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Amelia's heart filled with fear as the kanye Male Alpha approached her. She had always been taught that Alphas only mated with other Alphas, and now she was face-to-face with one. She cowered as he inhaled her scent at her neck, then moved southward between her thighs, causing her to gasp and stiffen. Suddenly, the male looked up, snarling angrily. "What is this?" he growled. "You smell like an Alpha, but you're not one." Amelia trembled, unsure of how to respond. The male continued to explore her body, sniffing deeply into her womanhood. She felt completely powerless. Then, the male abruptly looked up again, his hair touching her chin as he glared at the others. "Mine," he snarled. "She's MINE!" Amelia realized with a sinking feeling that she had become his property. She was subject to his dominance and control, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Being bullied when she was younger by her peers because of the color of her hair, Claire haven't known any parent figure in her life as she spent her entire childhood in the orphanage with broken dreams and hidden scars. What's worse was when she escaped from the orphanage only to be caught by the most viscous rogues and she was used as their slave. Not being able to take the pain and suffering any longer, she took a bold leap of courage running away from the pack. But as fate would have it, she stumbled into the house of a mysterious man who made her belief of how the world works into jeopardy. What happens when she finally gives her trust to the man only to have her work as a servant for the cruelest Alpha? How did the Alpha react when he finds out he's mated to Claire who is not only a witch but the one to fulfill the prophesy?

"I'll hate to spoil your makeup." He brushed my hair aside to kiss the delicate skin on my neck. He was my husband, and he was trying to seduce me. A man my father forced me to marry so he could form a political alliance, and also gain access to this enemy family for revenge through me. My name is Racheal, the only legitimate child of one of the world's most influential presidents. As the president's daughter, you would think my life was perfect, but it wasn't.   Since my mother’s untimely death, my step-mother has maltreated and tortured me relentlessly. My boyfriend betrayed me, and then my father sold me off to be married to a man I did not know, a complete stranger, the billionaire son of a rival president.  Now I am forced to make a decision, continue with my father's revenge plan, or let myself fall for my new husband’s seductions?

...In the name of crush, love and lies...They say broken people can't fall in love, right? But what if love really lies? Fighting depression and bipolarity along with eating disorder and coupled with fighting the urge not to take her own life, can things get anymore confusing for Fay when a silly crush transpire into something else? They say obsession is sweet, but when it leads to infatuation, it tends to get more dangerous and powerful. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips hovering above hers slightly, their lips almost touching. She shook her head negatively, her lips unconsciously dying for his taste. "Alright." His breath out, untangling his fingers from her hair as he made to move his lips away from hers but she pulled his head back quickly before muttering against his small pink lips. "Kiss me." © Josephine. C. Ivy

You know what they say? "Couples are appointed to accompany each other in Heaven" but have you ever thought about the condition where one is from Heaven, cool calm and peaceful and the other one is from hell, hot tempered and destructor. He walked towards her with his usual angry glare towards her. He looked so scary to her (Like always). She took a few steps back but he was not stopped by her action. He was now so close that she could feel his body heat. He pulled her hair from the back of her head. She hissed. "How you dared? Who is he to you? A boyfriend?" he asked in a sinister voice. "Pain? Is that pain I am seeing? You came into my life forcefully and this pain is nothing like the pain I am suffering from," he said, forcing her to look into his deep blue eyes.

This is the story of Akash and Dharani. Akash means sky and Dharani means earth.... He came to me and held my hair again and made me look at him. "Don't you dare to question me again or else I will make you regret for it" he said to me dangerously and slapped me again. "What do you think that you can become my wife so easily? Did you look at yourself anytime in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting you look?" he said to me with so much hate. It is usual for me to get abused but I never thought that my husband will also be one of them. Just now I thought I will be free from that hell but no. I came to another hell. We all know that earth and sky doesn't touch each other but can Akash and Dharani fall in love..... To know about it let's see their journey....

Mina is an eighteen-year-old teenager, her life was so unfortunate that she lost her father at age 10. And her mother was experiencing a terminal illness which could cost her life if emergency surgery was not performed. Poor Mina had no choice but to accept the job offered to her by a mysterious lady. That is, having a one-night stand with a complete stranger!. "I'd do it!. Please, I need the money!". . Alexander Cassano, the famous Ruthless Mafia of Las Vegas. With dark silk hair like the night, and icy grey eyes, he was the guy that any girl would desire to be with. Fate has it that when love is bound to be, nature will be at its best. Alexander believed in no such thing as love. Love is a weakness to him. He got into a fatal accident and lost the privilege to father a child (Impotent). Six years later, Mina, a complete nobody, returns with three kids identical to the Ruthless Mafia she bumped into. Book 2: "Superstar Daddy; My Loving Hubby!".

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.

“I don't know anything. P-please...let me go.” She pleaded with her eyes half closed as her lips trembled due to his close proximity. She could feel his warm breaths on her face. She whimpered feeling a hand grip on her hair yanking her face up. Her entire body was sore and shaking from all the torture she had endured from this man. “Angel,...” Sylvester whispered in her ear. “Are you telling me the truth?” Lucia could feel the coldness of the mouth of the gun plastered to her temple and she broke into more sobs looking up to meet his dark eyes. “I swear...I-I don't know anything a-about Lily...she...” Her voice ceased when she felt his hand at her chin. “I believe you angel. But it seems that bitch has left us something behind to take with us as compensation.”

I was four years old when my brother, Beau Campbell, and I nearly drowned together. Only I survived, and from that day on, Mom could not stand the sight of me. She would often creep into my room at night with colorful "candies" in her hand, trying to pry open my mouth. However, Dad always stopped her just in time. Later, I cut off my long hair and threw away all my dresses, desperately trying to become Beau's shadow. Only then would Mom spare me a glance. Three years passed, and Mom got pregnant again. She said it was Beau coming back to us. I was happy for her and told myself it was good that Beau was back. After all, it also meant this family no longer needed the stand-in who had lived in his place. So, I found the same "candies" Mom once tried to force into my mouth, and I quietly swallowed them.