Laid Bare

Natasha Amery. A sheltered young girl who recently lost her mother. Raising her younger sister, Gia, in hopes to find a better life for the two of them like she promised her mother. She tried her best to escape her abusive father, but the second she turned 18, he sold her to Lorenzo Romano. The most deranged, ruthless man imaginable. Known as the devil on earth. Lorenzo Romano, hands stained crimson red. He had killed more men in his life than everyone in the famiglia combined. He didn't feel emotion. He had killed his brother with his bare hands at just 16. But the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt. He felt emotions he believed weren't real. An overwhelming need to protect her at all costs. She was the only thing that could fix the devil. After vowing to never touch her in order to keep her innocence, his obsession grows stronger. But when Lorenzo's vindictive uncle buys Natasha for him, he does everything to avoid her in hopes to keep her safe and innocent. But when he simply places a mask over his face making her fall into his arms, can he stay away knowing how she truly felt? Their love story was one of death and despair. it was never to happen. love forged in the hands of the devil for an angel. It was like she had broken the devil.

RATED 18 This is NOT your regular puppy love Christmas story, fit for a casual road trip with friends/family. This book contains extreme s****l contents, every chapter another opportunity to dr*p your pants, and mindlessly daydream about the first time you got laid out of your senses. If this isn't your vibe, pick up another book this instant. But if you're ready to walk this sin with Lilian, who had thought all her life that she hated men until she arrived at her best friend's house to spend Christmas. Sit tight, watch the scenes roll out. Remember, don't scream too loud. *** I never knew I could crave a man this hard, until I agreed to spend the Christmas break at Sonia's, my best friend I wouldn't even trade for gold. "I have two daddies. Surprise!" her voice had trailed off with every other sound as I beheld my forbidden desires. The surprise isn't that Sonia had been brought up by gay fathers and I knew nothing about it until now , the surprise is: Why was I m**ning my soul out in the middle of the night of Christmas, at the mercy of Sonia's supposedly gay daddies while she slept downstairs. I continued to be consumed bare and r*w, and that was the best Christmas present ever.

I laid there unmoving, my hands shivered, my legs twitched as if rooted to the floor, tears rolled down my cheeks as I came to a realization. There laying a few metres away from me laid dad, whose eyes were closed as he drowned in his pool of blood, a deep hole in his heart while he laid unwavering. "Dad...wake up dad, dad please wake up." I squealed and then shook dad severally, but he was long gone, there was no coming back for him anymore, I growl and cried in silence, everything happened too fast.

Lana Kang, a high school senior, unwittingly becomes a witness to a brutal murder that shatters her world. The victim's cold-blooded demise leaves Lana with unanswered questions and a mounting desire to clear her own name. In her pursuit of truth, Lana's dearest friend, Naomi Jang, gets entangled in the web of violence, ultimately paying the ultimate price. The murder is hushed up, buried alongside Naomi's haunting suicide, leaving Lana burdened with untold secrets. Fifteen years later, Lana returns, compelled by an insatiable need to unearth the forgotten fragments of her memory surrounding Naomi's tragic end. As she unravels the past, Lana stumbles upon a sinister underworld with malevolence and hidden agendas. To her astonishment, Lana discovers that Samuel Jin, her childhood confidant, has survived the darkness that tore their lives apart. Meanwhile, Jason Bak emerges, promising a love and protection that surpasses Samuel's. Alongside them is Jerry Chon, an enigmatic psychiatrist dedicated to untangling the nightmares haunting Lana's amnesiac mind. With each revelation, Lana grapples with her haunted past and faces a daunting choice. Can she reclaim her shattered life once the truth is laid bare? Who can she trust amidst the shifting alliances and hidden motives? In a relentless pursuit of justice, Lana confronts her deepest fears, traverses treacherous paths, and unveils the true face of evil. Her decisions will shape her destiny and ripple through the lives of those she holds dear. Brace yourself for an enthralling tale of lost innocence, seeking redemption, and the unwavering determination of a young girl fighting to reshape her own destiny.

She is a young and beautiful werewolf. When the man hell-bent on possessing her and her best friend, and both of them kidnapped, they become unwillingly participants in a games of life. Partners fight to the death with their bare hands. If they refuse, they will die.

“Alina!” he called out with wide eyes and tried to break free from the bonds that enslaved him but to no avail. I writhed in the grasps of the bouncers, attempting to get to him but my efforts proved futile, the drugs had taken all strength left in me. "Well, look what the cat dragged in", a voice that I had come to detest slurred, dragging my attention to the man that sat just opposite Stephan. "Bring her closer", Nikolai ordered his men and they did as he commanded. "Finally, I'll have you again", he exclaimed with my weakened self in his hands. " Not only will I make love to your fiancee right in front of you, I'll make sure to kill the seed inside her with my bare hands, and upon your death, I'll take good care of her...brother", he said with a loop sided smile before redirecting his gaze to me as I laid beneath him. *** Stephan Perez is rumoured to be one of the most ruthless mafia Don the century has ever produced, an underworld king who rules with an iron grip and plays by his own rules. Alina Lyubov is a naive and seemingly ordinary woman with a troubling past. Forced into a life of stripping to pay off her debts, she comes across Stephan, the man from her past and the very reason she had to flee home. What happens when these two cross paths and when one of her clients, who happened to be Stephan’s biggest rival becomes obsessed with her? Will the new couple drown in the flames that ensnares them or would they finally achieve true redemption? Take a chance, read “The Stripper’s Protector", and find out.

As soon as I opened the door, my eyes saw the sight I wish I hadn’t seen. "What is going on here?” I asked through a shaky tone, tears burning my eyes and thankfully, blurring my vision. "Conrad!” the tears in my eyes spilled down when Selene got off him and laid beside him, completely bare. There was no shame or guilt on Conrad’s face even when I have seen him in bed with Selene. "Why? You were the one who told me that I am your mate, you told me th---at you---,” my throat went dry as I tried to finish speaking my heart. "That I love you?” he raised his brow, gently caressing her bare shoulder and running his finger down her chest, “I lied, okay?” the way his lips formed a smirk, I felt a used toy that he tossed aside once he was done with me. "Wh---y. I betrayed my coven for you an---d you betrayed me for her?” my voice broke, my eyes watching the girl pressing her lips against his neck and getting closer to him. "Cordelia! Close the door when you leave,” the tiredness in his voice when talking to me broke me piece by piece. -------------- Magic is forbidden in their world, but to get her blessed powers Cordelia has to perform a ritual for her ancestors’ blessings to come true. Left behind by her coven, she is prisoned and sentenced to death, but is saved by Alpha Prince at the price of her freedom. She is forever bound and chained to Alpha Prince Conrad. Betrayed by her coven and loved ones, will Cordelia be able to fight and survive? .

"You almost shot me the very first day you laid your eyes on me, why didn't you anyway?" Yaande asked hesitantly. "Because I felt very vulnerable yet powerful at the same time" Hezekiah answered. " And now? ", she teased. " You are dancing in hell with the alpha king", he sarcastically answered. She laid her head on his chest wondering how she got entangled in the arms of a thug after the loss of the love of her life. She didn't care honestly, at this point, she was just happy. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE

My daughter, Annabelle Turner, was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. I spent the past five years searching for a compatible heart donor for her. Now, I finally found one. Right before Annabelle is sent into the surgery room, my husband and renowned cardiologist, Gabriel Turner, tearfully makes me a promise. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure Annabelle gets a shot at life again." Yet halfway through the surgery, Gabriel suddenly leaves in a hurry without giving any explanation. I stumble into the surgery room and see Annabelle lying on the operating table, covered in blood. Her chest is cut wide open, laid bare for all to see. Tyler Rotwell, Gabriel's assistant, stammers out, "Dr. Turner said… that Anna can still hold on a little longer, but Ms. Byron's son can't. "Dr. Turner took the heart that was meant for Anna and left…" I immediately break down and repeatedly call Gabriel's number, but Gabriel never answers a single call, not even when Anna's blood has completely dried… While settling my daughter's post-mortem affairs, I happen to see a newly posted update on Gabriel's childhood friend, Suzanne Byron's social media. "Turns out it was just a misdiagnosis," was what the caption read. "In that case, let's give this useless little thing to our good boy Oscar as a treat!" The video attached depicts Suzanne's dog Oscar tearing into the heart that was supposed to be donated to Annabelle. As I turn to look at Annabelle's cold body, the last shred of love I have for Gabriel starts crumbling apart. By the time Gabriel finally remembers Annabelle, whom he left on the operating table, only an empty bedroom and an urn containing her ashes would greet him…

Five years ago, my brother's fiancée died because of me. Five years later, I'm burned to a crisp and laid out on his autopsy table.