Mischief Madness

THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS _From sharing his bed to sharing his heart_ SYNOPSIS/BLURB "I thought so too. You don't remember the safe word." Jaxon had a tone of mischief in his voice. His Hazel Green eyes burned her down to her soul. Roxanne kept moving backwards till her back was against the wall. "Please, I don't want to do this." She begs. Jaxon is already very much aroused and the beast in his groin begs for release. Her begging only turns him on more. So innocent! Roxanne knows she can't do anything now, so she decides to give in to him. "Now that's what I want to see. Less struggle, more obedience. You're now my Pet. " Now get on your knees." Jaxon orders. Roxanne, a 24-year-old gymnast with heavy financial burdens, steps into the world of Club D'Lux, as an exotic pole dancer. Her first performance sparks a connection with Jaxon Hearst, the owner. When a fan gets too close, Jaxon helps her , revealing his true identity and making a shocking proposal as he's drawn to her beautiful and subtle nature. The hunger to possess her burns inside of him. He offers Roxanne a risky deal; become his mistress, and he'll take care of her financial worries and cover her father's medical bills. But as she enters Jaxon's life, shedding his layers, she discovers his dark secrets and desires that push her boundaries. As they engage in this consuming relationship, Roxanne finds herself trapped between her desire for Jaxon and her fear of his control. Can she tame his wild heart, or will their passion leave her in ruins?

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

My daughter was violated and killed, yet her death was ruled a suicide. After seven failed appeals, I kidnapped the chief prosecutor’s daughter. I tied the chief prosecutor’s daughter to an autopsy table and publicly addressed the prosecutor’s office in a live stream. “I performed the autopsy myself. My daughter didn’t kill herself. She was murdered. “I’ll give you seven chances. Release the actual evidence and name the murderer publicly. Each time a chance runs out, I’ll remove one of her body parts.” The chief prosecutor and his wife knelt on the floor. They begged me desperately to spare their daughter. “The evidence proves your daughter took her own life. Stop this madness now and let my daughter go. She’s innocent.” Viewers in the live stream called me insane. They said I had lost my mind with grief and was taking it out on an innocent person. I ignored their contempt. With a sneer, I picked up a scalpel and pressed it against the judge’s daughter’s abdomen. “The clock is ticking. Hurry up and reveal the true murderer now.” I knew perfectly well the real murderer was watching the stream at that very moment.

Eleanor Bella Starr is Black and You magazine's lead writer. After being threatened by her egocentric boss to either get something interesting enough to wow him, or take a tumble in his sheets, Eleanor hightails it to Orlando, Lake Creek. Lake Creek, home of the internet's weirdest stories. DESCRIPTION: STAY OUT! SAVE YOURSELF! How do you keep a writer away from that? Moreso, one as inquisitive as Eleanor. The mysteries begin the minute she arrives. The deeper she goes, the loopier it becomes. She is in a world of madness of the mind, death and bloodshed. She brought herself in.... But she can't get out. She hears things she can't fathom, sees things that are mind boggling and becomes something that definitely wasn't in her plans. Plans? There are no plans anymore. Plans can't exist in a world like this. Kill or be killed. Will the hunter become the hunted? Or will the hunter laugh last? Strangely enough, love blooms. She falls right into Andreas. Literally. Ever heard of the term, soul mates? How do you realize someone is yours, only after his mouth has been assaulted by someone else's, in your presence? In what world is that fair?!

"If you want a divorce, sabihin mo lang, and I will give it to you." "Tapos ano? Mawawalan ako ng karapatan sa bahay natin na milyun-milyon ang kontribusyon ko? 'Di na lang, uy! Magtiis tayo sa isa't-isa, sa hirap at ginhawa, araw at gabi, magpakailan-kailanman. Amen!" Hope Ryker Lee, the ultimate prankster, is set to marry Elisse Garcia, an heiress with a temper hotter than the sun and social skills colder than Antarctica. Hope wanted a partner as fun and lively as he is, but Elisse is introverted, snarky, and definitely not interested in playing along with Hope's high-energy antics. For Elisse, the marriage is purely a means to secure her inheritance. So, her master plan? Marry Hope, take over the company, and then kick him out of her life. Simple, right? Not quite. There's a catch: whoever calls it quits first loses their claim to their multi-million house. When Hope discovers her scheme, the real fun begins. Hilarious and heated war of pranks, sabotage, and emotional showdowns turn their home into an epic battlefield. Can they survive the chaos, or will they stumble into love amidst the madness? Get ready for a rollercoaster of laughs, schemes, and surprising twists in this comedic clash of opposites!

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

He slid his hands to my lower back, pressing me to his solid chest. “Do you have any mark on your body?” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my ear. My heart thudded—not only from his nearness, but from his question. I still didn’t know what the mark meant. “No,” I lied. **** The night Emily Harpar is meant to shift, grief swallows her wolf, leaving behind only a faint crescent mark burned into her skin. Raised and mistreated in the kitchens of a powerful beta family, Emily loses everything—her mother, her dignity, and the mate who rejects her. Branded disgraced, she is sold into slavery… and claimed by the most dangerous ruler of all. Damian Stone, the feared Lycan King, is dying. Poisoned and sustained by a heart transplant, his human soul lies dormant while his ruthless lycan spirit, Malric, controls his body. With only three full moons before madness consumes him, Malric must find the Luna Healer marked by a crescent moon. Time is running out, and the mate he can’t resist is hiding the very mark that could save him. If the truth is discovered, she will be killed. If he chooses her, he will lose everything.

“Agapi (love)” purrs a voice, a rich velvety voice as hot breath hits against my ear, sending shivers down my core making me whimper. “Words Principessa (Princess)” comes another soft yet firm smack to my ass. “Please” I whimper. My need for them growing. “Please what?” asks another. “What is it that you want? Say it Neonata (Baby Girl)” commands the dominating voice in the group. “Take me! I can’t bare it any longer” I cry. Tears threatening to fall from behind the blindfold. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asks one of the voices, as I suddenly hear the smirk behind it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella Moretti has always been a Princess. That is until her father seeks the help from four powerful men. Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony are these men. Not only are they powerful but also leading men of the Mafia, each dominating within the office, streets, and bedroom. From wanting what they want to sharing just about everything. Wanted by many, Isabella has no choice but to marry not 1 but 4 of these powerful men, each offering pleasure in ways she could only dream of. But with 2 other families after her, can Isabella survive the madness? Or does acknowledging one’s deepest desires prove to be much, forever ruined by these notorious men?

“Let’s play a game, little stepsister,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he stepped even closer to me, leaving no space between our bodies. “If you win, I’ll do as you wish and let you go.” His lips were inches away from my face. I was afraid that my heart would beat right out of my chest because this was wrong…all of it was. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you want!” A wicked smirk curved his lips as he whispered, “Fine. I’ll shove my hand down your panties, and if you aren’t wet for me, you can go. Sounds fair?” My heart skipped a beat. Because I lost this game before it even started. *** After her father’s death, Filomena Averette’s life turned upside down because she was now forced to live with her estranged mother and her new husband, the Alpha of the Black Dawn Pack. Her stepbrother, the notorious Jude Trevelyan, was also a part of the package, and Filomena discovered what true hell was like after moving in with them. Jude was known for being a playboy. The fact that he hated her for reasons she didn’t understand didn’t make things easier for her. But this soon turned into a dark, explosive attraction when Jude started looking at her as more than just an annoying stepsister, and when he marked her as his own, that was when things really started to fall apart. Filomena found herself in the middle of a conspiracy that could cost her life, and meanwhile, there was Jude. Sexy. Forbidden. Wicked. Playing games that could ruin everything. What happened when the line between love and hate started to really blur? How will their story end?

Vanessa Valencia a 17 years old girl whose eyes is full of life, a heart full of magic, a mischief prankster, a cupid matchmaker who make a win-win situation for herself, but one conversation with her friends makes her have a mission, MISSION to find a perfect man for her mom, who's been single for too long when Vanessa realized her been a cupid matchmaker, she never played hitching game on her mother. what if Vanessa decides to find her mother a partner? a soulmate?. "But Vanessa dude, that was a successful hitch," Aden fist bump Vanessa while having a bite of pizza that they got as a treat from the person Vanessa played cupid on. "Enjoying yourself kids?" Alisa asked. "Yep, Mrs valencia" Kova nodded his head in yes. "Glad, when I'm off to bed, have a goodnight," Alisa greeted and began to walk upstairs in towards the bedroom. "Damn nessa, no offense, your mom still has it" Aden commented while sipping his drink. "Aden really," Vanessa said rolling her eyes. "What? can't a man be honest," Aden dramatically placed a hand on his heart. "But nessa, I don't understand, You been a hitcher or cupid matchmaker, still your mom is single WHY?" "What WHY?" Vanessa questioned while trying to copy Aden. "Aden's right," Kova agreed. "Come on girl, USE YOUR BLESSING ON YOUR MOM AND HITCH HERR," Aden whispered standing up and pointing at Vanessa. "Now that's dramatic Aden". But Aden's words did put Vanessa in deep thought, ADEN IS RIGHT, HITCH HER, YES, Vanessa thought. ................................. Will Vanessa be able to find her mother a perfect man or not? Join Vanessa's journey in 18 to 80, to know what happens. {The above cover doesn't belong to me, credit to the owner)