Mills & Boon Books Novels & Stories

The door clicked open. Selene's research was different from the rest of the house—modern, sterile, intimidating. Silver-edged snapshots of her grinning alongside dignitaries and celebrities made up the walls. The drawer sat where Claire said it would be. Locked. I extracted a thin hairpin from my jacket pocket and worked on the lock—years of wrestling with persnickety makeup cases had to amount to something. A click. It opened. Inside: a fat envelope marked "CONFIDENTIAL." I opened it by flipping it over.

It lay open on the floor, its contents spilled across the polished mahogany. Among my keys and a half-empty pack of tissues was my old, tattered wallet. The flap had popped open, revealing a faded polaroid of Toby smiling widely, his tiny arms wrapped around my neck, alongside a stack of unpaid, overdue hospital bills stamped with red warnings. Lucien looked at the photo, then back to my face. A strange, calculating shadow flickered across his silver eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, business-like calculation. "Five hundred thousand," Lucien murmured, crossing his arms. "To you, it's an impossible fortune. To me, it's pocket change. But I am not a charity, Scar

Maya murmured as she unpacked the cabinet and took a temperature-controlled bag to keep the food hot on the way. A smile spread across Maya's plump lips. She hoped this time Adam would like it. Maya then sifted through the special recipes she wanted to execute. *** "Sir, the Warren Group is still considering our proposal. They will answer this week," Elena reported to Adam about Warren Group. "Good, then!" Adam felt satisfied because the party he wanted to work with didn't reject him directly. Given that the Warren Group was known for its arbitrary treatment of companies below them. Moreover, answering this week was fast enough. It was entirely in line with his estimate.

Elena I woke to a soft knock on the door, sunlight already pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows like judgment. The bed—king-sized, cloud-like, oppressively pristine—felt more like a display prop than a place to sleep. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I saw the envelope again. Reality rushed in like cold water. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and pulled the silk robe tighter around me. The floors were warm beneath my bare feet as I padded to the closet. A rack of clothes had appeared overnight—dresses in soft neutrals, tailored blouses, delicate heels. None of them were mine. Of course not. I picked a pale cream blouse and high-waisted taupe trousers, polished and mo

CHRISTIAN One minute we're at the party we got invited to. The next, my mouth was on hers, her body was against mine, and we were stumbling into the elevator in a tangle of pent-up longing and heightened adrenaline. Thank God we were in the area where I had just recently bought a penthouse, the drive home would have been long and I needed her. Now. And the penthouse had a private lift because there was no chance in hell we could make it up the stairs without injuring ourselves.

“It will be enough. You’ll be enough, Evelyn.” For a moment, the air between us felt charged. The room seemed smaller, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Before I knew it, he was even closer, his hand brushing against mine. “Nathaniel…” I started, but my voice caught in my throat. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt the pull between us. Before I could think, before I could stop it, his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and sent a jolt through my entire body.

She easily convinces Gracie to join in to make it a foursome instead. MILFS, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Big Balls, Kissing, Pussy licking, Fingering, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Doggystyle, Missionary Position, Dick Sucking, Ball Sucking and Licking, Ass Licking, Threesome, Girl on Girl, Foursome, Sixty-Nine, Dick Riding CHAPTER 1

The rush of being wanted is sweeter than blood to a serial killer. Who is her latest target? Is it Jean-Pierre Toussaint, the publishing house mogul? A secret sugar-daddy? Or is it the famous sculptor and architect, Cristo Alexakis-Caron, the most sought out Bachelor of the decade? I was going to kill both Blair and Marcus for this. I knew it had to be Blair because Helvig’s company owned The Wedding Papers magazine. Now this paper is something that even the general public could get their hands on to read. I understood the ridiculously tacky nature of the article would show anyone with half a brain how fake it was, but the world outside needs no confirmation for accuracy. Only drama.

Hello reader! I want to take this opportunity to thank you for getting this far into the story. I should have mentioned this in the beginning but it's never to late to do so, right? The book has four parts. We have already gotten through part 1: Helena's Contract and we have four more to follow. A brief overview: Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Part 3: The English Affair Part 4: Tainted Bloodline

Suddenly, my body was ready for more pleasure and I yearned to take him inside of me again. “Let me do you from behind, Mila…” Prince Leonard said with a hint of pleading in his tone. I found that so adorable about him and I had to admit that it turned me on even more than before. The thrill of being taken from behind from the prince entered my mind when I recalled our past mating experiences. Without knowing the reason, my body began burning hotter than before. The area on my shoulder, where the prince had bit me, began to throb and burn with heat. My heart raced as the prince helped me to get into position. I got onto my elbows and knees and readied myself for his entrance.