Lips Biting Money Novels & Stories

On their engagement day, her fiancé cheated with her sister, and pushed her down the stairs even though she was pregnant!Five years later, Charmine Jiang made an impactful return, rooted with a deep hatred for scumbags. She was cold-hearted, ready to fight for the family money, eyed to become a supermodel. She was ready to stun the world.Although she was determined to make her own money for revenge, hordes of men still insisted on helping her, spoiling her.“Who offended my lady? Get the gears ready!”“AK999 ready, I’ve got the scumbags! Dad, Mom, please bring me a little sister!”

My dad called me right after I got paid. He said my little brother needed money for school, Grandma had medical bills, and there was still the rent, water, and electricity. Then, at the end of the call, he admitted he’d lost money gambling. I sat in the security booth, rubbing my bad leg, completely lost for what to do. A car horn blared, and I quickly raised the security bar. Just one look and you could tell how expensive the car was. It belonged to the boss, who had a thing for amputees. Damn it.

⚠️Warning ⚠️:Sexually explicit contents.This book is for matured minds only and rated 🔞 .Estella starts working as a private chef for one of the wealthiest family in Long Island, a small town best known for their wineries.The Mendez family had everything,money,affluence and more money made from mafia operations.Estella knew working for the Mendez family was a tough one because she had her suspicions also about their source of wealth.But when the Second son of the Mendez family ,Arman Mendez shows up in the picture,she knew that he was going to be the end of her.What seemed to be a job turns out to be a series of mixed emotions,fallouts and forgiveness.

“Get your clothes off,” he said, his voice emotionless. I stared at him, my lips slightly parted in shock. What? “I said, get your clothes off,” he repeated. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees. Face me with your ass.” “What?” I breathed, trembling. He took a single step forward, the air tightening . “Didn’t you hear what I—” He stopped. Just like that, the words died on his tongue. His entire body froze, his eyes locked on me. It looked like he had been struck. His pupils dilated, his lips parted slightly. And then...He stepped back. “Mate.” ************* It was supposed to be a one-night stand, not a soul-binding mistake. I grew up in an orphanage, but at 19, I was forced to move to a brothel and become a sex worker. Darius Dovenia was a ruthless Alpha of Silver moon pack who happened to be my first client and as he called it…Mate. But what if the girl he's vowed to protect… was created by the monster he's sworn to kill?

**Book 1: My Healing Love (omegaverse) **Book 2: My Healing Love: Mateo's Love Story (available on the website for now! )! Because your love heals me, I will give you all my life. Trevor: "I can't stand men touches." Trevor looks sadly at the man in front of him, then added "and it seems that my body doesn't like women's pheromone either... So I'm bound to be alone." Soon I realise that I was special because I was the only man who could manage to touch him, and he was the only one whose pheromones could affect me. Then I thought maybe we were made for each other. So I decided to love him only"- Max "He is the only man I can feel and touch, He is the first one who can make me smile like that." So I thought maybe he is my healing. - Trevor Max is an alpha, future CEO of the most powerful company in town. He is looking for his mate, to make his boring life more pleasant. Trevor is an omega. An orphan after losing his mother and grandfather, he thought he would live a lonely and painful life until he met Max. Watch as Max and Trevor heal each other with their love, trust and respect. Follow our two protagonists in this love story full of twists and turns. *Excerpt* Trevor's lips quivered "I just don't want to regret this... you know I've watched my mother die because of a one-sided bond, I'm scared to jump into a relationship with someone I don't really know just because we are mates..." "I know ... and I have to say that I'm glad you're taking your time ... it means you're seriously considering me, at least I know it's not my money or my body you're interested in!" Max joked

"You're not his wife!" "But I am the mother of his child! And I have an equal share in this family!" Camila's life turns blissful when she gets pregnant by a billionaire and now she is the daughter-in-law of the Russells, basking in luxury and privilege. But she will never have one thing she has always craved, and that is a loving relationship. Or will she? Being rich comes with problems money can solve and others money can't. As she faces the life-threatening hassles of being a daughter-in-law and wife to Konrad, her perspective begins to change. Will the love that blossoms turn her into a good person or is it all just a facade to become the next billionaire in 9 months?

After my beloved boyfriend dies in a fire, my sister marries a rich man. So, I marry her husband, Jason Grant's father. We go from being sisters to being mother and daughter-in-law. We're still a family, aren't we? Later, Jason pins me to a corner while breathing heavily. "Money is all you want, right? I can give you everything he can. Wouldn't it be much better for you to be with me than with a paralyzed old man?" Oh, he's got this all wrong. Money isn't what I want. His life is what I want.

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee

“Next question.” His eyes locked on her. He was close. Too close. Emily raised the tablet between them. “If your brand—” Scott pressed down on the tablet. Emily backed into the desk. Nowhere left to go. Scott placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in. His face inches from hers. “Scott—” “Next question.” His voice was rough. Emily’s breath caught. Heat flooded her body. “If your brand was a person,” she whispered, “how would you describe her—them?” His eyes dropped to her lips. “Resilient.” His thumb traced her jawline. “Beautiful.” His breath warmed her skin. “Irresistible.” The word hung between them. Emily’s heart pounded. One movement—one inch—and his lips would touch hers. She wanted it. God, she wanted it. “I should go.” Her voice shook. Scott’s jaw clenched. But he didn’t move. “The contract says no physical contact.” His blue eyes burned into hers. “It doesn’t say anything about wanting to.” Emily’s arranged marriage to Ian Hunter was a transaction—his family’s money for her father’s freedom. For three years, she endured his coldness, his cruelty, his mistress. The day his grandmother died, Ian filed for divorce and walked away with everything. Emily’s business collapsed. Ian’s empire grew. Now, she’s desperate enough to make a deal with the devil’s half-brother. Scott Hunter is pitched against his half-brother to claim his billion-dollar inheritance. One of the three requirements is a wife. Emily needs capital to rebuild—and revenge on the man who destroyed her. It shouldn't be. It's unheard of. It's supposed to be a simple contract: one year of marriage, no feelings, no complications. Except Scott can’t stop touching her. And Emily realizes she’s stopped pretending.

Christy had to do surrogacy for money, for a lot of money, for some reasons... She spent a turbulent night with a strange man in a strange villa for one, not one, many rounds of sexual intercourse, and eventually got pregnant. After giving birth to a twins of one boy and one girl and giving them away like agreed, her pain didn’t stop. She gave birth to another baby boy on the way back home. With overjoy, she kept the youngest son to herself and raised him by herself. Will she meet the other two babies of hers ever again? Will she meet the father of her three children ever again?