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Heads up! This story includes mature themes, strong language, and steamy scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, sending waves of shock down my spine. “After promising me a hot fuck, you decided to ditch me, huh Clara?” a low, male voice murmured into my hair as his hands slid down, palms flattening against my stomach, pulling me flush against a hard, solid body. I wanted to push him away, probably punch him in the face also but I'm Clara. He thinks I'm her and I have to be her. I took a deep breath, a wide smile on my face as I turned in his arms, finally looking at him. To my surprise, he was handsome, dark hair, strong jawline and I could see the confidence in his eyes. He knew Clara...maybe intimately. "I thought she has Jeremy, does she just fuck around now", I thought. “I got held up, I'm sorry,” I managed, forcing Clara’s sly smile onto my face, praying it looked convincing. “Uh-huh,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t care. His hand came up, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You owe me, Clara. Big time.” ****************************************** Jenna has always had the perfect life, Her mate, Damon...the Alpha of the pack who accepted her, a pack that wanted her as their Luna..... Until it was stripped off her on the coronation night. Just minutes to the coronation time, she wakes up in Clara's body (Her mate's sister) Now she's trapped...replaced and forgotten while someone takes her crown, her mate and her position as the Luna of the pack. She must solve that mystery while living Clara's messed up life.

Elena Quinn built her reputation exposing powerful men who believed money could bury the truth. Her latest investigation leads her to The Velvet Exchange, a secret auction where billionaires buy thirty nights of absolute obedience from carefully selected women. Rumor says the Exchange is protected by a mysterious billionaire whose name appears nowhere in public records. Men who cross him disappear. Others are found broken. Determined to uncover the truth, Elena takes the most dangerous step of her career. She enters the auction herself as Lot Seven. But the moment the bidding ends, her plan shatters. Because the man who bought her is the one person she never expected to see again. It's none other than Soren Vale. The billionaire she destroyed ten years ago

NOT EDITED *•••••*Ara is an omega in her pack. When her future alpha jerk throws a ceremony and invites other alphas, her life changes. Now, in her new pack, she's finally met her mate. But things are a bit complicated when her mate has a specific time to go on shut down mode. Ara can't understand what's happening to her mate, and it's stressing her out.*•••••* Warning: 1)This isn't a cliche werewolf story. 2)It's my work. Don't steal it. I've got my eyes on y'all?? TO THE GOOD READER: THIS IS MY WORK...IF YOU SEE OR HAVE SEEN THIS STORY SOMEWHERE ELSE, PLEASE DO WELL TO INFORM ME? TO THE DING DONG WHO TRIES TO STEAL MY WORK:I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND RUIN YOU!

After a sex filled night with a beautiful, strange lady, Elvin is torn between eagerness to say goodbye to this lady, and the desire to have one more feel of last night when the government declares a lockdown. He finds himself trapped inside his home with her, and just like him, she also wants more experiences like last night, although, through a series of games.

Zoebella emerges from the fallout shelter, alone and unprepared for the ravished earth left behind after the downfall of society. Creatures that once belonged in fairytales now rule over the remnants of civilization's collapse, men who can shift into wolves at will instill fear into humankind's few remaining survivors. Zoe learns how to endure this new environment and its deceitful inhabitants through literal blood, sweat, and tears, two protectors aiding her throughout her journey. Yet, each male tempts her in their own unique way, leaving Zoe torn on which path to venture forward into the unknown, but she may not be able to outlast what the weather and fate still have in store for her. Can Zoebella outrun the monsters chasing her, or will she run straight into the arms of someone much worse?

Sacred. Holy. Devoted. The Garden of Eden. Thousands of fairies would use any sort of magic to protect the garden and the fittest of them all must hold the title of the Fairy Goddess. Bloodlust. Hunting. Feeding. Everything about the vampires who's been blending in with the humanity for thousands of years now. And to live for eternity, one must meet the serpent in the Garden of Eden. What would happen if the light world of fairies and the dark life of vampires collided due to mistake made by their new generations?

My wife and I were both liars. She lied to me 99 times. "I'll forget all about him, I swear." That man was her first love. She never did forget about him. I only lied to her one time. To get her to sign the divorce papers. Time came to the final day of the cooling-off period. Three hours before it was up, I packed up all my stuff and bought a flight ticket to another country. Two hours before it was up, I cut up all my photos that had her in it, leaving only myself. One hour before it was up, I placed the divorce papers on the table. When she saw the papers, they drove her mad.

Due to one phone call, Carl Lorde left me behind in a deserted area on the highway, even though I had been pregnant for four months. I walked to a rest area to ask for help, but in the end, I was unable to keep the baby. I broke down and called Carl, but he kept rejecting my calls. The next day, his childhood friend posted an intimate photo of them lying side by side in bed, with a caption. [With just one call, you’d come over to my side no matter what.] Everyone was waiting for me, Carl’s girlfriend, to make a joke of myself. However, I just wiped away my tears, liked the post, and commented, [Congratulations, you two are a match made in the trash dump. I hope you rot in hell together.]

The meeting was nearly over when the company's newest programmer projected a screenshot of a document bearing my name. "Mr. Stark, I'm reporting Lina for misappropriating company assets. She put her personal name on the company's core algorithm." Every head in the room turned toward me. I almost smiled. I had built that algorithm on my own years earlier and later lent it to the company. Misappropriation? The accusation was almost laughable. I expected it to collapse under its own weight. I did not expect my boyfriend, the CEO, to nod in agreement. "Lina, this was a collective effort in the end. Update the credit to the company's name after the meeting." I struggled to process what I was hearing. He had come to me in tears, begging to use that algorithm. He had built the entire company on it. I had trusted him completely, so I had never put a single word in writing. Now that trust had become the very thing he used against me. A chill settled in my chest. I picked up the USB drive and set it down hard on the table. "Fine. Change it yourselves." None of them knew I had filed for a patent the moment I finished the algorithm. Unauthorized use of someone else's patent was a serious offense. People went to prison for it.

The night before the annual gala, my wife promised me a big surprise. But the very next day, she publicly quintupled the marketing manager's bonus. To me, she just gave a curt nod and a half-hearted "keep up the good work". When I questioned her decision, she brushed it off casually. "You've racked up some impressive wins in court. I'll give you that, but let's be real. Without Kevin hyping you up, you'd never have hit top-tier status. Plus, what's mine is yours. Why nitpick over a bonus?" The room buzzed with anticipation of my explosion. But I held my tongue till the gala ended. The next morning, I marched into her office and slapped my resignation letter down on her desk. "Might as well tack my salary onto Kevin's. Consider it my wedding present to you." She erupted, branding me as narrow-minded and dooming me to the unemployment line. She conveniently overlooked my track record as a powerhouse attorney. For that alone, elite firms were lining up to recruit me.