Not Cool Dudes

She is keeping their child hidden from him.He is unsure. Until Jason returns home after selling his business for a cool billion and discovers Jane there with a baby, The is unaware that one night of passion with his stepsister resulted in the birth of a son. His initial reaction was anger that another man had touched her. After one particularly steamy night, she left their relationship. They had been luring each other for years, and it had lived up to all of his fantasies. She was unable to break the taboo, so he threw himself back into his job in an effort to forget her. However, he noticed something was off when he turned to look at her infant son.If it meant saving her son, Jane was okay with the possibility that she may never return home. But after hearing that her mother and stepfather had split up, she began to consider giving her son a grandparent.If she had known that her stepbrother was there, she would never have returned. But after being discovered, she was terrible at pretending, and then the worst thing that could have possibly happened did. Jason understood it? Then Jason caught up to her and made her pay.

“It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose to feel the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. What about the big mansions? Situated right beside the lone empty road. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing the beauty of taking a night walk; "who would have thought, this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!" Emilia Vilia-Rosario was dragged into rivalry and a revenge war between,The Pedro's and her family. She was tricked into signing a contracted marriage proposal to Mariano Douglas Pedro, the billionaire heir to Pedro's Fortune.

"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now." I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior. "One night," I told myself, "just one night." But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did. By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut. The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city. And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

Mortani Bartolome is a lovely, small, but cool woman. She doesn't care if it's a guy or a woman; if they collide on her road without a settlement, her fist will be the judge. Even her boyfriend's lover, Clyde Louis Contreras, CEO of a well-known corporation and grandson of a billionaire, is vulnerable to her toxic hands. Will her fist help her if she realizes she is destined to marry the person she despises the most? And this guy is none other than the man who became her ex-boyfriend's lover. Is there anything she can do to avert this disaster? Or will she fall in love with a Clyde Contreras instead of avoiding him?

“Part your legs and show me what I own, wife,” Ethan commanded, the phone still connected to his ears. The way he said ‘wife’ sent a sensual thrill chasing down my spine. He said it like it was a personal fantasy of his—the filthiest pleasure he could imagine. And I knew Asher was on the line, listening to this. Listening to US. I obeyed, parting my legs just enough for the cool air to brush against my skin. I felt the power roll off Ethan, the waves of desire as if controlling me, and Asher aroused a different side of his dominance. With my heightened wolf senses, I picked up the faintest grunt and growl from the phone, and my body responded, my core throbbing with need. The misery of wanting a fated mate and chosen mate, both at once, of wanting something so badly even though I knew it was wrong and debauched and compelling. —— When Sage Laurent was sold into the marriage with Alpha Ethan Blackwood, little did she know that she’d found her fated mate. But it was not Ethan Blackwood. It was Asher Knight, Alpha Ethan’s Beta, and soon Sage realised that the Moon Goddess had put her in a very precarious position. What happens when she is drawn to both of them? Sage never imagined that the most perilous thing she would face wasn’t the dangers of the pack—but the risk of falling for them both.

The night I find out I'm pregnant, my family's villa suddenly goes up in flames. I endure the suffocating smoke and run the risk of being disfigured as I run to my son's bedroom. However, it's empty. Just then, I hear his excited exclamations outside the window. "Monica, you look so cool when putting out fires! I bet you'll get first place in this upcoming Firefighter Challenge!" I'm about to head downstairs to lecture him when a wall collapses and crushes me. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I hear my stern, stoic husband praise Monica Sloan for her courage. If I'm guessing correctly, my husband and son have started this fire to please her. I stare at the door, which is so close and yet so far. I send out one final text before dying of asphyxiation.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Amara asked, her voice shaking. "I've never done anything to you." Where power, passion, and painful memories collide, Amara Denz never imagined the same man who made her life a living hell at Lyons College would be her ruthless, charismatic boss. Now CEO of a thriving tech empire, CEO Leo reigns with cool efficiency—but beneath his shining exterior blazes an undeniable, forbidden desire for the very woman he once tormented. Amara Denz is desperate. Desperate to find employment to pay for the mounting bills, desperate to bury the pain of her abused past, and desperate to preserve her shattered pride in a company where every glance from Leo sends unspoken tension her way. Torn between old wounds and an incendiary attraction that she cannot deny or manage, Amara must navigate a landscape of office politics and personal demons. “Work hard, be loyal, and maybe you’ll earn my respect,” Leo declares with a provocative smile during their first meeting. But as the day unfolds, every accidental brush, every lingering look, transforms the mundane into a battlefield of raw emotion and sensual challenge. Set against the high-stakes halls of Baze, this scorching dual-perspective story of redemption and revenge tracks two individuals whose entwined destinies compel them to confront a past defined by brutality—and a present filled with desire. Can Leo demonstrate that he's reformed, or will the wounds of their past continue to keep them apart? And will Amara's need to transcend her past enable her to gamble everything on a second chance at love?

Lovers of dark romance/Mafia Erotica gather here! 🔞 Allison is a 21-year-old girl whose father abandoned their family years ago, leaving her to shoulder the burden of caring for her sick mother and twin siblings. She works multiple manual jobs, including as a cleaner at one of the city's most luxurious hotels, determined to make ends meet for her family. Her life takes an unexpected turn on a fateful day when she crosses paths with Clyde Butch. Clyde, a mysterious and powerful man, is in the city for business and staying at the hotel where Allison works. While cleaning his suite, Allison, sweaty and exhausted, decides to cool off in his bathtub, thinking no one would catch her. But Clyde does. Instead of anger, her bold yet innocent actions intrigue him. Seeing an opportunity, Clyde manipulates the situation to draw her into his life. He hides his true identity and makes her fall for him. But as Allison is swept into Clyde's dangerous world of bloodshed, gangs, and crime, she faces a harsh reality. Can she survive in his world of secrets and violence? Or will it break her completely?