Pov Hospital Bed

"What am I to you, princess?" He demanded in a husky tone while tracing his finger on her lips. "Daddy Alpha," she replied with a playful smirk, watching him grin with satisfaction. A smack of her hip as his voice rang in her ears. "You're my little girl in front of the world," he growled biting on her neck, "but at night, you're my princess in bed to serve me like an obedient little slut, understand?" She nodded quickly like a good girl, "Yes, Daddy Alpha." With a sinister laugh, he tossed her on the bed, and she knew it is going to be one more long sleepless night. Aurora, facing her mate's betrayal and a painful rejection, has an encounter with a tempting hot stranger who is also her uncle, her father's bestfriend left her with no other thought apart from craving for him. His raw dominance attracted her, and before she knew it, she had surrendered herself to him, body and soul. Under his control, she became a little submissive. Edmund, a man who lives with lust and sex. Commitment wasn’t in his vocabulary. But when he met Aurora, the daughter of his best friend with both an innocent face and a hidden wild side, which got him curious about her. He became her Daddy, shackling her with his dominance. Would she be consumed by his darkness, or would she be the one to bring light into his world? What'll she do when she finds the secrets he hid from her? Where would this sinister romance lead to? Will they ever become anything more than just partners in bed, driven by the lustful needs for eachother? Will love ever bloom between them, or was Aurora destined to go through a heartbreak once again?

Zoa McClure is a 16-year-old girl. She comes from a family of 7. An average teenager, with a normal life. She lives in New York with her parents who are attorneys. Her life of normalcy is threatened when she gets kidnapped.... To the rest of the world, she's in a coma with very slim chances of survival. In Zoa's POV, she's in a nation called Charlaedon. Nobody can fathom how she ended up in the middle of the nation's cross-fire. Zoa only remembers bits and pieces of the day's events. The incident resulting in her coma seems to have been forgotten. The war in Charlaedron leaves everyone in a state of disarray. It's up to Zoa and her new friends to fix things.

She was betrayed at the altar. Now she’s marrying the enemy. When Emilia finds her fiancé in bed with her sister, she loses more than love—she loses everything. To get it back, she makes a bold move: marry his powerful billionaire uncle. What starts as a revenge plot turns into a dangerous game of passion, lies, and unexpected feelings. But when the past returns with a vengeance, will love be her greatest risk? Revenge was her plan. Falling for him wasn’t.

BOOK ONE OF THE BILLIONAIRE WIVES CLUB Gina has the picture-perfect, page-six in the TMZ kind of marriage with the billionaire heir Mark Washington. It’s perfect, uncomplicated and anything any woman would wish for. Well, that is until a threat on her life, lands the sinfully hot Dante into her life and well, in her bed as her bodyguard. But Dante might hiding secrets of his own. Deep, dark ones.

Crimson Series 1: Selene, a runaway witch with a body built for sin and a past soaked in blood, never believed in fate—until she accidentally binds herself to the one creature she’s forbidden to touch: Alpha Kael Draven, ruthless leader of the Nightshade Pack. When desire turns deadly and secrets unravel in bed and battle, Selene must decide if her pleasure is worth the price of her soul.

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”

“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.” “What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.” “Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–” “Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.” “They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?” “Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.” --- I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered. While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches. That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself. And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me. Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?

"I loved you, Isabelle, but not anymore. Allison here is carrying my child." Morris said, his tone firm and unyielding. ** After four years of marriage without kids, Isabelle finally took in through IVF. She is on her way home to show her husband the pregnancy test result when she decides to stop by her friend's - Allison's place. There, she gets the shock of her life. Her dear husband in bed, naked with her friend - Allison. The only two people in this world she takes as family have just betrayed her. Struggling to cope, Isabelle is called back to the hospital where she's told there was a mistake during the insemination. The child she is carrying belongs to another man - Carlos Fernandez, the ruthless billionaire. And not just that; her husband's sperms was too weak to initiate fertilization. Meaning that he's impotent. So, if Morris is impotent, whose child is Allison carrying? Isabelle returns home only to be served with divorce papers... What happens after the truth about Allison's pregnancy is exposed? Will Carlos accept Isabelle as she is the wrong surrogate? Find out as you keep reading.

After caring for her four younger siblings and working as hard as she can, Zuri finds out she is sick. Sick with the same disease that killed her young mother. While waiting for her fate in a hospital far from home, Zuri recieves a visit from a complete stranger. A stranger that leads her down a path that not only heals her, but makes her whole. Journey along with Zuri as she is teleported to the great unknown and meets the male meant for her.

Charlie, One day, I woke up in a hospital with no memory, no answers. Not just any hospital, a mental institution surrounded by nut jobs. I wasn't supposed to end up like this, scared, changed, no memory of what happened. I was a normal teenager, then my seventeenth birthday changed everything. I started having visions of a place called Cresent Moon, a remote little forest in the middle of Colorado. I begged my family to go, and that was the last thing I remembered. Next thing I was in a bed being forcibly restrained. I had two choices stay, serve my time and pray they let me leave or escape and discovered what happened to my life. Naja, I give up the notion of ever finding a true mate at twenty–eight I had witnessed more death than I cared to admit, all because of my powers gifted by the Moon Goddess. I was blessed with the ability to heal or cursed as I often thought of my gift. A gift that was used for despicable evil. In the pursuit of tracking rogue hunters, I found her — the other half of my soul, broken, bleeding, and dying. I had no choice but to send her away for her own peace of mind and safety. She was too young, too sweet for a jaded asshole like me---too precious to put in danger. I wasn't given a choice to have a normal life but she would, even if I have to kill anyone who dares to hurt me through her. They say when you love someone you have to let them go, they will come back to you. I just pray its true, I can’t exist now that I know she out there waiting to come back to me, even if she doesn’t know it yet