Moaning Mess

“Be a good girl for me and come fucking closer.” Alfred’s voice was husky, and angry. It made me dizzy with sinful lust. I gulped as I obediently closed the distance between us. He inched even closer and I felt my breath hitch when his hands found my thighs and I was hosteled up, back plastered against a wall in an instant. “Who am I?” “My- my husband.” I whispered, mouth quivering. His fingers tangled in my hair, a kiss against my arched throat. “That’s right. You belong to me, and not my fucking idiotic brother. I own everything– your body, your heart and your soul. They’re all mine.” ~~~~ Bella had her life mapped out. Go to med school, graduate, make enough money to get her father and brother a better life, and fall in love. Her plans were destroyed when she found out she had been promised to a Mafia Don as a collateral for a debt. Alfred Winston was someone no sane person wanted to mess with– he was ruthless, filthily rich and very powerful; he wields authority like second nature. How is life as the wife of a Mafia’s Don going to be for Bella? It sure as hell won’t be a bump free ride when Alfred’s younger brother– Damien, was smoking hot and hell bent on heating Bella’s curvy body up with that smoke, and let’s not forget the amount of dangers lurking at every damn corner, ready to consume Bella at the slightest opportunity.

Athena had always avoided being involved with dangerous people. She lived her life simple as a pole dancer even though she had a brother who was a gangster. Her whole life turned into a mess in one night when her brother and his gang were sent to kill someone and they got her involved forcing her that she would distract the person to make easy for them to kill the person. What happens when she realises that she wasn't distracting a human but a powerful ruthless being? What happens she actually made a deal with the devil? *He suddenly appeared very close to me and placed me between his arms that were now balanced on the door. He was so large, towering over me and I felt so small, praying to disappear because my brain was malfunctioning due to the extreme proximity we were sharing. Leaning his face close to mine and making sure that our noses touched, his olive green eyes shifted into dark crimson wolf like eyes that sent cold to freeze my spine. "Because you are my mate and you are mine." He whispered, merging his voice with his wolf's.*

One look. One kiss. And a scandal. That was all it took for her well planned life to take a drastic turn. Vivienne Reynolds has spent almost a decade of her life in the shadows with only three things on her agenda. Taking care of her mom Staying out of the spotlight and avoiding the cameras Never trusting anyone But one night was all it required for her life to be upended and become entangled with Hollywood royalty and heartthrob; Liam Pryce. At first glance, Vivienne knew that this man was going to be trouble because he came with everything she solely avoided. The good looks, fat bank account and worst of all; the cameras. A part of Vivi wanted to trust him because he rekindled that part that sent her pulse racing with every glance and sinful touch. However, the other part of her—the part that has been burnt and scarred because she had trusted the wrong people warned her against it. It had been what got her into this mess in the first place. In the battle between caution and chemistry, Vivienne will have to choose between risking everything for the man who is determined to never let her go and letting the scars of her past dictate her future. N/B: Reader's discretion is highly advised.

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

Isabella Campbell is a seemingly nice, down-to-earth junior administrative officer for L and C Investments. But at night, she is Belle, the sexy stripper who knows how to have fun and live life. Everything goes well till her boss, Richard, gets fired and is replaced with the world's most arrogant man. There's more at stake than just her job. Her arrogant boss is also sinfully attractive. Claude does not have the time nor the patience for the mess that was L and C investments. He returns from France to take up a job way below his level just because he wants to prove to his father he was worth it, that he could turn water into wine. Claude plans to revamp the company from its grave and he would remove any obstacle in his way if that was what it took. With Isabelle’s day job on the line, what will happen when she realizes she has fallen in love with the same man that would ruin her life?

Archer has always wanted what he can’t have—Quinn Dawson. Since the moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she can fill. Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess it would create if Archer made a move on his best friend’s baby sister. It was supposed to be one night, but one night is all it takes to make everything more complicated, and they only have nine short months to sort it all out. No, none of it mattered. Until it did.

(My fiancé cheated on me, so I made a plan to get back at him by cheating with his father) “Who do you belong to, baby girl? Me or Finn?” He buried his face between her legs. “You! I… belong to you… Daddy!” Maisie cried out ecstatically. “Ugh… so good.” He grunted. “You look so… good when… I touch you, Pet!” Becoming the submissive pet of her father-in-law was her twisted plan to get revenge on her fiancé, Finn, for cheating on her. She had vowed, "I'll fuck his father as much as I want for what he did to me. Then, I'll marry Finn, make him watch me fuck his father, and divorce him." It was a clear plan, one meant to mess with both Finn and his father. But she had no idea that this would spark an unending obsession from Rafael Caruso—her father-in-law, a secret mafia don, a man nobody dared to cross. "I was never a part of your silly games, baby girl," Rafael growled, his voice dripping with authority. "I wanted you even before Finn. You are my submissive pet. You signed the damn contract, and you will do as I fucking say." He gripped her hand, pinning her to the wall. "I will keep you as long as I want, for as the contract stands. You belong to me! There's no escape!”

Hope Carter is a quiet, good-natured journalist who lives with her sister, Julie. They have lived together and alone for many years, Hope always does her best to help her sister. Her life is turned upside down when she has the opportunity to interview one of the country's biggest criminals, Castiel Reed. But, something goes wrong, and she finds herself in a big mess, she will have to be the person she never thought she would be to protect her lovely sister tooth and nail.

"What do you mean we got married?" I asked him my voice raising a bit. "I don't like repeating myself but all I know is that we are in this mess because of you." he glared at me as his hands were balled up into fists. "Look Mister I don't know what you are talking about but I came here to audition as a runaway bride so stop with this nonsense." It all started with trying to get a job and ended with her getting married. When rushing to get at auditions for a runaway bride Alexandria finds herself at the wrong address but at the right time

At my wedding, a video of my fiancé cheating was exposed. I didn't make a scene; just turned around and walked away, left him to clean up the mess himself. I went back to my room and kissed my younger boyfriend. We were halfway through when we got interrupted. My fiancé stormed in, face red with shame and rage. "Is this really the time? All you can think about is kissing?" I smacked my lips, still savoring the moment. "Weren't you the one who introduced us?"