Lion Sit Me Up

Melanie Campbell was someone who loved keeping to herself and while sending numerous applications to several places, she made a small living working as a waitress in a tiny restaurant to earn as much as she could to provide for herself and her ailing grandmother. With the recommendation of her close friend, she applied for and gets called into an interview where she met him… Calvin Sinclair was the heir to his parents' group of companies after the unfortunate demise of his older brother and he worked exceedingly hard to be just as perfect at his job as his brother would have been, even agreeing to an engagement to a famous model and family friend, Linda Thorne. He comes across Melanie who is hired as his personal assistant and who has an unmistakable resemblance to his fiancée, Linda and he is intrigued. Will the two end up falling hopelessly in live with each other despite their difference in backgrounds and what is expected of them? Or will they settle for what they are told to have and be with the people who would benefit them the most?

A Beta is weak. Ordinary. He didn't have an Alpha's might or strength. Nor did he have the beauty and splendor of an Omega. But a Beta can love too. Jillian is a beta. It was impossible for her to avoid meeting Alvin. The Omega Alvin desired left him for unknown reasons, but Jillian looks strikingly similar to the Omega Alvin adores. So he took a chance and jumped into his arms, expecting to be treated as a toy, a substitute. Jillian fully knew what she was jumping into. Yet it was love. 'I'm hoping for at least a little love.' He was willing to give up his freedom for the love of his life. ... Years have passed. Alvin had never loved her. The millionaire CEO of the city's largest company, the dream alpha of many omegas. He was just a regular beta, so it's no surprise. Nonetheless, he clung to that torturous love, selling out his body for him to use, like a prostitute for love. Will He ever understand? The Alpha he craves does not deserve him in the least.

Evelyn's entry in New York was a turning point in her life. She insulted Billionaire Sebastien Robinson because of some misunderstanding. Once she was drunk and she end up sleeping with a man who saved her from being molested. That man turned out to be Sebastien Robinson with whom she was on bad terms already. He left a note for her "Whatever happened last night, let's just forget it. We were not sober last night. You don't havs to feel guilty about it. Just hope we never cross paths with each other ever again." They decided not to cross path with each other but their destiny brings them together again. On her first day at work she found out that Sebastien is her boss. Evelyn and Sebastien both were unawared that this was not a beginning of a new chapter but a journey to finish the old chapter. Their encounter at a coffee shop led them to complete a love story which ended 4 years ago in a tragic incident.

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

"Are you expecting anyone mum?" I asked She turned to me and shook her head, showing that she wasn't expecting anyone. Abruptly, the door opened. Oliver and I ran to mum and held her hand. We heard someone step into the room and the footsteps kept getting louder. I tightened the grip on my mothers hand burying my face in her gown, suddenly the footstep stopped and there was silence in the room. Read more to find out what happened.

Diya Wanda grew up in a convent since the day she was abandoned at the church entrance. She never let the abandonment put her down. She grew up to be a firm believer that there is goodness in the world. This was her weakness and downfall because when she went out into the world with the blessing of the nuns. She thought it would keep her safe. The world was not as she hoped, but she was a believer. This led her to Ace Torane. She fell in love hard, fast. Their love blinded Diya into believing her happily ever after would last forever. Until she witnessed his hidden horrifying side. She considered him unredeemable and fled than confront. With her long gone and his kept secret out, Ace's fury ignited because she left. She fled with something valuable enough to let him burn everything that was in his path, including Diya. ~WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND STRONG GRAPHIC CONTENT~

With a slight blush of embarrassment, she nods, and her boss smiles. " You know it isn't free, right?" Even though she can't speak, she made up her mind to do it for her grandparents. "yes," she says as tears run down her cheeks. "Okay good, a deal is a deal," he said with a smirk.

"Touch me until I cum so hard that I forget my own name," I gasped, my lips brushing his, trembling beneath the weight of his stare. "You will forget more than that, wife," he rasped, gripping my throat with one hand and sliding the other down my body, "I will make you cum until you forget how to fight your feelings for me." * Elena Thrown into a marriage with the city’s most dangerous mafia king, I had one mission, to seduce him, overwhelm him and make him end it. So, I moaned louder, touched deeper, played the part of a woman consumed by lust, all in hopes he would be repulsed. But Dominic Moretti doesn’t fall for games. He plays them better. Colder, rougher and unrelenting. Every fake moan becomes real. Every forced kiss turns savage. And every time I think that I have the upper hand, he flips me over and makes me forget I ever wanted to get out of this marriage. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in staying. But when lust ignites war and pleasure starts to hurt in all the right ways, it’s no longer about breaking the marriage, it’s about surviving it. One of us will break. One of us will beg. But we will be both drenched in each other's lust before it’s all over.

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.