Marshall D Teach Bounty Novels & Stories

I was the fat girl, the nerd who everyone bullied just for the fun of it. They even nicknamed me 'the ugly duckling.' They threw things at me, hurled insults at me and laughed at me. My parents choose my sister over me every time. My crush, Ashton Hill even humiliated me in front of the whole school. But I rose above it. I turned the pain into purpose—the humiliation into power. Now, the ball is in my court and I am about to make the game as hard as it can get for every single person who ever tainted me. Especially Ashton Hill! Everyone was about to know what regret meant because I would make sure to teach them a lesson they never forget!

Sahil is a very handsome man and is a certified Casanova who loves to flirt with every girl around. Girls are falling for him every now and then. While he doesn't do love. All he wants is pure flirting and one night stands with no strings attached.Sahil is hiding something, he did, to get out of a situation. His father put him in that situation along with Manyata.Manyata Singh Rathore is a beautiful, sensible and independent girl. She hates him with everything in her, she doesn't even look at him. She wants to teach him a lesson. Sahil is confused about her behaviour, as no girl has ever been able to resist his charm. Let's find out if the certified Casanova would be tamed or not....

🔞🔕 WARNING — NOT FOR UNDER 18 They're older, experienced men who love nothing more than corrupting and fucking much younger women. These powerful Daddies don’t do gentle. They take innocent, tight little bodies and stretch them wide with their thick cocks. They teach eager young girls how to moan “Daddy” while getting their throats fucked, their asses claimed, and their pussies filled deep and raw. From secret office sessions and forbidden bedroom lessons to rough, dripping wet nights where these girls learn to beg for more… every story is packed with filthy age-gap pleasure. If you get wet dreaming about dominant older men ruining younger women, making them addicted to their cock… then open these pages and get ready. Daddy’s coming for you.

She has a lot to learn about the world of shadow walkers, including the perils they face. It isn't until nineteen year old Alison Colby, inherits an old family estate house that she discovers the secret that her parents kept from her. Not only is she a shadow walker, but she is of royal lineage and is expected to assume the throne soon. Fortunately, Nick Jackson is willing to teach her all she needs to know, since he just so happens to be a shadow walker himself..and he is in love with her. Unfortunately, so is his competitive cousin, Martin... and when it comes to a contest of women, Martin always wins. SHADOW LOVE BOOK ONE BEGINS A GRIPPING, SEXY, AND EXCITING STORY THAT CONTINUES IN SHADOW LOVE BOOK TWO!

My best friend and I go to a music festival together. There, my brother's girlfriend locks me in the toilet. "Young women these days are so shameless—I can't believe you had the nerve to seduce my CEO boyfriend! I'm going to teach you a lesson today since your parents obviously didn't raise you right!" She refuses to listen to my explanation. She pours dirty water all over me before slapping me in public and stripping me. Then, she brands me with an insult. By the time my brother arrives, I'm tormented beyond recognition. "I can explain, Spencer! I thought you were lying when you said she was your sister!"

Iria has spent her life as a weak, sickly omega. Who has always been overlooked and convinced she is When a violent ritual forcibly binds her to the cold, disciplined Alpha Kael, she becomes the center of an ancient power struggle. Trapped in his quarters under the guise of “protection,” Iria fights the unwanted pull of the bond while Kael battles his growing obsession with the fragile omega who weakens him and strengthens him at the same time. As dark truths about her Virellan bloodline surface, Iria must choose between sacrificing herself for a cruel system…or destroying it to claim a love that is chosen, not fated. In a world ruled by bonds and obedience, one weak Luna will teach an Alpha what real strength looks like.

Karma is like a boomerang, what you give out would always come back to you. Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Karma doesn't reciprocate what you give. She just gives. Indifferent to the consequence of her biased distributions. Why else would I be at the receiving end of a punishment I don't warrant? I've been beaten, belittled and my wings were clipped off by the person meant to teach me how to fly. And yet, I can't bring myself to hate those who have wronged me. For I'm nothing but a victim of ill fate and twisted vengeance. But would I ever get what I truly deserve? Or would karma keep being a bitch and forget that she owes me?

What would you do to protect your brother after he protected you from your abusive father growing up? For Lisa, that means agreeing to an arranged marriage with a man who’s just as horrible as her father. Despite her pending nuptials, Lisa cant stop herself from falling in love with Davis, a man fifteen years her senior who resembles a Viking more than a modern-day man. With his heart of gold and protective nature, can he teach Lisa to be strong? Is there an escape from her arranged marriage? Saved By A Viking is a sequel to Saved By A Dark Billionaire, but can be read as a stand alone book. The third book will be titled Saved By Her Best Friend. I hope you enjoy the book!

When I was five years old, I was kidnapped by the human traffickers. Later on, I was abandoned at Dreadvault Isle's prison meant for serious offenders located in the infamous no-man's land of Cloudguard Continent. In order to avoid dying from starvation, I clung to Edgar Blythe, who was a serial killer with the highest bounty known on the Internet, and called him "Grandpa Eddie". Then, I moved to grip Franklin Graves, a former boxing champion, by his diamond-crusted belt just to beg for scraps. Finally, I entangled myself around a top-tier assassin's leg while yelling at the top of my lungs, "As long as you don't let me starve to death, I'll make sure to take care of you once you grow old!" All the international mercenaries, arms dealers, and professional assassins were stunned by my declaration. In the end, they gave me some leftovers from their own plates. That was how I was raised in prison. Since my grandpas have enemies all over the globe, the first thing I do after returning to the country is act like a cowardly impoverished student. When I'm a college sophomore, Leonard Hargrove, a rich scion from a conglomerate, has accused me of stealing his laptop. He even beats me up relentlessly on the campus field and breaks three of my ribs by stomping on my chest. To make things worse, he forces me to swallow blood-drenched soil. I'm in so much pain that I've practically gone nuts and bitten off half of Leonard's ear as a result. Jordan Chappel, the dean of the college, kicks me to the floor when I meet him later on in his office. "Do you really think you're in the right for stealing from someone else, you broke bastard? All he did was hit you a few times! It's not like you'll die from those attacks! "You'd better tell your guardians to come here as soon as possible! I want to see them groveling to me and apologize on your behalf!" After spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva, I turn to stare Jordan dead in the eye. "Are you sure you really want my guardians to show up?"

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."