On Her Majesty's Secret Service

When Alpha Killian rejects his destined mate under the Blood Moon, humiliating her before the entire pack, she runs—heartbroken, powerless, and pregnant with his secret child. Years later, fate drags her back to the ruthless Alpha she once loved and hated. But this time, she’s not the weak girl he discarded… and Killian won’t let her go again, not when dark secrets, burning desire, and a bond stronger than pride pull them together.

Ellie’s memory loss caused by a car accident is the way for her to be especially close to Keeion Logan Ruiz, the only son of one of the most influential and respected man in society. Since Ellie can’t remember anything about her true identity, she agrees to stay with Keeion's mansion. In return for letting Ellie stay in Keeion’s house, she did not hesitate to accept the offer of the young man to be his personal assistant. But she did not expect that being his personal assistant would be the reason for her to fall in love with her boss. Even though she tried to control her feelings for billionaire boss, she still couldn't because Keeion also admitted that he is into her, too. She allowed herself to fall completely into the young man. Her billionaire boss’ passionate kiss will always be her weakness. Not until Ellie discovers the hidden secret of Keeion that pushes her to cut the connection between them. Why would she choose to continue what the two of them started if... Keeion Logan Ruiz is already married?

Meggie had always been a devoted daughter. She gave everything to her family—until they asked for the one thing she could never sacrifice. One week before her wedding, her parents demanded that she give up her fiancé, Steven, to her frail younger sister. The ten-year love she had built with blood and tears was expected to be offered as a “family sacrifice.” Meggie refused. But betrayal came from the one person she trusted most. Steven chose Olivia. Worse—he had been cheating. Shattered, humiliated, and stripped of everything, Meggie fled to a bar. One reckless mistake in a drunken haze led her into the arms of a mysterious stranger. A night meant to be forgotten left her with two things: one million dollars… and a child growing in her womb. Six years later. Nicholas is Meggie’s entire world—brilliant, handsome, and the reason she keeps breathing. But fate turns cruel once more. Her son is taken as collateral for a debt owed to a mafia organization, and Meggie must pay 170 million dollars to get him back—an impossible sum. Nicholas is sold on the black market. And the man who buys him… is Victor. The bartender who once shared her bed. A dangerous man. Ruthless. The tyrant who leads the largest mafia organization in the city. Now Meggie must save her son before Victor discovers the one secret that could destroy everything— Nicholas is his flesh and blood. Between a first love who betrayed her, a family who used her, and a mafia that shows no mercy… how high a price must Meggie pay to protect her child?

I leaned back limply, lamenting my destiny. "I'm sure Devan is flawed, really. don't you see? he is too Rigid. He's too mysterious. His face was pale, and it was strange. How can his wolf not realize I am his Mate?" I grumbled in protest. Astrid rolled her eyes lazily. "So you're going to keep Arley? Your relationship that you have been in for five years. But Arley not your Mate. come on daughter of Beta, don't break the rules or our Pack will throw you away until you are said to fail," Astrid gave a warning. How many times do I have to say? I love my Arley lover who treats me like a princess, Rather than chasing after a mysterious man like Devan, who was stiff, cold, and too creepy, and he doesn't realize I am his Mate, so I don't have to chase him; either? Are you sure that cruel man is a Lycan? "I asked doubtfully

Leo Moretti lives a life of obscene luxury and crushing isolation. Trapped in a marriage to the powerful, volatile Dominic Rossi, Leo exists as a beautiful ornament, polished for public view and bruised in private. His only constant is Silas Vance, his stoic, ex-military bodyguard – a silent sentinel against the world, and against Dominic's unpredictable rage. When a moment of shared vulnerability ignites a forbidden spark, Leo and Silas plunge into a desperate, secret affair. Their stolen moments are electric, a dangerous lifeline in Leo's gilded prison. But as their passion deepens, so does the risk. Dominic Rossi doesn't share what's his, and when he discovers his beautiful husband's betrayal with the man hired to protect him, the gilded cage becomes a deadly trap. Leo and Silas must fight not just for their love, but for their very lives.

Yongsann Lim is a female talent manager at a well-known entertainment company. She initially fell in love with Greel Gomez but ended up marrying Greel's brother, Grantt Gomez. Their arranged marriage complicated Yongsann's situation, especially since Grantt is one of the artists she manages. They pretended to have a manager-artist relationship, hiding a dark secret from everyone. Their married life is devoid of love and is at risk of falling apart due to misunderstandings and doubts, fueled by their past. Will Yongsann and Grantt find it in their hearts to truly love each other and summon the courage to reveal their genuine relationship to the world? What will happen when the public discovers the secret of a superstar and her manager?

Saat malam pertama pernikahan, Gala tiba-tiba berubah. Dia bukan lelaki manis yang Nara kenal. Dia terlihat begitu kaku dan tempramen. Tentu saja, Nara yang awalnya merasa akan segera hidup bahagia ternyata telah masuk ke dalam suatu kehidupan yang membingungkan. Terdapat banyak misteri di diri Gala. Apa kehadiran Gala ada hubungannya dengan masa lalu Nara? Lantas, bagaimana Nara menyelesaikan masalah dalam pernikahannya?

She doesn't remember getting married. Why? Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy? Who knows? Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated! All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out. Contractual terms: 1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you. 2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy. 3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply. 4. Sex is optional. 5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce. PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money. If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too. Because THIS isn't fair!

Her nipples pebbled instantly under thin silk,clit throbbing against soaked panties. He didn’t rise. He just watched her approach like prey, voice low and rough. “Kneel.” The command slammed into her cunt. Her knees buckled, hitting carpet hard. Slick dripped down her thighs; she trembled in needy. He smirked, filthy. “Already dripping for a stranger, desperate little slut.” She whimpered, hips twitching. Thick fingers gripped her chin, thumb shoving into her mouth. “Tell Daddy what this greedy pussy craves.” Her voice broke. “Please, Daddy, touch me. Fuck me raw. Stretch me on your thick cock. Use me like your filthy whore. I need you inside me now.” His eyes darkened. “Such a dirty mouth.” He fisted her hair, yanked her face to his straining bulge. She mouthed it desperately, inhaling musk and heat, tongue pressing through denim. He unzipped slowly. Heavy, veined cock sprang free, glistening tip leaking. “Open wide, baby.” She obeyed. He fed her the head, then deeper, thrusting until she gagged, drool spilling, eyes watering as she moaned around him. “Good girl. Choke on Dad's cock.” He pulled out, spun her, bent her over the couch arm. Skirt flipped up, panties ripped aside. “Fuck, look at this soaked, dripping cunt. Made for me.” Two thick fingers plunged in, curling hard. She screamed, walls clenching. Then his cock slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned into ecstasy; he fucked her mercilessly, hips slapping, hand on her throat, ass stinging from sharp slaps. “Who owns this pussy?” “You do, Daddy, please.” “Beg for my cum. Beg me to breed you.” “Please, fill me, breed me, pump me full.” He pulled out slow, watching his spend drip from her wrecked hole. Then softer, he kissed her forehead. “My perfect, filthy girl. Daddy’s just getting started.”

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?