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You rejected me, I fvck your daddy. - A naked man and I were entangled like two snakes in a large damp bed. The man had a face sculpted by God himself. His every eyelash was kissed by the moon goddess. He's stunningly handsome. "Oh, my little Kitty, stop seducing me. You can't afford to do that. I will fvck you until you break." As I held my legs around the man's neck, the heat passed from my skin to his, and success set fire to his eyes. I brushed my wet hair and cheek against his palm, "Please... Please... Help me..." "How do you want me to help you? Eat your breast? Or eat your pvssy?" "Yes-" "Then, as you wish. From now on, you will be deprived of the power to say STOP until I'm satisfied." - Crystal regrets it. She shouldn't have seduced her mate's father, Alpha Arthur, after she was rejected by her mate. What should she do when pregnant with her mate's father's baby? She's 18. She's not ready to be a mom. Poverty makes her skinny and only 4' 9", and she has to endure hunger while working. What if her baby is born a genetically defective omega like her? Should Crystal ask her baby's father for help? What happens if Alpha Arthur's gentle exterior hides a greedy and controlling Lycan? After being imprisoned and aborted, will Crystal accept his atonement again? - Recommend my other books: 9 Mates!Possess Their Mute Slave She Rejected The Lycan king Pregnant And Broken: Alpha's Rejected Slave Mate

I had been dating Andy Lawson for five years. He had gone bankrupt, and during the worst of it, we had to sleep in parks and scavenge leftovers for food. After a hundred days of that life, I was just going to the blackmarket to sell some blood for money when someone sent me a video. [Surprise.] It was a livestream site, set up for rich kids to prank the common folk—and a video of me was pinned to the top. My finger trembling, I tapped on it and saw myself hidden in a corner of a park, munching on leftovers to nourish my frail body. On the split video, Andy was reclining against the armchair of a five-star hotel and savoring his gourmet menu. "Oh, this is amazing! All Andy has to do is say that he's sick, and she's selling her blood for him!" "On the sixteenth prank, she fell into the ocean… And on the fifteenth, she was sent flying in a car crash! Why is she so hard to kill?" "Well, Andy already made it clear that if she survives until the end, he will marry her and swear off women!" "One month to go! Will she die from the pranks, or marry into the Lawson family with pomp and circumstance?" "I'm betting fifty mil that she dies tragically! Hahaha!"

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

[WARNING: THIS BOOK IS EXTREMELY DARK] - "Hello there, blonde!" A voice drawled, carrying the same disturbing charm that always sent chills down her spine. Scarlet gasped and her eyes widened in absolute terror to find herself staring at the face that haunted her nightmares. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she desperately prayed this was all some twisted dream, that she had died on the operating table rather than wake up to face this monster again. His piercing gaze troubled her soul as it always did. It was after all, a constant reminder of the profound torment he'd inflicted on her that night. "Oh, you're no longer a blonde?" he mused mockingly, lifting one hand to brush the shortened strands of her hair. Scarlet flinched. The hate rolling off him filled her with a sense of immense dread that sparked an internal plea for salvation. She tried to flee but he pounced with lightning speed, effortlessly pinning her beneath him. "Virginity restoration?" He sneered down at her. "You really want to deceive your poor fiancé like this? Make him think he's getting something pure and untouched?" The words hit their marks. Scarlett's mind reeled with horrible thoughts and crushing doubt. "I bet you thought changing your hair would help you hide your shame, didn't you?" The sarcasm in his voice twisted into something darker and more menacing as his expression morphed into the same angry sneer he'd worn on that terrible day he destroyed her life. His other hand seized her chin in a bruising grip, forcing her to meet his cold stare. "Look at me!" He growled. "What's the point of getting all stitched back up if you're still going to be thinking about me every second!"

As Jonathan leaned in to drink blood from my neck, a surge of both pleasure and tingling sensation coursed through my veins. I could feel the connection between us deepening with every drop he took. He paused momentarily, his lips still pressed against my neck, and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, my love, there's something intoxicating about your blood. It carries a sweetness that sets my senses on fire." I chuckled softly; the sound laced with a mix of excitement and affection. "Oh, is that so? Well, I'm glad to know this. Consider it my gift to you, an elixir of love and devotion." He resumed his gentle feeding, his eyes never leaving mine as he savoured each drop. "It's more than just a gift, Mia. It's a reminder of our deep connection, an intimate bond that transcends the ordinary. Drinking your blood is an act of trust and surrender, a symbol of our eternal love." I sighed with utter contentment, my fingers caressing his cheek. "And with each sip you take, I feel a sense of unity, a merging of our souls. It's as if we're sharing a part of ourselves, intertwining our very essence in this moment." *** This is the story of a woman who fell in love with a mysterious man. He hurt her, insulted her, and did everything he could to keep her away from him because he was too dangerous for her, but he didn't know the strength of true love. He thought she was just an ordinary girl, but her hidden supernatural powers astounded him. Join Jonathan and Mia on their paranormal journey, which is full of secrets, true love, and suffering.

"Basically, I, Jones Jackson begged to hug you and we fell asleep on my bed?" "Yes, that's exactly what it is," she maintained. "Did we...? Did you..?" His brows furrowed as his mind flashed him a thousand scenarios of what could have gone wrong. "Did I what?" "Ah, never mind, I could never with you." He shook the vague thoughts away, he didn't like her one bit so attaining that level of intimacy was implausible even under the influence of alcohol. Like she could hear his thoughts, she reflected them, "oh, that could never happen, boss, you're not my type of man. If it's okay, can I leave now?" This diminutive girl always found a way to hurt the Almighty Jackson's ego. ~~~ Maria needs an urgent way to get to the top of her career, and Jackson needs a wife to get out of trouble. These two adopt a means of using each other for their specific purposes, till their contract becomes more than they ever bargained for.

Xavier Blackwood is the man every girl at my college dreams about at night, myself included, but I'd never let anyone know that. Standing at 6'8 with steel grey eyes, he's a walking dream, but he's also a world-renowned jerk. Who would have thought that one night, after dragging myself home after doing double shifts at the diner, I'd be jumped by three men...only to have Xavier come to my rescue. Oh yes, Xavier bloody Blackwood saved my life...but the thing I saw, the CREATURE that ripped those men to shreds wasn't the Xavier everyone knows. He wasn't human... He was a wolf, a demon, a creature from myths, and it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen until he attacked me too and knocked me out. Humans that learn about the existence of werewolves have to die. ...There are NO exceptions. The Werewolf Xavier saved me, but now I am condemned to death To make things worse, both Xavier and Axel claim I am their mate ...this can't be good.

“Dominic—” I breathed, trying to push him away, but he was stronger. His arms closed around me like a vise, and before I could stop him, his mouth found the curve of my neck. Soft. Demanding. Devastating. I gasped, the fight bleeding out of me as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear, sending molten shivers down my spine. “Don’t fight me, Selene,” he murmured against my skin. “You don’t have to fight me.” My hands trembled where they clutched his shirt. Oh God, Oh God. *** When Selene walks in on her husband cheating with the woman she once called her best friend, her world shatters. One reckless night leads her into the arms of a mysterious stranger—only to discover he’s Dominic Lancaster, her ex-husband’s powerful and ruthless older brother. Dominic has his own reasons for seeking revenge against his younger brother, and he makes Selene a bold offer: marry him, give him an heir, and together, they’ll destroy the man who wronged them both. But as the lines between their arrangement and real emotions begin to blur, Selene realizes she may have made a deal with the devil himself. And the biggest secret of all? She’s already carrying his child.

One lie changed everything. It forced her into the hands of a man she knows nothing about. A man is well known for his ruthlessness. Now she needs to think of a way to escape from his grasp. The question is, can anyone escape from the hands of Stephan Clifford Guzik? ••• “You brought this upon yourself Mariana, you shouldn't have done what you did back there. Now, you will stay here for the next three months till I send you back to your father. Your stay isn't for free either. You will serve me with your body.” “Oh, this is my fault now? Who used me in the first place?” She wanted to say, instead, she glared at him. “In your f*cking dreams!”

Hunter, Vampire, Witch, Werewolf. Mateo took a step back when he heard a beat. A loud beat coming from his heart. He gasped and lifted his right hand to his chest. He felt it! He felt his dead heart beating back alive! How long has it been? 500 decades? No. 1000 decades? No. It has been 2000 decades since he was born with a dead heart. A chuckle came out from his mouth and then he erupted into a burst of laughter with tears running down his face. Oh! How he waited for this day! It took him a few minutes to calm down before he looks up from the floor. He took a slow step towards the cold-eyed enchantress in front of him. The seductive figure was the one who had been busy slaughtering a few of his clans. He stopped in front of her and bent down to her ears. “Mates, you’re mine!”