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Three teenage girls tricked a waiter and hid in a presidential room to escape from two men. .... Two men walked to their presidential room when a waiter who came out from their room informed them that three hostesses were inside their room and claimed that they were invited by them. After informing them he left. Both friends became suspicious because they didn't have habits to invite hostesses. They both entered and searched all over the room but they couldn't find those hostesses. When they about the gave up they found them hiding behind the curtain. They were surprised to see them because two of them girls fooled them a day ago and ran away from them. Now it's their turned to take revenge on them, one of them took out his gun and pointed towards them and wanted to scare them. But... One of the girls was so scared that she pissed on the man's shoes. Seeing it, the man started disgustingly stomping his feet, one girl took advantage of the opportunity, she kicked on his and threw his gun away. And started running from there. But one man caught her and they started fighting while another man chased after two girls. As he grabbed one girl, her friend pounced on his back and locked her legs around his waist, with one hand she grabbed his hair and with the other hand his nose and then started pulling and twisting it. When he tried to pull her down, her friend jumped and hanged on his arm, then dug her sharp teeth on his palm. She felt his blood all over her mouth. The man screamed and his voice echoed in the presidential suite. What a shame... They all are protagonists. But who will win, men or girls?

I bet you’ve heard the story about the secretary falling head over heels for her boss; that’s me, but what happens when you have unforgettable with someone without knowing he is your boss? That’s me; I got invited to a party that ended up being a birthday party with a dungeon theme, weird, I know, tell me about it, but I finally let my hair down and enjoyed exploring my sexuality with the most intense men I have ever met. My boss, Richard Ashford, Mr. Billionaire CEO himself, he is intense, dominating, cocky, and arrogant, but he makes me feel like the most important woman in the world. Behind closed doors, he is the most fantastic lover. I wish the world could see him the same way I do. I am not ready for dating after everything I have been through. But he is. He wants to show Manhattan’s elite that I am his, but I don’t want to be in the spotlight. I like being anonymous. His life is covered by every newspaper and magazine. That’s what happens when you own most of New York’s media companies.

Winter Stevens is a college student visiting her mom for the holidays and for her mom's wedding. She plans to move home from Georgia back to West Virginia after her break-up. Winter is witty and not afraid to speak her mind, especially when it comes to a certain she-wolf. Blake Conners is the future Alpha of the Snowstorm Pack who hasn't found his mate yet. Until he meets Winter. Blake's wolf, Shadow, is already in love with Winter the moment they meet and Blake matches Shadow's love. Blake learns of Winter's family history after following her one day where he will learn of the auburn hair girl who captured his heart as a pup. Secrets will unravel and truths will be told as Winter is confronted by a jealous she-wolf. Will Winter accept Blake once she learns the truth about herself? Dear Readers, I love reading stories of werewolves so I wanted to try my hand at writing a novel. This is not your typical “abused omega” wolf story. I hope you fall in love with the characters as much as I have. I am still currently in the process of writing so please bear with me. My goal is to upload a chapter or two everyday. Please show your support by commenting and sending gifts. Thank you for giving my story a chance <3

“You better be as long as the lengths you go to avoid me.” “Miss Patterson?!” he sounds flabbergasted. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see that he is at the far corner, sitting on one of two seats in the room. “Is that what you’ve chosen to call me? Can you moan that?” “Miss Patterson!! I am your priest! You ought not to show up like this in front of me and say vulgar things to me.” He tries and fails to sound stern. He was practically drooling. “Yet all you want to do is clasp your hand on my chest and listen to me sing praises to you.” “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” Melanie Rose Patterson wants her priest, and will stop at nothing to get into his pants. Because no matter what his mouth says, his body wants her. What Melanie wants, Melanie always gets... until now.

Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, romance, action, urban,mystery, thriller and anything more you can think ... Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

Trigger Warning!! This book is very dark, containing torture and abuse, read at your own risk!! "I'll delete the pictures depending on how obedient you are. You have to do everything I say; if I want you to become a dog, you have to get on your knees and bark; do we have a deal?" Pierce leans intimidatingly to Malakai's height to whisper softly in his ears; his cold eyes flash with cruelty. "You don't want her to know what a dirty little creep you are, do you?" Malakai Kreston, Quiet and perfect son of the county's preacher is who everyone assumes to be a boring nerd, but Malakai has a deep secret. He isn't so perfect after all! A dirty secret that Malakai will do anything to protect. What happens when he becomes a targeted pawn of Pierce Masterson? Kai, who is usually the hunter, becomes the prey, and he discovers that Pierce is more evil... Sinister and very much more twisted than anything he'd ever imagined. Pierce must have everything he wants or destroy it all completely, Escaping is Malakai's only option, but how far will he go before he gets caught? In a game of cat and mouse, neither are willing to lose!

Meet Xolvion, he is the youngest son of the demon lord and his favourite in line to inherit his throne. However, he is also the bastard son of a low ranking succubus, and unlike his older brothers and half-sisters, not a full-blooded and powerful demon. Xolvion has inherited no great magical power from his father like his siblings and is seen as a good for nothing hornless bastard with nothing going for him, other than the ability to seduce the opposite sex. The night before his 221st birthday his siblings decide to get rid of him for good and attempt to kill him. However, he survives and flees to the human kingdom, knowing it is no longer safe to stay in the demon kingdom for fear of his life. He swears revenge against his siblings vowing to one day return and reclaims the throne for his own. Once in the human kingdom, the MC quickly uses his incubus powers of seduction to make his way in their world. Soon discovering that the ability to seduce the opposite sex isn't the only magical power he possesses. Learning that if he absorbs the fluids of another living being. He will gain their abilities and increase his strength. Xolvion embarks on a quest to seduce the most powerful female heroes and adventures in the land known as the holy saints, gaining their powers one by one until he becomes strong enough to get his revenge and become the next demon lord!

Khrystal comes from a wealthy family in Vista Querencia. She has everything in life; looks, power, money. But despite everything, she's still worthless. Because in everyone's opinion, she was just a good for nothing bastarda—an illegitimate daughter that taints the Dagsinal clan. Agustine Bhryll Revelar, on the other hand, is a well-known businessman. A billionaire CEO. He also has everything in life including what Khrystal doesn't have—a good reputation. In an unforeseen circumstances, the two have to meet for business and unexpectedly created a bond with each other. Will that attachment remain as time goes on? In the midst of the filthy name that rests on Khrystal, will she still be able to show her true worth?

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.