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My childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment I graduated proposed to Camille Willow, my sister, during my graduation ceremony. At that moment, Dennis Malcolm, the most eligible and admired bachelor in Blington City's elite circle, stepped forward and confessed his love for me immediately after my childhood sweetheart's proposal was accepted. For five years after our marriage, Dennis showered me with devotion, treating me with such tenderness that it felt as though I were the center of his world. But everything shattered the day I overheard a conversation between him and his close friend. "Dennis, now that Camille's on top, are you really going to keep pretending with Tracy?" "It doesn't matter. I'll never have Camille. Besides, as long as I'm here, she'll never disrupt Camille's happiness," he answered. The paper notes he held dear, each one carefully preserved, revealed a harsh truth. Each one carried her name, accompanied by heartfelt wishes: "May Camille be released from her burdens. May she find peace within herself." "May Camille achieve all she dreams of, and may her heart love freely." "Camille, we were never meant to be together in this life. I can only hope that in another, we will walk side by side." … Five years of devotion shattered in a single moment of clarity. I crafted a false identity and planned an elaborate drowning to vanish without a trace. From this day forward, in this life and all others, we shall never cross paths again.

"They say enemies are the best in bed. Let's see if that's true." ~Amanda, after witnessing a murder, was placed by the police department in the Witness Protection Program. It would have sounded good, yes, until she found out she was staying inside a mansion filled with vampires and owned by a vampire master with enigmatic eyes...Genre: Vampire-Romance, Mystery, EroticStatus: CompleteAll Rights ReservedJMFelic Books 2020

I gasped, My heart raced as I read the title: Divorce agreement. "Ethan… why?” My voice cracked, tears welled up in my eyes. "I knew things hadn't been going well between us but I think we can still work things out." "It's too late," he whispered, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion. "Celine is back." He blurted out and my heart leaped to my throat as the name sent a chill into my heart. ********************************************* Sonia has put in her best to make her marriage work with her cold and distant, husband, Ethan Adamson whose heart still belongs to his ex-fiancee. She was happy when she found out that she was pregnant, thinking that she would finally succeed in gaining her husband's love when she break the news to him but little did she know that her husband had another plan for her. She planned to surprise her husband with the news on the night of their anniversary but her husband came back home and threw a divorce paper at her, stating that his ex is back. She was shattered and heartbroken. She is aware of the fact that he didn't love her but she wasn't expecting him to throw away their three years together because of his ex who cheated on him. Five years later, she resurfaced as a renowned business owner and came to London with her son for a short business trip but Ethan would go to heaven and hell to get her back into his arms. Would she accept him back?

Rosaline and William had never met, but their families are good friends and have arranged their engagement. One evening Rosaline and William crossed paths in a bar. “My name is Alexia. You can call me Lexi,” said Rosaline to the stranger. William retorted, “I’m Alexander. Call me Alex”. As Lexi and Alex fall in love, Rosaline and William try their best to get their families to stop the arranged marriage. When they finally succeed, they discover who they are.

Michael is the alpha of the Red River pack; his cruelty and contempt towards the woman he is meant to love and protect are vile. Will the woman survive? Can they rebuild the rest of their lives, or will his cruelty forever break their minds, bodies, and souls? Nicole was his chosen mate. She knew and experienced firsthand the depths of his depravity. Young, naive, and innocent, she fell victim to his manipulations, only to be discarded when he had no more use for her. To truly know someone, you have to know where they came from; my name is Layla, they are my parents, and this is our story. It never ceased to amaze me how the moon goddess allowed someone like my father to exist. How could she stand by and let one man ruin so many lives, and yet she constantly challenges the rest of us with so much loss and sorrow? I rose above every obstacle put in my path. I have loved, lost, and suffered at the hands of others, and yet I'm still here. I overcame my struggles tougher, stronger, and more determined to build a better life for my people, pack, and family. And I did; we finally made it. I stare at the people in the room. They came into my life when I needed them the most; they are my family, and I love them all.

Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their prostitutes and servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell to the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree" "yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the prostitute of the Prince" Another one said. ~~~ The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the other Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. They would be treated as prostitutes, Raped, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YET Mature content!!!

"It's nothing," "Show me." Egon sounded angry, "Take it off." He ordered, "Take everything off," "W-what?" I panicked, "No!" "Do it yourself, or I'll do it for you." *** Portia is a defective werewolf who is stuck working as a maid in the pack house, where she is often abused. She neither has the money nor the resources to escape, but her world further collapses when she meets her Lycan mate.

My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

They fell in love young. They married young. She devoted her youth and her whole life to him, making him the centre of her world. But what did she get in return? Betrayal, heartbreak, and divorce papers. He had promised her the world; he had sworn to love and cherish her till death did them apart, yet he was the one who fell out of love first. He was the one who threw her aside like trash when he found someone new. His perfect new lover, the one who was promised to him for years,. He was the one who said, “Let’s get divorced. I don’t want you anymore.” After surrounding himself with wealth, fame, and success, he walked away from her without looking back. He forgot all the promises he made to her; he forgot all the pain and heartbreak he gave her. However, she did not. She remembered every single pain, betrayal, and heartbreak he caused her, making her swear to revenge on the day she was thrown away with those divorce papers. Now that God has finally answered her prayers, she's back in his life after five years, but not as his lovesick, devoted wife. She's back as the powerful Morin Heiress who wants to destroy him and have him under her mercy. Rayan Allen had everything in his life—look, money, fame, or success—name it all. He had everything under his feet except one thing. Her. The woman he failed to cherish and regretted letting go five years ago. Now that she’s back in his life with her little silly game of revenge, he's going to do everything in his power to make her his again. Anthea Morin was, is, and will be his forever, and he was going to make sure of that.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He groans against my core entrance, the vibrations shooting straight inside me, writhing my entire body in the flames of mindless pleasure. I cry out a moan when I feel him thrust two fingers into my slick entrance. His fingers curl inside me, rubbing against that sweet spot inside me in tune with the assaulting mind-blowing rhythm of his tongue swirling and flicking around my clit. My hips rock against his pleasuring mouth and fingers, my hands mindlessly threading through his hair and tugging as I moan out his name in pleasure. His fingers slides out of my entrance only to drive back in, pumping in and out with incredible slickful thrusts. A burning sensation begins to grow inside me, building up and locking in with the mindless pleasure of his fingers driving in and out of me.... Book 2.... "I am going to fuck you like I hate you.” He growls. “It's going to be hard and fast and raw until you beg me for more. And I won't hold back. I'll keep fucking you even after that.” I bite my lip, feeling a flush of lust spread across my cheeks at his words. His hard cock is rubbing against my pussy, and I can't wait for him to fulfill that promise, for his cock to be buried inside me with pleasure. Before I can say anything, his hands are on me again as his lips lock with mine. This kiss is different from before—it is raw, desperate, and demanding. His hands slide down my back, gripping my hips and lifting me off the floor. My legs wrap around him, and he positions himself between my thighs, his cock thick and ready. I gasp in pleasure when he slams into me in one hard thrust....