My S Class Hunters

She was a hacker sought out by mafia gangs and Luca Santoro was finally able to get his hands on her where she worked as a hostess to cover up her hacker identity. “You're just a mere pawn in my game, Ash Vega.” “I am Astrid, no longer Ash Vega. Get it straight, Don Santro.” As they both went deeper and deeper into the darkness lurking, they developed a relationship they couldn't define. But she was good with codes, she could break the codes in his heart to define what they were. The more valuable an asset, the more it is sought for in the underground world. More giants rose in order to claim the valuable one Luca Santoro possesed. Will he be able to protect her?

It's my first time going on a trip with my boyfriend. I overhear him on the phone with his friend as they discuss how he's going to deflower me. "Grayson, you should be able to have your way with Summer this time, right?" "Don't even talk about that. She's so conservative—I've said and done everything, yet she refuses to budge!" I lower my hand instead of knocking on the door. I stand outside the room and listen as he continues. "Come off it. We've given you so many ideas in the group chat, haven't we? Have none of them worked? And didn't you guys get a room yesterday? You should've just brought sedatives. Think about how easy it would've been if you could've just knocked her out!" Grayson Hale snaps, "I forgot, alright? Besides, who would've known there'd be two beds in the room? She insisted on sleeping separately, too. I sneaked onto her bed in the middle of the night when I saw she was asleep. She woke up just as I was about to take off her clothes and kicked me off!" My blood runs cold. My hands tremble as I reply to my boss' message. "I accept headquarter's decision to transfer me."

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

They say betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the one you love. Larissa learned that the hard way. One slip of the tongue. Four deadly words. “It was an accident.” In a moment of blind trust, Larissa took the fall for a crime she didn’t commit—believing her fiancé would fix it. Instead, he turned his back on her and watched her get locked away. Now out on parole and drowning in shame, Larissa’s last chance at justice comes from the last man she should trust—his brother. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. Everything about him screams don’t play his game. But he wants revenge just as much as she does. And he has a plan that starts with one forbidden rule: Marry me, and we ruin him together. Trusting a Patterson destroyed her once. Trusting another might cost her more than just her freedom. But this time, Larissa isn’t playing to survive—she’s playing to win. Because love is messy. Loyalty is dead. And revenge? That’s the most forbidden game of all.

The moment I opened the door, I never imagined that my fiancé would be in bed with my best friend, both of them wearing nothing. I went absolutely crazy and charged toward them, wanting nothing more than to kill the two of them. But my fiancé shoved me to the floor and, turning it around, blamed me instead. "Rosalind," he sneered, "if you hadn't been so self-righteous and refused to sleep with me, I wouldn't have cheated!" Fine. Since he no longer wanted me, I married his older brother. On the day of the wedding, I smiled at him and said, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

“Of course, I love you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire as I looked into Gabriel’s intense gray eyes. “But you need to be careful. We can’t let my brother find out.” He pressed me firmly against the wall, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m always careful, my little doll,” he murmured, his voice raw with need. “But right now, this man” he pointed at his hard member “needs to be inside that sweet pu**y of yours.” With a swift, passionate movement, he lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, his deepening as he circled his tongue all over my mouth. Ava Morales returns to Switzerland, haunted by her tragic past. But Gabriel Pierce, her brother’s energetic billionaire best friend, offers her an unexpected escape. As she begins to let go of the darkness and revenge she carried, their deepening connection seems like a new beginning. However, just as Ava believes she has found her haven, a shocking truth about Gabriel threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew. Can she handle the weight of his secrets, or will the revelations destroy her forever?

“Uggh!” She groaned as he slammed her on the wall and pinned one hand above her head while the other squeezed ever so gently at her neck. He was so close that their breaths mingled together.  “Stop playing with fire, little pet, lest you get burned.” He growled, and she squirmed, not out of fear but because the heat had begun to pool between her legs.  She knew that she should stop, but she didn’t want to lose to him. “What if I want to get burned?” She said before she stuck out her tongue and licked his lower lip slowly.  He groaned. “We can’t do this. You’re my goddaughter.”  She smirked. “That makes it even more exciting.”  ••••••••• Aurora Reed, daughter to a single father who was a billionaire, has always acted out. She was a firecracker who tried her best to make trouble everywhere she went. After getting arrested, she suddenly finds herself thrust into the hands of her godfather, Frederick Peterson, to get disciplined.  As someone who has always loved her freedom, she refuses, but she doesn’t have a choice.  Worst of all, she has had a secret crush on him since she was young, but she never acted on it because he was already taken.  Frederick is a mafia lord who is very big on everything in his control, so when his best friend asks him to help tame his bratty daughter, he agrees.  It’s going to be very easy.  Except it isn’t.  When he finds himself being drawn to the firecracker he was meant to tame, everything goes out of control.  Both of them find their worlds entangled in a game of lust, forbidden love, brutality, manipulation, betrayal and unending darkness. PS: New chapters are updated daily.

What do you do when your jerk boyfriend leaks your sex tape and everyone expects you to hide in shame? Here’s what I do: I tell the old creep trying to buy me to fuck off, get myself thrown out, and fly across the country to my best friend’s mansion to figure out my next move. What I DON’T expect is to walk in on Knox Reid—my best friend’s ex-military billionaire father—stroking his cock to my viral sex tape. I should be horrified. Humiliated. Instead, I’m soaking wet and completely mesmerized. And for the first time since my life exploded, I feel powerful. He catches me staring. Doesn’t stop. Keeps stroking, harder, faster, his dark eyes locked on mine until he comes all over himself. That forbidden moment changes everything. Spending the holidays at Knox’s mansion was supposed to be my escape—a place to hide while the scandal blows over. Instead, it becomes my rebellion. Now I want him fucking me everywhere, against the frosted windows, on his desk, in front of the fire while my best friend party’s outside. I want to feel alive again, and Knox makes me burn in all the best ways. But he’s my best friend’s estranged father trying to fix their relationship. And I’m trying to rebuild my shattered life, not destroy it again. We should stop, but we can’t. He’s forbidden. He’s mine. And he’s all I want for the holidays…and maybe for the rest of my life.

“Applologize to daddy….” Dante muttered softly into her ear and Elena quivered her pussy waiting to be filled by his cock. “I am sorry for being a bad girl Daddy... Please take me.” she cried sexually frustrated. After bumping into a stranger unapologetically and flaring up instead of apologizing, Elena meets with the consequences of her action a week after the resumption. Their physiology teacher has just been changed and Elema being the class representative was assigned to submit some paperwork to the new professor, not only did she barge in to meet him wanking off, he turned out to be the man she had unapologetically humiliated the other day at the mall he sent her out of his office promising to make her pay in all ways possible. He makes her pay for her action by offering her a C instead of the usual A and the only way to change his mind is to sleep with him, after one sexual action, both professor and student have neglected the rules by drenching themselves in the taboo act unable to resist the sexual desire that existed between them. With so many obstacles hoping to rip them apart what becomes of them when Elena finds out that there is more to Dante than being just a professor.

On the day we decided to get a divorce, I saw Miranda’s account book while I was packing up my stuff. Aside from our daily expenses, Miranda had also set up a scoring sheet for me. Miranda had taken notes of all the things I had done ever since we started dating. Some of them were such miniscule things that even I had forgotten. She took note of them all with a red pen, and she scored them by either awarding me points or deducting them. However, the further down the sheet, the more points were deducted. In the end, I saw Miranda add one line in black ink. [He’s no longer the Henry Jones who used to love me: -100]