aria is arrested, and Judi’s world falls apart all over again. But Aleksander offers her a deal: a contract with terms that could get Aria out of jail. It’s risky. It’s complicated. And it comes at a cost Judi isn’t sure she’s ready to pay. Twisted Fate is a gripping story about deception, loyalty, and the impossible choices we make for the people we love.

"The property management fee this month comes to 1,500 dollars. Please make the payment whenever you're free." I notice my husband's phone screen lighting up on the dining table. After glancing at it, I grabbed it immediately. "The management must have gotten it wrong. Our apartment's fee is 28 dollars per month." That's when Liam Moore shoots up to his feet and reaches out to snatch his phone back. "Yeah, they must have gotten it wrong. I'll text the person in charge and explain everything to him." But I've already tapped into the link, which shows me the details of the property that's being charged. It's Cloudridge Villa, and the property deed owner is… Matilda Shaw. The young housekeeper who's currently cooking in the kitchen is also Matilda Shaw. My mind buzzes loudly instantly. While the three of us have to make do with a tiny, rundown replacement housing that's provided by the government, Liam, my own husband, has actually bought a villa for Matilda.