Madam Escaped Again Sir

Lacy Maroney has never known love. Not since her mother abandoned her at an Orphanage home, not since people came by and refused to adopt her. Her life from 17 has been filled with sex, fake Ids, clubs and hurt. Leading her to build the biggest, underground sex club in the slums of Nevada for the top 5% of the US. A place where secrets thrive and orgasms run wilder. Everyone knows her as Madame X. Her rate goes up to almost a million dollars. Until. Three men come stumbling in offering 5 million dollars for just one night. Everything as Lacy has known it changes. Her heart, her mind, her sex drive. Nothing can compare, no one can compare, to these three mysterious men. Especially when they find out everything about her that nobody knows. She realises soon that these men don’t want just her body, but also her heart. Complications arise as they try to find a dynamic and secrets thrive in the questions unasked. Secrets that grow until they threaten to bring down everything she’s worked hard for. When it all comes crashing down, will she push them away and enforce her rules, or will she lose herself in love and pleasure? Even worse —the spotlight that comes with the reveal of their true identities?

“Don't fucking call me that, I'm a god-damn-striaght-guy” Garvin muttered. Oh, the nickname he hated so much. “Relax princess, it's not that deep.” I said, as I moved closer to him. “Your whole body wants me, just a matter of time, you would beg for it.” I added. Liam is known for his mischievous, fearless, and always pushing boundaries. When his stepsister Olivia is humiliated by the boy she loved, Liam makes a vow to make him pay for hurting her. Garvin is the perfect son everyone admires, yet, known as a player who never stays long enough to care about emotions. He believes that love has no place in his life. Garvin wasn't an easy target. He's straight, or at least that's what he tells himself. As Liam gets closer to Garvin, the lies start to feel real. Every moment begins to mean something. Before Liam realizes it, revenge turns into guilt, and guilt turns into forbidden love. Will Liam fulfil his promise to his step-sister or betray her and follow his heart against all rules.

The world is in the middle of catastrophe for ten years, a Sewer in the Village of Mecchichuzan was the only refuge of the remaining humans to protect themselves against the Psychopaths who are roaming around. There are chosen people who were blessed to be born with the talent of learning Magic, which they use for resistance and for the expansion of their territory. Their magic consists of Weapon creation, enhancements, producing ailments and many more. The story revolves to a 22-year-old Teenager named "Jin Rudina", who has no talent in casting magic but will do his best to achieve a world where freedom exists. But why does the Psychopaths are powerful than the human magic casters?

Aiden Atkinson, a rejected Alpha werewolf, searches for a life of meaning; when he stumbles upon Kayla Lawson. He soon learns to love and trust someone new in his messed up life. Kayla Lawson, a broken young woman, has an identity crisis and discovers she is a mermaid. When the war between werewolves and mermaids is revealed to Kayla by Aiden, she must decide to tell him who she really is and risk their new relationship. As she begins to make amends with the death of her parents, Kayla finds herself drawn to the ocean by a mysterious voice calling her into the depths of the ocean. Perhaps these voices can help Kayla make sense of the world around her.

Marie Samantha Fortalejo was the average girl, with steady job as waitress and sharing an apartment with her best friend Linda, and living in Manhattan, New York. Iñigo Callan was a powerful cold man, then meant business when it comes to his powerful company. Iñigo never had a time for girls nor did he never want to get involved in one. But when her mother throws an ice ball party at his building, Samantha stumbled in a wearing blue beautiful dress. Iñigo couldn't help but feel captivated by the beautiful woman behind the mask.

I used to think I understood survival. By twenty-one, I’d figured out that my body was something I could trade, and honestly, I didn’t flinch at using it. Rain pounding outside, apparently, I barely noticed. I was too wrapped up with Bobby, his cock sliding against my lips while I tried to forget the outside world. “I need to fix supper,” I muttered, and then took him in my mouth. He groaned. His hands knotted up in my hair, pushed me lower, and I swallowed every part of him. A hundred bucks. That’s what it took to make all this feel like just another night, just another transaction. That’s my reality, balancing family, hiding secrets, hustling through college by day, doing whatever it takes at night. But then my dad’s promotion depends on one dinner party. Suddenly, I’m orbiting two men who don’t just spot weakness, they exploit it. What starts with forced politeness turns into something darker. Surveillance cameras watch as I give in again and again, my body traded in deals I never agreed to. The difference between “okay” and “forced” vanishes every time I obey. At some point, I realize what this compliance has actually cost me. Not just my body, my choices, my future, all of it chipped away until the only decision left is brutal: keep giving them what they want and disappear inside myself, or risk everything to fight back against the machine trapping me here. My family’s fate is always tied to me. My body isn’t mine to bargain with anymore. So I keep asking myself: after everything, can someone like me actually claw my way back from submission when it was forced from the start? Keep reading to find out.

Deux mois après ma mort, mes parents, dans leur indifférence habituelle, se sont enfin souvenus que j’avais disparu quelque part au retour d’un voyage. Mon père, avec son éternelle impatience, a froncé les sourcils : « Je ne lui ai pas seulement demandé de revenir à pied, qu’est-ce qu’elle a à faire une scène comme ça ? » Mon frère, toujours aussi détaché et cynique, m’a envoyé un message sur son téléphone, un émoji suffisant accompagné d’un texte froid et sans âme : « Tu ferais bien de rester morte là-bas, sinon la fortune de ma grand-mère sera la mienne, et celle de Léa. » Je n’ai pas répondu. Qu’aurais-je pu dire de toute façon ? Ma mère, elle, a grimacé et a lâché d’un ton dur : « Dis-lui que si elle arrive à temps pour la fête d’anniversaire de sa grand-mère, je ne reviendrai pas sur le fait qu’elle a délibérément poussé Léa dans l’eau ! » Ils n’ont jamais cru que je n’étais pas sortie de ce sous-bois. Alors, après un temps, ils ont commencé à y creuser. Et c’est ainsi qu’ils ont fini par retrouver mes os, éparpillés au fond des bois...

The Velvet Pact In the golden shadow of forbidden salons, Eva, poor and invisible, unwittingly attracts the gaze of two predators. Sasha and Niko Volkov, twins of breathtaking beauty and heirs to a ruthless empire, see in her the perfect prey for a perverse game. Their offer is not a mere transaction, but a corrupted pact sealed in velvet and money: an obscene fortune in exchange for her innocence. But the price is darker than it seems. She must give herself to one of the brothers, body and soul, under the possessive and burning gaze of the other. What begins as a sale becomes a dizzying fall into the depths of desire and jealousy. Trapped in this forbidden triangle, Eva discovers that her body can be a weapon and that submission can hide an unsuspected power. In this labyrinth of pleasure and domination, the true trial will not be to choose her master, but to survive the consuming obsession she ignites in them… and in herself.

"Ark," I gasp out, the intensity of his dark gaze alone pinning me to the bed. He leans down, wrapping his gloved hand around my neck, the pressure making my head spin in the best way. "I do own you." ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him