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It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet. There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every

Kanya Arundhati, a horror-thriller novelist on a well-known platform. Kanya a beautiful woman with natural red lips, always had nightmares every time she wrote a murder scene, then a man in would appear into her dream and whisper the words, “Make a wish.”In the recurring dream, Kanya will the man in .Kanya herself did not know who this man was until the face of the man in her dreams appeared in real life.What will Kanya do to avoid that man, and who is the mysterious man in her dreams? Is it the same person?

She was aware of all those men looking at her with lust, while she was running true the park, which made her angry and sad at the same time, but she just made her headphones louder and smiled on her chin. She wanted something real, although it was impossible to find because a man must give her all of himself, just as she would do the same to him. Ah, stop dreaming Jenna!", she mouthed, making her legs run faster, not knowing that soon her life will about to change.

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Warning!!! ⚠️🔞🔞 This book contains explicit content and themes that may be unsettling to some readers, proceed at your own risk!... Barbara Adams was supposed to become collateral... A broken girl traded to a Gangster in exchange for her stepfather’s gambling debts. But on the night before her wedding, Barbara sneaks out, desperate to lose her virginity on her own terms before being handed over to a stranger, she sneaks into the most dangerous nightclub in the city and finds herself inside the infamous 'Pleasure Den', where elite wealthy men buy fantasies and girls wear jeweled collars around their throats and there she meets him... Ronan Velasquez. A ruthless devil with cold eyes and b

After being accused of killing her best friend, Lyra flees her pack to avoid being killed where she finds love with Killian, only to be betrayed by him and her best friend. But fate smiles at her when she is given another chance to prove that a cursed omega can be desired when she has a one night stand with Damien. He offers a contract marriage which she accepts to get back at Killian only for her to find out that her new husband is none other than the famous cursed Lucan of the Blackthorn pack.

****Excerpt**** “You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.” He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing. “That’s it, my little whore. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth. His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The word whore sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it. “Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched

This book contains themes and content not suitable for readers under 18. *** When Russian mafia heir Andrei Dostoevsky attends a secret underground auction in Istanbul, Turkey, he intends only to recover a priceless Rembrandt for his father's collection. Instead, he impulsively purchases Zane Knightly—a fierce, strikingly beautiful young man paraded as human art. Bought and all but imprisoned in Andrei’s isolated Russian mansion, Zane vows to resist as he plots his escape and probable revenge, but each battle of wills fans the spark between them into an uncontrollable inferno. Trapped between hatred and longing, Zane's plan for escape unravels as forbidden emotions take hold. As Andrei’s

I can't get married to you" I kept walking back,not breaking eye contact till my back hit the wall and he closed the distance between us. Towering over my petite frame he pinned me against the wall, playing his hands on each side of my body he trapped me between him and the wall. My heart thundering. "Your opinion doesn't matter here" His deep ,emotionless voice sent chills down my spine. _____________________________ Vera A 21 year old is a beautiful,naive and sweet girl who had everything taken away from her at a tender age was taken by her aunt and uncle after her parents murder by an uprising against the ruling Russian mafia which was Mikhail's (Vera's father) mafia. From then on

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