Like A Damn Sociopath

Valeria is a hotel receptionist, who struggles to keep up with the medical bills of her sister Vanessa, who has leukemia. Vanessa's health deteriorates, and she needs surgery to survive. Valeria is unable to pay for the surgery and is heartbroken. One day, Adam, the hotel owners, notices her crying and offers to help. However, he proposes an arranged marriage for a year as a condition for his assistance.

Enemies to lovers story. Lyra and Aerin are two ends of a magnetic pole that should never meet. It is said that opposites attract, but not in their case. Lyra hates Aerin's supercilious personality, and in turn, Aerin hates Lyra's intrusion into his life and her stubborn, outspoken nature. Underneath the blanket of raging hatred that hangs over these two fiery personalities lies a burning flame of desire, threatening to consume them and pull them toward each other.

"I’ll make you beg and cry out my name, Father Hale. You won’t even be able to face the altar without remembering how you came apart on my tongue." Vincente terrifying voice admitted curling around the crucifix at my throat as his rough, unforgiving fingers, pinned my wrists above my head. His thigh shoved between mine, spreading me open, and the heavy press of his cock ground against the thin barrier of my underclothes. Mine answered before I could stop it, swelling shamefully through the thin clothes that clung like a second, traitorous skin. "Feel that?" he whispered, rolling slow, merciless circles that tore a broken sound from my throat. "That’s your body confessing louder than any prayer." I tried to twist away, but the movement only dragged my hips harder against him. "Please," I gasped, the word cracking open like a wound. "Vicente —God—" "God’s not here," he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Only me, you don't call God when you are about to sin." His hands slipped under me working on me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but the moan slipped out anyway, raw and ragged. "Say it. Say you want me," he demanded, his thumb circling the slick head until my vision blurred. "Beg me to stop. Or beg me not to." A sob tore free as my body arched, chasing the pleasure I hated myself for craving. "Please...Vicente—" He swallowed the broken plea with his mouth, teeth and tongue, sucking the faint copper of my own blood. When he pulled back, his eyes glittered like black glass. "Oh." He smiled, "You mean I can continue?" And my last hope to get him stop chattered.

In a realm where light survives only as a memory, and the flowers of sin bloom from ash, two souls defy what has already been written. Kael, the fallen warrior marked by demon blood and the ghosts of his past, has long abandoned the idea of redemption—believing only in battle. Rhea, the White Rose whose touch both heals and wounds, carries within her the final hope of a world collapsing under its own weight. When their paths cross, fate begins to unravel. Between power and desire lies a fragile balance where every touch becomes a choice and every word a sentence. But what happens when the price of salvation is the soul itself—and saving the world means losing each other? The White Rose of Damnation is a haunting dark-fantasy tale of sin, faith, and forbidden love—where purity is not innocence, but the last chance left before the end.

Mary is an orphan who is on the run from yet another horrific foster home. When fate steps in and she runs into her mate, will she be able to recognize him as such? Will she ever find a happy ever after or will she spend the rest of her life alone and on the run.

“Even if you aren’t a demon, you are a fucking animal,” I growl, not sure if I’m talking to Christian... or myself. He cranes his neck and studies me coyly out of the corner of his eye, as I’m bent there right over his back, erection flush against his ass cheeks… “Drop your pants already,” he orders. I shouldn’t be in love with another man, let alone a vampire. I’m an enforcer for the Family, a servant of the church that runs this whole Godforsaken country, but you can’t change how you’re wired. You can’t change who you want, even when you’re natural enemies – blood-sucking demon and baptized hunter, both bound to be killed for this transgress. Warning: This book contains explicit material, sex scenes, CT, violence, guns, and death. Read at your own discretion.

Imran Khan’s life falls apart the day his father disappears, leaving him drowning in debt and hunted by dangerous men. With no way out, he makes a desperate choice, selling one night of his life to a stranger. But that stranger turns out to be Rafaelle Moretti, a powerful and dangerous man who doesn’t just want one night… he wants control. What starts as a deal quickly turns into something darker. Possession. Power. Desire. Imran wants freedom. Rafaelle doesn’t let go. “Say my name, Gattino.” His voice came out low, smooth, and controlled, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make your body react. It wrapped around me, heavy and dangerous, as his body pressed mine deeper into the mattress. I could feel the weight of him, solid and unyielding, hovering just enough to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. I swallowed, my throat dry, my chest rising and falling too fast. Even thinking his name felt like stepping into something I couldn’t come back from. His hand pinned my wrist above my head, not rough, not painful, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The other slid slowly along my side, fingers dragging in a way that made my skin heat up against my will. Every touch was deliberate, like he was studying me, learning how I reacted without me saying a word. “Say it,” he murmured again, his face closer now, his breath warm against my lips.

The battle between heaven and hell has mystified millions, debating if there truly is a god, and if there is, then the devil, ruler of hell must also be real. Summer Brooke is your regular girl. Just finishing university, looking forward to life ahead, she stumbles on a horrifying secret…..a secret that has been hidden from mortals for centuries. A golden dagger draped in illegible ancient rituals, makes its way into the mortal world. Summer Brooke has just made a unique discovery, but will it steal her of her soul? A debt must be paid. And it looks like summer's soul is on the devil’s list.

There is a saying 'Unlike charges attract while like charges repel. In the world of the rich, there is always a plan ahead for the benefit of themselves in the future in case of an unforeseen circumstances. Naomi, the illegitimate daughter of Raymond Smith is forced into an arranged marriage with Steven Madagascar in other to save her father's business even though she was unwilling. She felt cheated because she has always been that child that was considered a home wrecker and a curse to a family. Steven Madagascar had it all in life, even though his both parents were seperated and didn't live together, he had the very best given to him. Naomi and Steven were opposite of each other, both with different personalities and different lifestyle. What Naomi enjoyed for a living was totally different from what Steven enjoyed for a living.They were both different people with different agenda's. Both planning for their life ahead but an unexpected situation lead them to one another. When this two unlike charges collide, will there be a force of attraction or repulsion.

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.