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Neville Campbell, a soon to be twenty-two-year-old man, is back home from backpacking in Europe when he learns that a mysterious wolf-hunter from a former rogue pack has killed his father. He's unsure of who he is, but he suspects infiltration in his own pack and is out for blood. One day, while shopping for necessities in a supermarket, he runs into Amelia Mune, a twenty-year-old woman unable to cope with inner turmoil in her life, as she needs money to pay for her mom's medical treatment. Neville loves how she looks from the get-go and is attracted to her, so he offers her a contract to be his secretary to manage his father's estate and act as a housekeeper when he's gone for international business meetings. The pack finds out about Neville's new love interest and Jean advises him to stay away from Amelia and not initiate her into a world full of chaos, lies, and political turmoil, but Neville has his own plans for his future.

After Dad cheated and divorced Mom, I did not choose Mom, who walked away with nothing. Instead, I chose Dad, who clearly favored his illegitimate son, Oliver Brooks. It was only because after their divorce, Mom's obsession with reconciliation romance novels got me killed twice. In my first life, Mom was so desperate for Dad's respect that she willingly gave up everything in the divorce just to take me with her. In the end, my heart condition flared up, and without money for treatment, I died in agony on that hospital bed. In my second life, I went against Mom's wishes and asked Dad for the surgery money upfront. However, Mom was hell-bent on pushing Dad onto a so-called redemption path, forced me to go bungee jumping the day before my surgery. Dad tried to stop me from jumping, but he was speeding and ended up in a fatal car crash. Mom blamed everything on me. With pure hatred in her eyes, she shoved me off that cliff. "Useless piece of trash! Not only can't you help me win your father back, but you got him killed too. You might as well die with him!" That moment made everything crystal clear: Mom never actually loved me. She just saw me as a tool to get Dad back. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom demanded a divorce from Dad, for the third time.

In the fifth year of loving Gabriel, he inherited his late brother’s title as Vampire Lord— along with his brother’s widow, Chloe, the former Blood Queen, and, by blood and law, my kin-by-covenant. Every time he returned from her chambers, Gabriel would hold me gently and whisper, “Isabella, Chloe is only my Chosen Consort. Once she carries and delivers the Scion of the Blazetooth Coven, I will bind myself to you through a Blood Bond.” He said it was the only condition his family demanded for him to ascend as Vampire Lord. During the six months after we returned to Blazetooth Coven, he answer her summons a hundred times. At first, once a month. Then once a week. And eventually, every single night. On the hundredth night I stayed awake waiting for him, Chloe finally conceived. The news arrived together with another announcement— Gabriel and Chloe would soon be bound by Blood. My son looked up at me, confused and innocent. “Mom… didn’t they say Dad would form a Blood Bond with the Blood Queen he loves? Why hasn’t he come to take us home yet?” “Because,” I said softly, brushing my hand through his hair, “the Blood Queen he loves was never your mother.” “But that’s all right,” I added. “I’ll take you home. Our own home.” What Gabriel never realized was this— as the only daughter of a reigning Vampire King, I had never cared for the title of Blood Queen of Blazetooth Coven at all.

BLURB “Little Pirate, surprise!” Enzo , looked at her with a devilish smile “We all know you are aware that you suck so how about you do us all a favor and go to hell?” Julian took a big bite from his apple before hauling it at Raven’s head. Raven ducked and caught the apple with a swift motion. “For an incoming Alpha, your throwing skills suck.” Then she turned to Enzo. “You guys might have all the beauty the moon goddess had to bestow but you are lacking in the brain department so how about you send my regards to the devil as you burn for eternity?”

Three Packs. Three Powerful Alphas. One Mate. What happens when three great Alphas discovered that not only were they mated to one Being but he also happens not to belong in their Realm. What was the Goddess thinking that she had to let this happen or she knew she's hands-tight just as the clueless Alphas since the Goddess only Son is about becoming the Luna to Three different Alphas. ***** I know guys, I suck at writing blurb, just go read if you're interested. ***** ** Mature Content. To break this down... The following story will contain erotic situations between consenting adults. So, not for children.

"I'm sorry, Daddy..." The massive length shoved in and out of me from behind. A heavy hand slammed against my ass with a brutal crack, and my hair was yanked back, forcing my head up. "Suck it." My mouth was stuffed over and over again, cum dripping from the corners of my lips. "I was wrong, I was wrong, Master..." ******** My name is Aiden, and I'm a college freshman. I have three roommates: the quiet and shy Jovian, the playboy Ethan, and my secret crush—the cold and aloof Chris. I used to be their roommate; now I am their sex slave.

"Suck my nipples now! Disobey me and face the consequences!" Mr. Evidence, known as the condom CEO ordered as Rose ran out of words. She knew she was indeed helpless. "Even on his sick bed, he still wants to satisfy his sexual urge? Gosh!" Said David as he shook his head in disbelief. The name of the man on the sick bed was Mr. Evidence. A young billionaire of 25 years of age whose identity was popularly known to be called the condom CEO. He own a huge condom company which favoured only women in the terms of job opportunities. He had the opportunity to live the kind of lifestyle he ever wanted but something happened!!!

Her marriage is sexless, cold, and full of humiliation. She stays in the suck marriage to collect her billionaire husband's money for build her own business, and plan her freedom. While he rides his mistress in their bed many times, she quietly turns his wealth into her weapon. Years later, the wife everyone mocked becomes the world's first female trillionaire. When her bankrupt ex-husband kneels before her, willing to lick her dirt just to have her back, she smiles from her bathtub filled with money and says, "Ex-husband, I'm going to marry the second richest man in the world."

At the New Year's Eve dinner, my mom suddenly assigns some rules to me and my siblings. She claims that those who don't fit the criteria aren't allowed to eat at the table. Rule number one: One must have spent at least 50% of their time keeping Mom company at home last year. Rule number two: One must have gone shopping with Mom all the time. Rule number three: One must keep giving Mom allowance. But it appears that I, the oldest sibling, am the only one who doesn't meet the requirements. My little sister, Chelsea Cage, begins acting coquettish immediately. "All Cassidy cares about is her business, unlike me, Mom! I care about you!" Meanwhile, my younger brother, Cameron Cage, lectures me with a frown, "What's the point of you being able to earn more money than average people? No matter how good a breadwinner you are, the fact that you don't care about Mom completely nullifies it!" My mom tells my siblings to sit around her happily. Then, she criticizes me in a sarcastic tone. "As parents, when we become old, what we need is our children's company, not cold hard cash." I'm pissed off, to say the least. I'm the breadwinner of this family, and yet these freeloaders get to put on airs in front of me. The reason why I don't go shopping with my mom is that she's never satisfied with whatever gifts I've picked out for her during the times I did go out with her. That's why I gave her money straight away. I didn't give my mom any allowance at all because all the money is regularly deposited into the supplementary card, which she has. Since my long-term efforts are worth nothing compared to my siblings' sweet talk, I suppose I can quit being the ATM of this family.

My mom is a famous perfumer who's well-known in town. But her perfumes are charged per session. One session costs 200 thousand dollars. She only takes in ten customers per month, too. Those who have used the perfumes my mom has concocted will be enveloped by the perfumes' unique fragrance that leaves an unforgettable impression on those who have smelled it. In fact, the fragrance is capable of covering up the customers' body odor, no matter how strong it is. One session will leave the customers with enough fragrance that lasts for a month. Countless celebrities and rich women specifically travel to this town just to frequent my mom's business. Everyone sings praises about my mom, claiming that she's the mistress of all fragrances who's here to bless humanity with her gift. But I know that my mom isn't as amazing as everyone thinks she is. The only reason why her business is booming like this is all thanks to the "thing" that she keeps locked up in that room…