Outer Banks: Dead Break

Sahara Andrada was forced to marry the famous and admired CEO of Valderrama Group of Companies, Gabriel Valderrama, to save their falling company. She admits that he's the hottest and the most gorgeous man she had ever laid her eyes on but she loathed him for being a womanizer. For her, being married to him was a curse but she had no other choice. She needs to marry him to save her family's reputation. However, she will never give herself up that easy on him. After their wedding, she ask him to make a contract. He was confused, yet amazed by what she wants. Still, he agreed. Her rules include the no-falling-in-love policy and the one who breaks it will surely pay. Can she stand the rules she made? Or will she soon break it when love finally comes her way?

“I want you, Lyra. Since the day I saw you at that bastard’s place, I’ve wanted you. It might have taken me a long time to realize it, but let me be a part of your life…” He struggled for a moment, “…and this baby. Our baby.” ************************************* Lyra Lockwood, former princess and the last of her kind, had unknowingly connived with her mate to kill her parents, only to end up rejected. Six years later, the Wolf King visits her pack, sees her, and demands she participate in his Luna choosing game—a game where one woman emerges as his Luna. But for years, all the women who participated have died. For years, rumors swirled that the Wolf King was the one killing them. For years, Raphael had not seen a woman like Lyra—someone who captured both him and his wolf from the moment they laid eyes on her. To Lyra, he was her master now, one she had to serve, just as she had served Edmund, her ex-mate. To Raphael, he wanted to know every inch of her—every scar, every line. Would Lyra accept him into her life after everything she’s been through? And could Raphael wait for her through it all? Find out.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

Caroline Matthews has three rules of friendship with Maverick Thompson, her best friend since third grade: One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Three: Never fall in love with each other. She's already broken two of them. For three years, Caroline has been in love with Maverick, hiding her feelings while watching him date other girls, break up, and come crying to her every single time. She's the best friend. The safe one. The girl who's always there but never seen. When they both get into Kalewood University, Caroline decides it's time. New beginning, fresh start, perfect moment to finally confess her feelings and break the third rule. Then Riley shows up, Maverick's ex-girlfriend, the one who broke his heart, the girl he never got over and ruins everything with a single kiss. Harry, who is Maverick’s estranged older stepbrother from the family, a campus legend, and the frontman of the hottest band, is dangerous, damaged, and exactly the kind of guy Caroline has spent her entire life avoiding. Harry has a proposition: fake date him to make his ex and obsessive fans back off, and maybe, just maybe, make Maverick realize what he's been missing all along.

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign. This time, I did not resist. He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul. "Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone." I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless. "No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

"Fuck me like you've never fucked any woman , daddy!!I want your cock!“ I moaned throatily, thrashing wildly in ecstasy as Alex fingered my clit right left and center.Slapping my ass cheeks and breasts soundly. "I hope you'll keep saying that ,you slut when I slam my ten inch cock into your hole !" He whispered hoarsely into my cunt and slurped my feminine juices with his devastatingly hot tongue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wild night. A stranger’s touch. A signature she can’t remember. When Chiara Hayes wakes up in an unfamiliar penthouse, aching, ringed, and legally bound to Alexander Carrington — the enigmatic billionaire with a scandalous past — she realizes her hangover is the least of her problems. Once accused of two brutal crimes, Alex has rebuilt his empire and his name from ashes. He doesn’t need love. He needs a wife — on paper, at least. One year of marriage, that’s the deal. All Chiara has to do is play along: smile at the cameras, endure his icy family, and help him close the deal of a lifetime. In exchange, he’ll protect her from the mess her life has become. But what begins as a business arrangement turns into something dangerously real. Desire blurs the line between truth and lies, and every kiss pulls her deeper into a web of secrets. When old memories resurface — ones that tie her to the Carrington empire and a tragedy buried for years — Chiara must face a chilling question: Can she trust the man she’s married to… or did she just fall in love with her family’s killer?

A hot billionaire with secrets and the sexy reporter from hell, bent on unravelling them. When the chemistry ignites between them, all is at risk of burning down. Mahi was one step away from unravelling the mysterious secrets about the hot Billionaire banker Kartik who has insulted her on live TV and Mahi was about to get her revenge, fair & square. But before she could dig up his dirty secrets and broadcast it to the whole world, the handsome billionaire knocks at her door with an ultimatum worse than death. His deal was simple- either Mahi agrees to be his wife or he tells the Whole world what kind of cheat she is!

The Alpha princess who had been searching for her mate for a long time decided to pick one of the Alphas in the pack as her mate as her father had instructed. But while the Ceremony is being celebrated, the pack is attacked by Alpha Derek. Everyone in the pack is murdered except Andrea who tries to run away from the place but she was caught by another Alpha who marked her as his and protected her from Alpha Derek who was too weak for him. Andrea Who didn't Know her fate now is taken by Alpha Lyon and taken to his pack in Chains. She is made a Slave in the pack and demoted to the rank of an Omega where she spent most of her time doing the hard chores. She vowed that she was going to take her revenge but she was way too weak to do that. Will Andrea get her revenge?

As soon as I come of age, I become the secret lover of Luciano Carlotta, the future Don of his family. The reason why I choose to be with him isn't to covet his money—it's because I love him. To me, he's my savior who has rescued me from my sad, tragic life as an orphan. He even tells me lovingly that it's not my fault that my parents don't want me, and that he will be the one loving me from now on. So, when Luciano wants me to give birth to his child, I say yes. But once the baby is born, I'm only allowed to visit him once per month. Luciano explains, "I'm the future Don, Rosanna. My family wants me to marry a woman of a similar background and social standing. They still find it difficult to accept you at the moment. I have to keep their opinions of you in mind. "Just wait for a little longer. Once I conquer the final turf and become the Don, I'll definitely marry you. Our son shall become my heir. Staying in the Carlotta family is the best option for him, you know." Naturally, I believe Luciano's excuses. On sleepless nights, I just stare at photos of him and our son as I shed tears quietly. One day, I receive great news from my best friend, Sofia Rossi. Apparently, she's about to get married. "Rosanna, I'm getting engaged! My fiance is very handsome, and he loves me with all his heart, too! You must attend my wedding when the time comes!" As I congratulate her, I tap on the photo that she's just sent me. But I find myself staring at Luciano's face instead.

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.