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I was arranged to marry the most powerful and ruthless billionaire 'Giovanni Reeves. I should have expected that my life would be a rollercoaster and filled with drama. People call me Royalty Dewitt, the only daughter of the famous Patrick Dewitt. I had just recently graduated from college and wanted to make a name for myself but my life was turned upside down when I agreed to marry Giovanni Reeves who I find cocky and arrogant. The fact that we are polar opposite and that he irritates me most of the time made us the most messed up newly Weds. What I thought was the beginning of our story was just a lie, after all our story started a long time ago. I have always been His Deepest Desire.

I'm Ailee. I am the princess of the largest, most feared Irish mafia and next in line to take over. I'm known as the Ice Queen because of how ruthless I can be to my enemies. I came to the Renegades to find my father. I need his bone marrow to save my life. I don't need him or his club for anything else. But their resident cowboy catches my eye. He says I'm his but can our worlds combine without a deadly explosion? I'm Lug Nut. The moment I see a picture of Ailee I know she is mine. I will make sure her father saves her life so I can have her in mine. Our worlds are different as they can be but I won't let it stop me from making this mafia princess mine. When I suddenly become the guardian of a baby will Ailee stay by my side or will it be too much? The cowboy Renegade will do whatever it takes to keep Ailee and the baby that is the only blood family I have left.

Loveth was employed as a maid in Master Patrick Anderson's mansion . Patrick came back home one night and got drunk then he slept with Loveth. His family found out and sent her away, after realising she was pregnant, they forced her to terminate it. Patrick searched for Loveth and later discovered her with twins. Will she accept him? Find out.

*Sequel of My personal Lycan king (Book-1)* Reading Part-1 is necessary to understand this book. In the love of Victoria and the sorrow of her loss, everyone thought that Alexander died. But he was saved. Everyone thought that Victoria died in the sacrifice spell, to protect her mate Alexander, her witch powers, and her wolf Carla. But if it was true, then who was this girl Jasmine, who was having images of a man with amber eyes and a girl with long black hair? Why was she having dreams of a girl who is called Victoria, and why does she keep hearing strange voices in her head? The main question was, if she was Victoria, then why anyone didn't recognize her for so long? Amidst this, what will happen when the long-lost love of Jasmine, Daniel Neptune, comes into the scene? And then a third mate of her vampire essence called Ashton comes to claim her. Things will take an interesting turn when the king of the Witch clan, Christopher, comes into the picture with Marla and Nelson wanting to meet their child. And what was the meaning behind the infamous prophecy, that Azrael was so scared about? "One more soul to sacrifice, three more souls to die, one more soul to live, and six more souls to dignify." Will Victoria be able to handle, not one, two but three mates when she will come to know she is the essence of Madeline, the world's destroyer hybrid, who was born 1500 years ago and was killed brutally? Will she be able to surpass all the negativities and find an eternity of happy life with her love Alexander? Or will she be doomed as a single mate of three powerful kings?

Sunny is an aspiring writer who wants to venture the world of writing erotic romance. One night, while she was browsing some photos to use as her book cover, she saw a picture of a very handsome man with dark-blue hair yet green emerald eyes. Sunny used the photo without knowing what awaits her after the man in the photo knew that his photo was used in an erotic novel.

"You're so cheap. And you don't even have a basic sense of shame." "I am not cheap at all. You are my first man. But for her, you aren't." He cupped my neck with his hand directly and asked word by word, "What did you say?" I reached out and pinched his waist gently with my fingers, pretending to be cynical. Then I added, "And I'm clean. I don't have any other man but you. You can enjoy me as much as you want." *********************** Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

"Zara... There's a lesson I've learnt in my life. When I see something I want, I grab it with both hands, damn the consequences. I saw you Zara, and you captured me. You stole my heart right from my chest. Now I can't stay away from you. And I know that Louis won't be happy about this but I don't give a damn. I want you Zara." --------------------------------------------------- Zara is a learned and beautiful but naive village girl who gets picked from the village by her aunt to the glorious city of Lagos, where the fun never stops. She signed up for the time of her life, which she gets until she gets entangled with the Garba clan, and shit gets real. Meet the Garbas, Aminu and Patrick, same Dad, different mums. Patrick, being the son from the side chick who was supposed to be aborted, has a vendetta against the rest of the dynasty while Aminu the first and legitimate child is doing everything possible to keep Patrick away from the family business and the dynasty. Their attentions are swayed when they see Zara Okafor and all hell breaks loose. ________

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

After a wild, drunken class reunion, I woke up next to a male model. I had no clue what I was doing since it was my first time in this kind of situation. I called my best friend for help on what to do, and while the male model was still out cold, I left my wallet and bolted. When I got home, my best friend dragged me over to show me a picture of her new boyfriend. My jaw dropped. The guy in the photo was the spitting image of the man I had just left.