Oscar Diaz

Four years ago, Jessie Monroe made the biggest mistake of her life— she fell into the arms of a stranger who felt like danger and desire wrapped into one. One night. One choice. One secret she never planned to reveal. Now she’s a hardworking single mother trying to rebuild her life… until she walks into Diaz Enterprises looking for a job and comes face-to-face with the man she never thought she’d see again. Dominic Diaz. Billionaire. Cold. Magnetic. Unforgettable. The moment his storm-gray eyes land on her, he freezes. He remembers her the girl he spent one wild night with… the girl he left sleeping in his hotel bed before dawn… the girl whose body and lips have haunted him for four long years. Jessie panics. She can’t let him get close. Not when she has a four-year-old son with his eyes… his smile… his DNA. Dominic wants answers. Jess wants distance. But fate wants chaos. Because Dominic Diaz is not a man who lets go and Jessie Monroe is running out of places to hide.

Azera Cordelia Ross thought her life had reached its maximum limit of misfortune, but it turned out that fate still had surprises in store. Yesterday she was a poor college student running away from a drunken father, and now she was a future Luna locked in the golden room of the Alpha, Oscar Donovan. The prophecy had come true. The herd rejoiced. The ceremony and the feast were ready. Only Era was lost in a question. Am I a werewolf?

Today happens to be Yvonne Ziegler's birthday. Yvonne is Shawn Jacobson's, my husband's, newly hired personal assistant. Shawn spares no expense in buying her a villa as a birthday present, and Yvonne haughtily takes to social media to show off on the day she moves in. "I'd like everyone to know that I'm married to a wealthy man now." Shawn comments on the post, saying, "Happy birthday, my beloved Yvonne!" In the picture, Shawn's hand rests intimately on Yvonne's slender waist, leaving no doubt about their intimate relationship. In that instant, the company's group chat erupts into a frenzy of notifications, as colleagues declare their envy of Yvonne and heap praise upon her for being young and accomplished. Oscar Jagger, my childhood friend, notices the picture and immediately tags me in the group chat. He then sends me a pointed, teasing message, saying, "Shawn's display of love is so glaring! Congrats on being cheated on, Leslie!" I manage a bitter, wry smile, taking my time to type out the response. "Do you need a villa as well, Oscar? I'm happy to give you a place—a much nicer one than Shawn's, of course."

After his first love died, Oscar hated me for ten years. I tried everything to soften him. Nothing worked. "If you really want to please me, go die." The words cut deep. But when the riot came, he threw himself in front of me and was hacked down where he stood. He stared at me as he bled out. "If only… my fated mate hadn't been you." At his funeral, his parents wept. "We should have let him be with Catherine. We forced him to marry her, all because of that damn prophecy." Windvale Pack lived by prophecy. Years ago, the Seer had foretold that if Oscar didn't take his fated mate as his bond-mate, disaster would fall on the pack. I was that fated mate. But now, everyone wished I never had been. Even me. I was driven from the funeral, hollow. Then the Moon Goddess descended. She offered me a chance—ten years back—on two conditions. I would not become Oscar's mate. I would prevent Catherine's death. I said yes without thinking.

Amber and Oscar are the next in line to be the queen and king of the dragon species. They are gifted an angel after their engagement. Oscar had the big rule of not accepting live gifts, while Amber fell down for her blue eyes and innocent smile. Weak angel, babies are being thrown out of heaven, the dragons of the earth couldn't take leaving the babies on their own, instead, they adopted them in, all of them are submissive, some are pets, some are littles, and others are just submissive, but one thing they all have in common is they are costly and rare to get by, before other supernatural or humans get to them. This story is a cgl story, contains mommy, daddy, bottle, and diapers, you've been warned. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes.

WARNING : Matured contents !!! 18+ This book contains a lot of steamy content. I suggest readers should be at least 18+ to read. "I'll never be your plaything," my voice cuts through the tension. "Your father's debt was paid with your life. You belong to me now," he declares, grabbing me by the arm. ________________________ Enzo Saviano, a formidable Italian mobster abducts Gabriella Diaz as payment for the debt of her father who is desperate to settle his gambling debt. For Enzo she is just like every other girl he has slept with, a easy f*ck or is she?

Phuture Diaz is a Divine Goddess, but she is transmigrated into a slave during a separate timeline! In a nation known as Union Greenland, her soul is now in another powerful woman named Celie Ward's vessel. Both women are strong spiritual beings, but Phuture is weakened after transmigration with little memory of her past life! She is a prodigy in the world of spirituality and elemental techniques and mastering any technique she can think of in seconds. Follow her journey to finding answers on how to return home, she will be challenged by multiple supernatural fantasy demons, vampires, ghost, and more!

Nikola Hernando, the ruthless Mafia King, is as the Devil. Marilyn Diaz is known as an Angel. When their fathers force them into an arranged marriage to unite two powerful mafia families, Marilyn expects a monster. But as secrets unfold, she discovers that even the Devil was once an Angel.

Recently Oscar awarded actress Lorraine Acker and legendary singer Sebastian Phoenix fall into an addicting runaway excavation filled with escape plans from the media, a lot of laughter, and sex. But things start crashing down when the feelings turn hard and they no more can hide it from the prying eyes of the media, hence falling into a deep loop of scandals that threatens to destroy their careers. How are they going to tackle the whole world along with sorting their own feelings? They don't honestly know.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife, Lucy Sloan, asks me to perform a striptease in place of a nightclub host, Oscar Reilly, who loses a dare. She says, "Oscar is too timid. You do it for him!" The crowd erupts in cheers. "Lucy is so generous to let her own husband entertain us!" "I hear Garrett has eight-pack abs! Looks like we are in for a treat." As I listen to the crude remarks around me, I finally break down. In a trembling voice, I say, "Lucy, let's get a divorce..." A glass of red wine splashes straight onto my face. Lucy chuckles mockingly. "The Mueller family has already gone bankrupt. Where could you possibly go without me?" But this time, I am truly exhausted.