My First Reading Library Usborne Novels & Stories

A queer wild girl pursues the wife of a rich man's son until all she wants iS her. Bisila is employed in the james mansion where she starts wooing their daughter in law

Allen just wants to feel love, but as an Omega, she never feels true love. Her parents basically hate her, and all the other Alphas just want her for a one-night stand. Because according to society, Omegas are not worth becoming anyone's mate; they are only good in bed. So what happens when she meets a pure-blood Alpha? Sebestian, a name that makes everyone scared, usually doesn't trust anyone because of his past, and he also has a limited number of friends. But what happens when he meets the most beautiful and innocent omega? Will he take a risk again and protect his omega at any cost?  

What happens if you immediately fall in love with someone you don’t really know and then find out that they are on their way to becoming a famous rock star ? Can a relationship work under these circumstances ? Are Jayden and Josephine right for this ? The chaos of love begins here… Because TJ, the rebellious rocker, will also play an important role for Josephine !

Eleni Dakis can't seem to catch a break. Her deadbeat father kills himself leaving her in debt, and her mother who hates her, abondons her to the mercy of the sadistic Makris brothers. She flees to New York hoping for a fresh start but it's a case of, from the frying pan into the fire, as she falls into the hands of the Romano family. Niccolo Romano is handsome, ruthless, brutal and deadly and now has his eye on Eleni. As her past threatens her future, will Niccolo be the protector she desperately needs? or her undoing? Trigger Warning: It's a Mafia story so expect some violence, bad language, and assault, but I promise not to overdo it.

"I'm not scared I'm just shocked." I tried to reassure him. He stared at me, studying me. Trying to see if there were any lies hanging in my words. He must've not expected this kind of reaction out of me. "Come closer then," he suddenly asked. "W-what? Why?" "If you say that you're not scared you shouldn't have any trouble with approaching me." I looked at him suspiciously. Was this a trap? Would he completely devour me? I didn't have any problem with approaching him but I never know what kind of actions he might do. "You're not gonna eat me alive aren't you?" He chuckled a little bit showing me that damn sexy smirk again. "Come and find out." Amaya Wilson is a twenty-five-year-old librarian. Her life will forever change when she meets an old book laying on her bed. She will soon learn that her destiny is to be the chosen one and to protect the small notebook in order to take the power it holds for herself before the wrong hands take possession of it instead. Damon Cullen is a fallen vampire whose destiny is to be the protector of the sacred book. He's gone through generations of chosen ones without breaking his facade. However, what happens when it's Amaya's turn to be the chosen one. Will he let his feeling get the best of him or will he keep his professional facade?

Claire Cassia is an orphan struggling through the hurdles of life to protect her few loved ones left and reach her longtime dreams , when the dream is finally coming to pass she's torn between choosing her dream or love .will Claire not regret the sacrifices she has to make to rise to the highest ectasy of her dream ?

Haziya's marriage to Shabir has just been a year. The long-awaited pregnancy had to be cured due to a miscarriage. Shabir drove Haziya back to her mother's house. A piece of Haziya's heart was cracked. In-law and brother-in-law who are not friendly, always manage their domestic life with Shabir further straining their relationship. Not to mention the fact that Shabir is having an affair with another woman. The presence of Zaweel, a handsome man who offers to become a lawyer, helps him to be free and separate from Shabir. However, the seeds of love exist between Haziya and Zaweel. Haziya's past doesn't make their relationship easy, because they get rejected by the Zaweel family. Can Haziya start a new life full of happiness or continue to embrace the endless wounds? Read on, don't forget to subscribe, okay? Thank you

Felicia Eviana, a girl with a sweet face and a smart mind, must experience the feeling of being put down by junior level. Only because they know she is one year older than them but still taking the same courses. “Her ID Card is old but how come she's still taking this course? It must be stupid until she repeat it.” It was a sentence she often heard and she was lazy to explain, let alone respond. Jayden Jordan, a handsome man in Felicia's class, they even joined the same thesis project team. The man who had been watching Felicia from afar. Shitty but smart man. Ansel Bastian, ex-boyfriend of Felicia who is now a laboratory assistant at the campus laboratory since graduating. For the sake of being able to continue to see his ex and hope to get back together again as before. Harumi Haida, a student with glasses and nothing special. Join the thesis project with Jayden and Felicia. The type who wants to immediately graduate and complete research ahead of her teammates. Selfish and cunning. How is the story of Felicia spending her final semester on campus after returning from leave? Was her relationship with Jayden just a partner or something more? Also, will she return to Ansel who she secretly loves?

“That’s it, little sister,” he rasped against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Soak your stepbrother’s fingers like the dirty, naughty girl you are.” Two thick fingers plunged deep into my dripping core without warning, stretching me, claiming me, pumping hard and fast. I whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the moan that threatened to betray us. “Be a good girl and stay silent…” he rumbled low in my ear, “or everyone in this library will know exactly how desperate you are to be fucked by me.” ~~~~ One reckless, drunken night. One masked stranger who set her body on fire with sin and secrets. No names. Just raw heat, tangled limbs, and forbidden pleasure. The next morning, still throbbing from the memory, Miyara walks into class only to freeze. The man commanding the lecture hall is no stranger. He’s Caden Cross, her stepbrother. The one who vanished six years ago, leaving her with a childhood crush she never quite buried. Her one-night stand. Now he’s back. Older. Darker. Her professor. The stepbrother she once ached for has returned with one purpose: to take her, ruin her, and break her completely, until she’s nothing but his. As buried secrets surface and outsiders conspire to tear them apart, Miyara must decide: fight the pull of the forbidden… or surrender to the man who’s always owned her heart and now wants every filthy, shattered piece of her. Will they burn together in the ashes of their taboo desire, consequences be damned? Or will the world force them apart before she can beg for more? ️ Warning: This story contains explicit sex scenes, stalking, non-con/dub-con acts, coercion and manipulation. Kindly proceed with caution

During a road trip with my girlfriend, we accidentally collided with a limousine. Just as we were joking about having to pay an outrageous sum in compensation, the owner stepped out of the car. He greeted us warmly, asked if we were hurt, and even insisted we didn't need to pay a dime. But that simple gesture sparked a huge misunderstanding in my girlfriend's mind. At the proposal ceremony, she flat-out rejected me, ran to the restroom, and called her best friend to vent. "They're both Vanders, but Josh is a penniless loser, and Alexander is the richest man in the city! "The fortune teller said my true love's surname is Vander. If that's the case, why can't it be the richest man instead of Josh? "I looked it up. That car owner is Alexander. And he didn't even want me to pay for rear-ending him. He must have fallen in love with me at first sight! "In love, there's no such thing as first come, first served. I won't accept Josh's proposal. I'm going to marry the richest man!" A shiver ran through me. My years of devotion to her had moved only me. What she didn't know was that the 'richest man' she was dreaming of marrying wasn't anyone else—he was my father.