Lover In Paris

Francesca was sold to the mafia boss's son. She was supposed to marry the son, but ended up getting involved with the father... Faust just wanted to find a beautiful bride for his son, but ended up being attracted to Francesca. His irises were so blue, with hints of gray, but they didn't seem angry. Instead, he appeared amused. "You've got spirit. That's good. You'll need it, little one."

In the world of werewolves, how can a pathetic human girl survive? Unexpectedly, I am chosen as the future Alpha’s slave. Oh, my handsome and sadistic master, how should I love you?

No touching. No questions. No falling in love. That was the contract to marry the cold, unreachable billionaire heir and pretend I don’t exist. I needed the money, so I signed. But nothing could have prepared me for the truth. He was someone I used to know He’s my long-lost brother! He doesn’t remember me. And he’s everything the rumors warned me about: ruthless, distant, and untouchable. I should run. But how do you walk away from the only family you've ever loved… even when he no longer loves you back?

"ออกไปจากชีวิตฉัน เลิกเข้ามาวุ่นวายกับฉันได้แล้ว ต่อให้เธอเอาตัวเข้ามาแลก ฉันก็ไม่สนใจเธออยู่ดี" "หึ จริงเหรอ พี่แน่ใจเหรอว่าถ้าพริกเอาตัวเข้าแลกพี่จะไม่สนใจจริงๆ"

Stella never thought she would end up with Daryl Valerio but she did...but not after a long fight. Who could ever thought, two people could find real love based off a contract? A hot and steamy romance that will make you grasp for more.

Sabiana Zoreta was bought for fifteen million pesos. At the very young age of twenty, she was being bid in an elite club. She was taken there to be sold and included in an auction. Kidnapped at the age of three by her father from her wealthy stepdad, she later questioned why he would sell her when she grew up. Could a father really sell his own child? For her father, the answer was yes. She was raised to be a commodity, but the man who bought her didn’t want her for just one night. He wanted her to be his lover—Lennox Montebello, a member of the underground organization, dirty, dangerous and dark.

Malam itu, Lucy (vampir berdarah campuran) kehilangan segalanya. Orang tua, harta, identitas, kebahagiaan, dan cinta. Dia berjanji bahwa dia akan membalaskan semua rasa sakit yang ada, lebih kejam lagi. Hal itu pun yang menuntun dia bertemu Mikael-vampir bangsawan yang tak sengaja merasakan darah manisnya, dalam dekapan hasrat membara yang brutal. Dia amat membenci Mikael, namun siapa sangka dengan berjalannya waktu, benih cinta malah menjalar di antara mereka. Namun, takdir tak berbaik hati pada mereka. Ujian cinta dan dendam masih terus berlanjut, hingga pada akhirnya mereka harus saling membunuh untuk mengenyangkan hasrat tragedy. Apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya? Apakah mereka akan bersama? Atau, mereka malah menjauh karena takdir yang sama sekali tak bisa mereka abaikan?

“Suck it.” “ What? , I said suck it . You said you were gay and in love with me so make me come. Deane mave , popularly known as BABY is an undercover FBI agent on the brink of losing his job due to his uncanny ways of solving cases. To save his job he is tasked with catching Zachary stallion FBI most wanted mafia. With no way in , he finds out that Zachary is gay. Running out of time, he decides to act as a gay man to get Zachary's attention. But is his job really worth it ?. Find out the story of Zachary and Deane in this thrilling novel.

ฉันหมายหัวเดือนวิศวะสุดฮอต ขวัญใจสาวทั้งมหา’ลัยเอาไว้ว่าคนนี้แหละ พ่อของลูก! "เห็นหน้าเธอแล้วอยากเมา เผื่อว่าเราจะได้กัน"

I was a violin prodigy. But to pay my mother’s debts, I was forced to give up everything. That’s when I met the man who would own me: Dante Moretti. He was the king of New York's underworld. The Don of the Moretti family. With a single phone call, fortunes were made. With a single glance, blood was spilled. The world didn't just bend to his will—it broke. And on that day… what he wanted was me. He gave me a five-year contract. A penthouse in a skyscraper overlooking all of New York. More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me. Instead, I turned my back on him. And married another man.