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I didn’t mean to marry him. I was supposed to meet my blind date — the one my parents handpicked after my three-year relationship with a cheating boyfriend ended. But he said yes. Cassian Dorne—cold, powerful, and everything I should run from. Yet the way he looks at me feels like déjà vu, like he already knows me. I thought this marriage was my rebellion, my escape from my parents’ control. But as memories of one forbidden night begin to resurface, my husband starts to look less like my saviour… And more like the danger I should have stayed away from. And if my memories return, they might destroy us both.

She was fallen deeply in-love to the man she can't have. She really like him but He don't like her. She will do anything for the sake of her love even if it pains her and even if she risk her life. How will her unrequited love, will last? "If happy ever after did exist, then why would my life end like this?" - Dahlia Catarhina El Mundo

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

Lilly thought, her life would end soon enough, as she was too weak and exhausted from all the pain in her body. She couldn't take it anymore. The thing that kept her willing to live still there was her parents' last wish. For her to fight for her life. Her miserable life. At first, Lilly still hopes and believes that a slave, a low-life like her can have that proper living. Just like other normal living beings. But no. Normal and proper life was not in her fate. She is sure of it now. No hope for a low-life like her. A slave like her will always be a low-life creature. They either die on the street like rats or a breeder for another creature. -------In a harsh world where a girl with an unlucky fate like Lilly lives, she no longer has the will to live. So, when Alpha Ken, bored of her as his plaything. She didn't even beg for her life when he decided to sell her off to the Lycans. Because Lilly decided to die in another place. Far away from here. Will that happen? What will happen when she finally arrives at a place far away from her expectations? Will Lilly stick to her plan and give up on her life, or will she fight for herself once again when she finds them, the ones that Moon Goddess destined for her?

After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill. As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too. Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

The story of two different people… “Mr.Stone” like called by everyone is a great businessman. He is the CEO of Stone corporations in Mumbai. He earned this position with a lot of hard work. It is life for him. Actually, ‘Mr.Stone’ is not his real name and no, he is not named like that after his company’s name. Ah, Yes! He is named like that after his personality. Ms.Pari is a loving person who sees well in everyone. She is sweet and caring. Being an only child, she is quite pampered by her parents. She always wants to be independent, so she starts to job hunt. It results in her to reach Mumbai leaving her own city. So like we all know that melting stone is quite difficult. But is it?

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

Georgia Brooks, the notorious, troublesome tomboy is the caretaker of Clark Brown, the mysterious, cold man who is an undercover billionaire. Georgia's motive is to uncover him and just make him happy. But what when secrets are revealed and the badass tomboy is close to tears? Join them on this rocky road of adventures which includes their occasional fights and revenge, stolen kisses, trip to a circus, journey to England, landing in jail and much more! Excerpt from a chapter : His lips curled in disdain and just when he was about to unwrap the towel, I quickly turned around showing my back to him. What the fucking hell? What if I saw his thing? "Don't you care? Like honestly, couldn't you just order like your usual self to get the hell out of your bedroom or just . . . turn around for you to change? You could have at least warned me that you were freeing your willy, I would have closed my eyes!" I rambled and felt myself feeling all jittery again. He didn't reply and I could mentally picture him scoffing or rolling his pretty eyes. A part of me which never saw a grown man's buddy down there was curious as to how it looked. Was it really long and monstrous like a huge sausage they describe in erotic scenes? Was it soft like a banana or hard like a radish? Was is it like spring that when you poke it, it would go wagging like a dog's tail? A teeny little peek would do no harm . . .