Partners For Justice

Xiamara Joy Orprecio is known habitue of contest, either pageantry or modeling. Everyone knows her. Everyone adores her passion and talent, reason why she don't have any problem in maintaining her self-esteem and cofidence. But just like a strong sound of applauses and cheers she have received, her

Joey Clad was the Moonstone Pack’s Alpha while I was his fated mate, his future Luna. The truth was, he rejected the Moon Goddess’ will and remained obsessed with my stepsister, Anna Bate. Joey made sure to present Anna with a one-of-a-kind gift on every holiday. He was available 24/7 to cater to her every whim. I never expected Joey to seize my mother’s keepsake just to please the birthday she-wolf. Worse still, he turned a blind eye as Anna killed my brother, Jake Bate, all to put a smile on her face. Amid the pouring rain, I held Jake’s lifeless body, slipping Joey’s ring off my finger. I promised myself that they would pay in blood.

“Daddy, please don't stop..." I begged, aching for one more thick finger stretching my dripping pussy. ** There are two mistakes a girl should never make. One: comparing your daddy’s best friend’s cock to your boyfriend’s. Two: actually fucking him. I did something worse. Daddy told me to email my résumé to his best friend because I’d been jobless for months. Drunk and reckless at 2 a.m., I sent Troy Reynolds something else instead—high-definition nudes of me spreading my soaked pussy, my tits squeezed together, tongue out, and begging for his cum. I knew it was wrong. I’d wanted him since I was seventeen. But the universe handed me the match… and Troy lit the fire. He never forgets. Now he wants me. He wants me dripping with his cum, claimed, ruined, and marked with his name on every inch of my skin. He wants me crawling to him on my knees. He fucked me. Then he hired me—not as his intern, but as his personal slut. His eager whore. His favorite fucktoy and willing little plaything. And every time he buries himself deep inside me, he makes me moan the one word that seals my fate. “Daddy.” This is a box—a wicked little treasure chest overflowing with daddy kinks. K-I-N-K-S that twist and tease in the darkest corners of desire. Inside, you’ll find forbidden daddy taboo stories dripping with raw power and aching submission, where boundaries dissolve and hungry hands claim what’s theirs. This book is not suitable for all readers. It contains highly explicit scenes—100% raw sin and sex with zero plot to hide behind. Keep your tissues close… you’re going to need them. .

Aiden and Wyatt have been best friends since they were kids. Wyatt's grandfather wished to see his girlfriend before he died, but the problem is Wyatt doesn't have one. And so, he thought of hiring a fake girlfriend. Since Wyatt is popular, a lot of girls applied to be his girlfriend, but he didn't like any of them at all. And that's when the craziness hit Wyatt, he asked for his best friend- Aiden to pretend to be his girlfriend in exchange for paying his father's hospital bill. Will Aiden accept the offer? If yes, what would happen with their friendship? Will something change or will they still be friends? Will they get a happy ending? Will their friends and family accept them? How do you think the judgmental world will comment on them? Can they overcome the problems that await them?

The first time he met Emma, Abyan was already getting annoyed. How he is not aggravated, a girl with a tall body and boyish face called him 'Uncle.' Does his face look so old that he should be called that? Emma and Abyan first met on the same plane that took them from Moscow—Abyan has completed his education while Emma has just finished the holidays. Abyan often heard, 'Excuse me, Uncle, I'm sorry, Uncle, I need to get up first, right' did he have to speak with such a sentence? It gives Abyan a headache. However, who could have guessed they met two years after the first meeting again, and the girl's sentence remained the same, namely, "Excuse me, Uncle, her legs can be bent because I can't pass."

She never stayed long enough to belong. Living as a lone wolf with her father, she spent her life drifting from town to town, school to school - never fitting in, always stirring up trouble. Expelled more times than she could count, each new start felt more like an escape than a fresh beginning. But everything changes the moment she meets her mate... in the middle of a high school hallway. She had always prayed for a rogue mate - someone wild and free like herself. Instead, fate ties her to someone she despises most: a wolf with a high-ranking title and the chains of duty she’s spent her whole life running from. In the end, you can only mess with others for so long before you end up wrecking your own life - and hers is about to get gloriously, heartbreakingly complicated.

BLURB "Really?" "Yes, but only on one condition" I stayed silent and waited for him to continue. I'd do anything he asks as long as he's willing to help me. "You marry me," he says finally. "What? Marry you?" "Of course, it's going to be fake. The company shareholders want me to get married to keep my inheritance, something about a will my late father left before he passed on. So, I'll agree to help you if you can pose as my fiancé" he explained. ~~~~ Katie had no other choice than to go to Sean Banks when her mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and has barely a year left to live. Having lost her job the previous months, she was back on bills, with no one else to help, she had to meet her ex, whom she broke his heart with when she ended their relationship abruptly with no reason. Sean is different from the man he used to be, colder and sexier, but agrees to help her under one condition, she poses as his fake fiance to make sure he gets his inheritance check. Will Katrina agree?

“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. “Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. “Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.” “My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. “That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.” It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn’t just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can’t decide if I’ve been destroyed… or if I’ve finally come alive.

When the car crash happens, Maisie Hale uses her body to shield me from the brunt of the damage, leaving me uninjured. But when she wakes up, it turns out that she only remembers everything prior to her 18-year-old self. Her boyfriend at that time is Daniel York. Maisie's best friend, Chloe Shaw, keeps advising me to let Maisie go so that she can get back together with Daniel. Chloe claims that Maisie, an obedient girl, will only get to experience a range of emotions when she's with Daniel. But when Maisie's with a goody-two-shoes like me, her life is boring and dull. What no one knows is that I've had a crush on Maisie for many years now. That's why I stubbornly wait for the day that Maisie will regain her memories of me. Three years later, I get diagnosed with cancer. On the same day, I also find out what sort of surprise Maisie has prepared for me on the day of the accident. Finally, I let my love for Maisie go. When she hands me the divorce agreement once again, I sign it without hesitation.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.