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"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"...

Arabelle, a timid girl. Once became friends with the quiet guy who was avoided by every student in their school because of his dangerous demeanor which she failed to notice., As they grew up he became her only friend. And lover. He had such strong feelings for her that he became possible but Arabelle never complained. She loved him as much as he did. Their feelings developed as new hurdles came across them. Their life was interesting as they saw each other grow through the different times of their life. But their love never changed.

Hurt, wounded and mared, Fiona Johnson is born. Her identity changed, her kind heartedness learnt to be mean and she sealed off emotions until she succeeded in avenging her parents death and getting back her inheritance. Kindness is weakness,she thought. Now she believed in giving to the world what it forced her to swallow. Pain and betrayals have a way of turning the meekest of men to be brutal, it's simply survival. This is the story of Fiona Johnson who used to be Isabella Manor. The story of her weakness to her strength and the triumph of bringing her enemies down on their kneels.

🔞 WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18! “I gave him everything,” Naya whispered, staring at the papers in her hand. The divorce papers she never saw coming. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. Now, it was rage. Across the room, Chloe smirked, her hand resting on Daniel’s shoulder. “You should’ve seen this coming, Naya. You were never enough for him.”

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.

Tiffie, the gorgeous social media influencer broke up with her famous vocalist of Utopia, Jake Cooper. Her world shattered. In order to mend her broken heart, she visited her vacation house in Las Casas de Amore. There, she met the handsome stranger, Bobby, who caught her with his broad shoulders. It happened that they had the same situation. Broken-hearted and in the healing phase. Bobby promised her that he will help her to forget her ex. Is it true that Bobby can love her? Both of them will just playing each other feelings in the long way. What will happen if one day Jake cooper will come back to take her back? Who is she going to choose? The one who got a way or the one who promised to love her.

"You're a little rag doll, aren't you? You want to be tossed around, you want me to use you anyway I see fit. Because you know. . . you fucking know. . . " He thrusts so hard, pain stabs my stomach. "You're my favorite toy." **************************************************************************************** They say bad boys don't fall in love. It's even worse when said bad boy is the head of the LA mafia group. Ash Thunder is a debonair stud with multi billion dollars in his coffers from his many businesses. He's got his sights set on Alicia, a demure Latino with the face of an angel and the body of a stripper. At first, she's just someone to pass time with but he later finds he can't let go off her that easily. He's in pleasure land until someone's death drags him into the murky land of his past. He can't figure out what to do - if moving forward with Alicia will jeopardize hire safety. He tries, he really does try to protect her, but it comes at a steep cost. When someone takes up his identity and leaves a slew of dead bodies, he decides to fess up and find out, once and for all, who stands behind the mask. What he find isn't pretty. It could lead to Alicia’s death, or his. Probably both!

There is other life beyond earth. Jai was pushed into the river by his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend and thought that it was the time of his death. Miraculously, Jai survived, but he woke up in strange world with twin moons. At night, a spirit popped up in Jai’s dream and told him to kill White Dragon who was murdering people in the past. Not only that, Jai suddenly received the ability to control thunder. When Miria, the beauty girl from Letush who let him stayed in her house, suddenly became ill, Jai joined a tournament in Aeronvein Kingdom to win her cure. Can he win the tournament and get the medicine for her? How can Jai survive in his new world afterwards?

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

It was no secret that Lucas, the Alpha of the Redline Pack, had spent ten years pursuing me. He did so patiently and devotedly, never wavering, as if loving me were the only purpose he had in this life. But on the eve of our wedding, one conversation between Lucas and his friend struck me. "You have secretly dated Shane for a while now, but you will Mark Charlotte as your Mate instead?" His friend had asked. "How can the two be the same? How could Shane, a substitute, compare to Charlotte? I might consider keeping her if she behaves herself and doesn't make a scene. Don't worry, Charlotte won't mind," I heard Luca say confidently. But Shane has no intention of behaving. On the day for eh Marking, she stormed the Ritual grounds and pushed me hard making me fall of the center stage unto the grass. Lucas was by her side quickly to protect her not me. Shane had lost all reason from the heart break and had a shard of glass to her her neck. "Choose me or Charlotte right now!" She screamed and I saw Lucas descend into a panic. Shane must have gotten injured in the chaos because I could hear Lucas shouting to clear the way and let him pass, saying he needed to rush Charlotte to a hospital. But I was hurt as well, yet he did not care. "If anything happens to her, you will all pay the price," he had declared. Those words shattered my heart and was the beginning of the end. I now know what to do—booking a ticket and left him forever.