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Great career, decent looks, at least twenty bucks in his wallet, debit card stacked with zeros, but good fortune had the opposite effect when it came to relationship issues. That's the gist of what Thomas Adam feels. Heartbreak from being left at the altar lingers and makes him distrust love. For him, being alone is no big deal. His life doesn't encounter complications either. His job skyrocketed like a rocket. Until Olive came along. She disrupted his straight path like a highway. It left him helpless and willing to take colorful detours just for Olive. But one question haunts him, "Will Olive leave him? Like what Diana did a dozen years ago?"

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Christian said, his voice gruff. I gripped him tighter in my hands, making his eyes roll and pumped him again. “Yes, but it’s too late.” I lowered my mouth onto his hard length. ***** A mixup landed Elisa in best friend’s father’s bed. A widower and billionaire in his late thirties. They vowed to never let it happen again. Except they couldn’t stop. And it easily became a battle between mind, body and heart. After Elisa moves into his house, she realizes her illicit craving is the least of her problems.

“I didn’t just save your sister’s life, Elara. I bought yours. And I’m a man who expects a return on his investment.” Elara didn’t have options. Her sister was dying, the doctors had given up, and the only thing left in the house was an old grimoire and a ritual she was never supposed to touch. So she touched it. Now she belongs to Vane ,demon, Duke of the Seventh Circle, and the most terrifying man she has ever stood in front of. He doesn’t look like what she expected. He looks like someone who buys companies before breakfast and ruins people for sport. Cold, beautiful, and completely unbothered by the fact that he now owns her life. The deal was simple. Her sister lives. Elara obeys. Except the mark he burned into her skin doesn’t say owned. It says sacrifice. And the more time she spends inside his world , his rules, his house, his dangerous, suffocating presence ,the more she realises that Vane didn’t just answer her call that night. He’d been expecting it. She just doesn’t know why yet. And maybe that’s the most terrifying thing about him not the power, not the contract, not the way he looks at her like she’s something he’s been waiting centuries for. It’s that she’s starting to look back.

The thrill behind old Manors, old love letters and a lack of job inspires Meg to go write for a man she has never met. A man she has no idea what he looks like.But she has a fantasy built up in her mind, who wouldn't? With all the mystery and intrigue?But Jack is not like any of Meg fantasies.He is not a guy scuplted like Adonis with the perfect face and charming attitude, no.He is a man riddled with scars and a past that left him bitter against the world.Meg should not be attracted to him, this she knows,Yet, she finds herself drawn to him, inexplainably...wanting to do his every will, to submit...

There's one word to describe Sabeerah AbdulMalik and that was beautiful. The rest like self-centred, proud, rude, intelligent and ruthless comes later. Sufyan Khalid is a sweet man, caring and sees the world with a positive outlook. He sees the best in everyone, never been married or in a relationship with any lady.Join this two polar opposites and read about how they navigate through life trying to dodge what life throws at them which looks eerily similar to love.

One day- I can say precisely when I know the date. I will talk to her with no fear... Maybe we will walk while holding hands, seeing eachother and smile. These are my thoughts so far... As I roll around my bed I thought maybe tomorrow I should just confess. What if I will not get rejected? So yes! I have liked this girl for quite a while now, it's going to be 2 years. She is elder than me and I guess it's the time to make everything clear. "That's when he took my breath away! I couldn't help but stare in his dark black eyes~"

My CEO isn’t human. And I’m already marked as his. Aeron Blackwood rules boardrooms by day and hunts by night. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. The kind of man who never loses control… except when I’m near. The mark on my skin burns every time he looks at me like that. Like I’m temptation. Like I’m prey. Like I’m his. He fights the bond with clenched fists and brutal restraint. I feel it coil low in my body, demanding more every time his voice drops or his gaze lingers too long. If the pack discovers the truth, I’ll be executed. If he gives in, he’ll lose everything. But when he stands too close, breathing me in like a sin he’s desperate to resist, I realize something terrifying. I don’t want to be saved. I want to be claimed.

Initially, I think a little puppy wants to climb the social ladder with his good looks, but I later realize that his skills are… I blush in embarrassment when he asks me how I feel. Despite that, he doesn't let me off the hook. Instead, he keeps pushing me for an answer. "Do you like it, angel? You smell so good. You're so sweet and soft…"

It's my and my boyfriend's anniversary. I open the glovebox to hide a gift inside as a surprise, but a piece of familiar-looking lingerie falls out. It's torn in a spot; it looks like it went through a rough battle. Before I can process the situation, I crash into a car that suddenly switches lanes in front of me. Right before I black out, I remember where I saw the lingerie. It was a gift from me to my best friend.

Imagine loving someone in secret for a decade, watching them chase the one person who could never truly accept them, believing their wedding would finally free them and you, only to see him drop to his knees in front of everyone, begging her to stay and calling you, his best friend and secret mate, “just friend”. The pain rips through you, you drown it in alcohol, follow a scent that feels like home, and wake up beside a man who looks exactly like him and wants nothing more than to ruin you, strip every ounce of innocence from your bones, and worship the grounds of your sanctuary day and night.