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Marcus Thorne wears several masks in his life—playing retired pirate, Captain Hawk, is his favorite, but if his secret is discovered, he could die. Captivated by his enemy’s daughter, Marcus kidnaps her, but in return, she captures his heart…until he discovers Isabelle is one of Napoleon’s spies with the power to endanger his life and the lives of his friends. After her release, Isabelle can’t stop thinking about her masked abductor and how he’d stolen her heart before ridding her of his presence. Betrothed to a man who strangely reminds her of the man whose kisses set her ablaze, she marries him, only to discover he’s not who he seemed to be as he is withholding secrets. But then…so is she.

8 Seconds can be nothing or it can be everything, just as it can be an eternity or the time needed to become a hero. A great challenge has been taking place and attracting even champions. To stay 8 seconds on a bull that has never been stopped. Will anyone be able to win? Rayka is a woman with hot blood in her veins, passionate about rodeo, she will not accept anyone talking badly about her father or everything he built. And if she has to break a promise and risk her own life, she will. But beneath her confident demeanor lies an insecure girl, hurt after the betrayal of her first love. Gael is a dedicated man, always willing to help and save lives. With his life focused on work, he can't keep a date, but he doesn't give up his search. And on an unambitious journey, he may get what he has always sought. Come and find out what this meeting between the Cowgirl and the Doctor will be like...

My husband was on a business trip when his plane crashed, leaving a final message. He said he didn’t want to hold me back and wanted me to terminate the pregnancy and start over. I couldn’t stop crying. That’s when I heard my son’s voice from inside me. “Mom, stop crying. Dad isn’t dead at all. “He’s just scum. Behind your back, he’s running off with his true love. They’ve eloped abroad for their honeymoon. “I know where his little stash is. While he’s not back yet, let’s grab the money and disappear. We’re set for life!”

"How can there be a perfect choice in this world—one that betrays neither the Sandharan Order nor the one you love?" It's a romantic line, but it has nothing to do with Rosalie Stone. Her fiance, Bradley Wakefield, is a man revered like Sandhara himself, but it's not because of her that he leaves the Sandharan Order. She thinks he will never fall in love. But later, she learns that it's just her that he won't fall for. And so, she gives up on him. She gives herself seven days to forget about Bradley.

She doesn't want to be in this marriage. She doesn't want to be anyone's replacement. She loves him with all of her, but in return, he calls her a cheap woman with no self-esteem. She is hurt. Still, she holds on to this love. This love is like a barbed wire. The more she holds on to it, the more it bleeds her. Eventually, she chooses to let go. But she doesn't know, he is on the other end, holding on tightly to this string of love. Can they fix this? Can they rewrite this love all over?

"You called me a spoiled princess who wouldn't last five minutes in the real world." "You hacked my team's group chat and sent my rookie hazing photos to the entire athletic department." Ivy Chen and Nate Callahan have history. Bad history. So when a reality TV show, a brother's scholarship, and one NHL reputation crisis collapses them into the same luxury off-campus house, fake dating, shared bed, live cameras it should be simple. Pretend. Survive. Walk away. Except Ivy already knows something she can't unknow: her anonymous 2 a.m. best friend, the one she's been trading secrets and stupid hockey memes with for months, the one who feels like the safest person she's never met is him. Nate. Her brother's grumpy, broody, insufferable captain. The guy who stress-bakes at midnight after losses. Who has a hidden playlist of cheesy 2000s power ballads. Who looks at her sometimes like she's not a problem to solve anymore. "This isn't real," she reminds herself daily. The staged touches say otherwise. Because somewhere between sharp barbs softening into playful teasing, stolen kisses that linger way past necessary, and quiet unguarded moments the cameras never quite catch the list of reasons she can't stand him stops growing. Then comes the night after overtime, Nate still in his game-day suit, eyes warm in the low kitchen light. "So what happens when the cameras stop rolling?" His thumb brushes her jaw. Soft. Certain. "Who said we're stopping?" One semester. One championship run. One expiration date. Neither of them is counting down anymore.

Wren Hart believed that loyalty was supposed to mean something. At the age of twenty-two, she would do anything for the people she loved, especially her fragile twin sister, Elizabeth. But within weeks, her entire world comes crumbling down... ~~~ I looked down and our eyes met. He’d been watching me the entire time. My breath caught firmly in my throat and he lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath heated against my wet folds. “Good girl. Go on, don’t hold back your sounds. Let daddy hear how much you love getting this pussy eaten.” Oh my fuck! “D-Daddy?” He licked me again, slow, teasing, his tongue rolling a slow and torturous circle over my clit. “Say it again.” “Daddy…” “That’s right Princess.” ~~~ But from a spicy night with a total stranger, things could only get worse... "Your mother stole millions from me and left you and your sister at my mercy." Callum Blackwood towered over me, holding up a bra I was sure could only cover my nipples. "Like it or not, you will work here."

Warning ⚠️: This isn’t your sweet, ordinary romance. If morally grey heroines, obsessive ex, narcissistic Husband and messy emotions aren’t your thing… turn back now. —------------------- I died that day….not just because Michael humiliated and killed me, but because he had the nerve to suggest an open marriage with his secretary. If I had known it would end like that, I would have rejected his marriage proposal in a heartbeat. But fate gave me a second chance. I’m Lora Brown, a famous fashion designer, reborn to rewrite my destiny. This time, I’ll become the sexy, confident wife Michael always claimed he wanted. But he won’t get another shot at me. Not when other men are vying for my heart… and I’m ready to choose one.

"Let's just get a divorce, Regan. Let’s end this marriage—Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted from me?" Ravelina finally asks her husband, Regan, for a divorce. The man who married her five years ago after the incident where Ravelina slapped his beloved woman, Viona, in public. But instead of feeling relieved that he could finally divorce her and be with Viona freely, Regan is struck by an unexpected sense of loss. Ravelina’s attitude has changed drastically—she’s become cold and indifferent. The warm attention and her clingy, affectionate nature that always sought his attention are gone. Until eventually, Ravelina completely ignores Regan and secretly processes their divorce papers. At the same time, Regan begins to feel an overwhelming loss for Ravelina’s presence, and now he’s the one desperately chasing after her attention. Will Ravelina open her heart to Regan once again?

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.