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“Stop looking at me like that,” he says, his chest heaving. Her eyes flash with confusion. "How?” His fist clenches. “Like you want to get fucked, I do not think I have the power to resist you,” he admits. ~~~~~~ Jennie Parker, a twenty-two-year-old college student who is bullied by her peers, runs into Ivan Volkov, a very powerful and ruthless man and leader of the Russian Mafia. He begins to form an attraction to her, and he is no exception. Will the two of them give in to their desires? Or will his dangerous life push her away?

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Pretty Layla, an ordinary employee burdened and haunted by a dark past, meets Ambert, a handsome billionaire whose image is pristine. When he starts showing interest on her, she promptly avoids her as she doesn't believe that a man like Ambert, rich, powerful and with an unsullied reputation, would truly fall for a woman like her. But Ambert perseveres and pursues her, exerting all efforts to show that he truly loves her. Layla's heart eventually surrenders. But soon, she discovers the painful truth that Ambert isn't really innocent and is actually a major part of her dark past.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

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The night I ran, I left everything behind. My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder. I thought I was escaping. Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like. Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me and that's why I should trust him. He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time. He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both. And the whole time, I'm falling. Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake. But if I've learned anything from the Kings: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most. And the ones who need you? They're the ones who hurt you in the end. Evan knew something. About my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful in the country. Damon knows too. And the only way he'll tell me? Is if I say yes. Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the fire between us. Will the man holding me survive what comes next? And more terrifying: Will I survive loving him?

When my mother first told me about the arranged marriage, Noah Parker lowered his head and kissed me, pulling me closer as we became tangled together. After a haze of passion, he carried me into the bathroom. Warm water streamed over my skin, but his words sent a chill straight through me, as if I'd fallen into an icy pit. "Go home. And don't come looking for me here again." I thought he'd seen the text and was jealous, so I quickly clung to him and swore, "I won't marry anyone else—" His smile stayed, but the heat in his eyes cooled into something distant. "But I'm getting married." He brushed back my messy hair, ignoring how my body trembled under his touch. "My fiancée is gentle and kind—nothing like you. She’d never throw herself at her foster brother like that. We've already set a date. If you keep clinging to me like this, she'll be upset with me."

One devastating night ripped my world apart. My half-sister betrayed me and got pregnant with my boyfriend. Humiliated, furious, and desperate for revenge, I stepped into a pulsing party just to feel something—anything other than pain. Then I saw him. Dominic Hale. Not just Ryan’s father… but a man who didn’t belong in a room like that. Cold. Untouchable. The kind of man people lowered their voices around without knowing why. He didn’t look at me like I was fragile. He looked at me like I was a problem he shouldn’t want. Logic screamed run. But rage and something darker pushed me into his orbit. One heated glance. One slow, filthy dance. One night that was supposed to be just revenge. But stolen moments turned into obsession. His touch became my addiction. Secrets exploded. Families shattered. Scandal consumed us. He broke my heart, so I broke every fucking rule. And fell for the one man I should never want —his father.