Out Of Order

When Storm's whole family was murdered at a young age, she swore that she would avenge their deaths, every single one of the wolves involved, and see to it that they suffered as she did. In the years that follow, she transforms into an unstoppable hunter, with no one standing in her way until she finally finds one of the last on her list: the four pups. The Ridgewood boys are kings themselves, royals, and dangerous and they have mates. Storm's plan to infiltrate the boys, make them choose her, and make her their one and only mate starts to have cracks when she starts to find herself falling for the same men who watched her father being murdered and her life being torn apart. The boys are closer and closer to finding the real reason behind their strange connection and why it has intensified ever since the raven-haired wolf entered their life like a storm. Even after the deaths of their first chosen mates, the ones Storm killed to have the boys all to herself, they don't question the coincidences of events... until Storm starts to slip, her lies slipping out. Will the truth be so close that they will really find out who she is and why she is really in their lives? Will it be too late when storm realizes she can never destroy her lovers as they turn out to be her destined mates? Will true love prevail? **THE BOOK HAS GRAPHIC SEX SCENES, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR NOT INTO REVERSE HAREM** *i do not take full credit of the book cover as it's not originally mine

Lexus is a loving sister and daughter. She’s living happily with her family and with her lover. One day, in an unexpected time, her lover had an affair with another girl. When she found out, she made a decision to leave his side and left the country with someone she barely knew. Upon going back to the country, everything turned into chaos when she met her ex-lover and the man she spent her life with in other country came back. With her feelings interfering to her decision, how can Lexus handle this roller coaster situation and where those kaleidoscope of memories lead her?

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

Everyone is given a choice in life, but what about the one for whom the choice comes by itself - suddenly and without a chance of refusal? What to do when the road to a dream turns out to be covered in blood, and sometimes you yourself seem like a piece of meat? And what if the dream dies, leaving behind only a void? You can't become a warrior and never get killed. One cannot be a sorcerer without coming into contact with death. You can't train to be a healer without cutting living flesh. In this world, to be a guardian means to know cruelty, dirt and pain. But love will endure everything. Even those that are not able to withstand the mind.

My husband's true love and I are trapped when a fire breaks out. He's a firefighter—when he arrives on scene, he chooses to save her without hesitation. I barely make it out alive. Once I do, I demand a divorce. He doesn't understand why. He asks, "Why do you want to divorce me? Because I didn't save you first?" I angrily throw the divorce agreement in his face. "Yes, that's exactly why! Because you chose to save your old flame when she was further from you!"

In the month before my 20th birthday, Dad digs out the information on the oldest daughters of the four most prominent families in Jorvale and tells me to select one of them as my partner for our upcoming marriage alliance. I choose Grace Sutton without hesitation, which shocks everyone else. After all, everyone in Jorvale knows very well that Connor Foster, the sole heir of the Foster family, has always been crushing on Abigail Chandler since I was a kid. Only I know that I've gotten to marry Abigail in my previous life. But on the day after our grand wedding, Abigail told me that Louis Hayes, the low-income student Dad had been sponsoring, was the man she loved. She announced in public that she was only my wife in name, but she'd always be Louis' wife for real. But when Abigail tried to pick Louis up the next day, she found out that he had already disappeared after leaving a relationship-severance letter behind. Abigail was hell-bent on believing that I was the one who forced Louis to leave. Because of that, she treated me like her mortal enemy for the rest of her life. She went through a lover per week, and she'd always be intimate with them in front of me. All of those lovers resembled Louis one way or another. Finally, on the day Abigail officially took over Foster Group, I died in a car accident by "coincidence". Now that I've been reborn, I decide to marry another woman and avoid getting caught up in Abigail's affairs anymore. But once Abigail hears my decision, she goes absolutely berserk.

I loved him when he was poor. Then I disappeared. Now he’s a billionaire—and I work for him. He looks at me like I’m a mistake he never forgot. Cold. Untouchable. Unforgiving. He thinks I betrayed him for money. He doesn’t know I was paid to disappear to save his life. Every day, he punishes me with power. Every night, he protects me from enemies I can’t escape. I carry a truth that could destroy us both. And if he ever finds out why I really left… I don’t know if he’ll hate me forever— or never let me go again.

(A Nigerian-themed Romance) The mysterious and sudden death of her parents at age six puts Amarachi, a young Nigerian girl, at the mercy of her uncle and his cruel wife Lydia, who will stop at nothing to make Amarachi's life miserable as a result of a personal vendetta she holds against Amarachi's late mother. Born out of rape with a special gift in sewing, fate takes Amarachi on a journey to discover her roots and triumph against all odds as she encounters betrayal, pain and most importantly love admits people who are bent on ruining her life even if it means killing her. This is a beautiful Nigerian story that portrays the plights, self discovery and self determination of a young gifted girl who wants to succeed not withstanding the difficulties of life.

Warning VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. If you're not into raw, filthy BDSM, dominant alphas, submissive sluts, deep throat gagging or relentless multiple orgasms, then close this now. But if the thought of being used hard and without mercy makes your thighs clench… I dare you to keep reading. “On your knees, pet,” Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand. I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he’d trained me to be. The cold floor bit into my skin, but the sting only made me wetter. He stepped closer, unzipped slowly, and fed his thick, throbbing cock between my lips until I gagged—tears streaming, mascara running, just the way he liked. “Good girl,” he praised, fisting my hair and f**king my throat deeper. “You take it so well for a slut who begged me not to stop last time.” I whimpered around him, my pussy clenching emptily, already soaked and ready for whatever punishment came next. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us, and flipped me onto the table—wrists bound tight with his belt, legs spread wide. One brutal thrust and he was buried balls-deep in my ass, no warning, no mercy. I screamed. He laughed. And he didn’t stop until I was sobbing his name, coming hard around the invasion I craved. I’m his employee by day. His collared f**ktoy by night. If anyone at the office ever found out how I beg my boss to ruin me… I’d be fired. He’d be ruined. But when he owns every hole like this, how could I ever say no? Ready to watch her break and beg for more? Dive in… if you dare.

"Please don't hurt me..." Her voice was cracked and pleading. She was moving against me, giving me all sorts of sinful sensations. "Please, Dominic! You don't want to do this..." "Now, why would you think I wouldn't want that? Am I not good enough for you? Oh, now I understand. You want Logan to do it" "What are you talking about?" "You know damn well who I'm talking about" "Don't do this Dominic, please..." "Don't do what? You're afraid your Logan will find out about this. Don't worry, I won't tell him!" "Stop it, please!" "You want me to stop Rebecca? Will you tell him to stop too, or will you let him go on?"