Pressing Reset

Giorgo Romero, the Don of the Romero family, gets ambushed by a suicidal madman who has bombs strapped to him. When that happens, my husband, Fabio Lopez, and his troops have already gone to a fashion show with his childhood sweetheart, Reina Digiorno, so that they can protect her there. Instead of pressing the signal button on my ring, I launch myself at Giorgo despite being heavily pregnant. Just like that, I'm able to protect him from the explosion with my body. In my previous life, I had pressed the button. Fabio had ditched Reina in favor of hurrying back to the scene to save Giorgo's life. Because of his contribution, he gets elevated to the position of Underboss. But Reina got mad at Fabio for leaving her in advance, resulting in her crossing the highway out of pure spite. That was how she got hit by a car and died. While Fabio didn't say anything, he chose to send me to an underground auction house on the day I went into labor. "The Don had so many soldati protecting him! Why did you force me to come back in the first place? Isn't it because you just want the glory of being the Underboss's wife? "If it wasn't for you, Reina wouldn't have died! You must go through a thousand times the suffering she did!" I could only watch as the guests bid for my organs one by one. Not even my newborn's umbilical cord could be spared from the auction. In the end, I died from an infection that had occurred while my organs were being removed. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Giorgo gets ambushed.

I clutch the face basin, the cool ceramic easing the warmth that's spreading from my sweaty palms to the rest of my body. My body freezes when I feel his weight against my front. His knee directly pressing against my heated crotch, it isn't ungentlemanly, he's doing it in a way that seems like he's unaware that he is doing it — if that makes sense. “I'm talking about this, Principessa," he whispers, and I gasp. His eyes hold my gaze so intensely, it doesn't matter how much my rational self is telling me to look away. Fuck, it's screaming; Danger and heartbreak alert, but my inner slut and greedy pussy are up for the challenge. “So is it as tight as I'm imagining?" He presses against my crotch a little harder. ************ Kevah Pierce is a talented, sexy, and confident 300lbs beauty. Her mother loves her, but she believes Kevah will never discover love because of her weight. After she meets Trevor Munro, the local weather reporter at a restaurant. They can't deny their undeniable sexual tension. They move on to dating for two years, but when her family brings up the question of marriage, things start to become sour in their once peaceful relationship. Trevor goes on to reveal a shocking secret to Kevah which causes her heart to shatter to pieces. Unable to bear the heartache, she flees to a small city called Fertopia in Italy, where she reunites with her older brother's friend Emanuele Ferrero whom she was briefly married to a few years ago. She finds out he's keeping not 1, but 4 secrets from her. The 1st one is that he owns the building she is contracted to decorate. Will the two be able to put aside their disputes to work simultaneously?

Anne left the States for Ireland to avenge for her father's mistreatment. She was aware that the powerful Alpha Leo could not be brought down easily and decided to seduce him because having him killed. Alpha Leo is a cold hearted alpha who had taken after his father but when he met his mate, he loosened up and started to appreciate people more. ..........................................•••................................... I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing my body against his as his mouth claimed mine hungrily. The passionate way he kissed me made me breathless and I chuckled for I knew he was hungry for me. His mouth left mine and began to trail softly against my skin, leaving me wet and hot everywhere his tongue touched. He was driving me crazy and I liked that. I interlaced my fingers in his hair and I bent my head to receive the kiss in full force. "Leo." I moaned softly, when his tongue caressed my sensitive spot. "Say my name louder babe." He commanded and I chuckled. He bit my lower lip when he did not get a response and I immediately cried his name out. "Good. Keep shouting my name, it tells me you are feeling as good as I am." He said gruffly, his mouth still puckering on my lower lip. He moved it up and down in a yoyo manner, and I instinctively moved my right palm to his chest. I felt it hairy underneath my palm and I tugged on it gently. I suddenly felt him shaking and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that the powerful alpha could shake for a lady. I moved from him, trying to catch my breath and then I realized that I was the person shivering.

He was a man made of sins. She was the one mistake he couldn’t undo. Luca Romano — the ruthless Don of the Romano crime family — has lived in the shadows for years, drowning in blood, money, and women. But beneath the armor of power lies a ghost he can’t escape: Serena, the girl who once saved his broken soul before vanishing without a trace. Decades later, when Luca sees her again in a supermarket — the same eyes, the same delicate face — he loses control. Within hours, she’s in his mansion, locked away, his lost angel finally returned to him. But she isn’t Serena. She’s Sienna, Serena’s twin sister — the one thrown away, forgotten, and left to survive the streets. Unlike her gentle twin, Sienna bites back. She curses him, fights him, and makes him question the monster he’s become. “You think you own me, Don?” she spits. “No, dolcezza,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb against her jaw. “I think I finally found the one woman who could destroy me.” What begins as a twisted act of obsession turns into a war between them — a battle of wills, lust, and long-buried secrets. Because the more Luca learns about the woman he’s captured, the more he realizes: He might have stolen the wrong twin, but he’s finally met his match. And when the real Serena returns — sweet, innocent, and hiding a darkness he never imagined — Luca will discover the cruelest truth of all: The angel he adored was a lie… and the devil he stole might be the only one who can save him. “I thought you were my redemption,” he says. “No,” she whispers. “I’m your reckoning.”

When Wakely transfers to a new university, she has one goal: keep her head down, finish her final credits, and get out. The plan is simple: stay invisible, avoid drama, and leave behind her abusive past. But the moment she steps onto campus, she has no idea what is about to happen to her. She quickly crosses paths with Cora, a bold, orange-haired wild card who takes Wakely under her wing. Cora introduces her to the unspoken hierarchy that rules the school, warning her about the campus “gods”: the Walker brothers. Sinfully attractive, effortlessly powerful, and notoriously cruel, the Walkers are known as much for their charm as for their dangerous pranks. Students either worship them or fear them. Wakely? She wants nothing to do with them. But Waylon Walker, the darkest of the three, has other plans. Unlike the others, Wakely doesn’t care about his reputation. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t chase. And she certainly doesn’t fall for arrogant boys with too much control. That only makes her more fascinating to him. What begins as curiosity spirals into obsession. Waylon watches her, follows her, learns everything he can—and slowly starts crossing lines no one’s ever dared to before. As their worlds collide, Wakely finds herself drawn into a twisted game of desire, secrets, and violence. Her carefully buried past begins to unravel when she discovers that her abusive father holds a far darker secret. A secret that she was unaware of, that could change her life forever. Now, with the weight of betrayal, obsession, and legacy pressing down on them, Wakely must decide whether to run from the danger or face it head-on, with Waylon at her side. And some secrets are never meant to be uncovered.

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

"Beg for it," Zane murmured, pressing his fingers into Asher's jaw painfully until the omega parted his lips with a whimper. "Please let me suck your cock.” Asher pleaded, eyes wet with tears as he eyed Zane’s fat, leaking rod like it was his most prized possession. ````` HE WAS BORN TO INHERIT AN EMPIRE... UNTIL ONE SINGLE MISTAKE COST HIM EVERYTHING! Heir to an empire with a last name that opens every door, Asher West was powerful. An Alpha bred to be dominant, Asher takes what he wants and never looks back. But for all his arrogance, Asher had two weaknesses. His taste for danger…and his blistering, malignant, and seething HATRED for his half-brother, Zane West. And that hatred was the key to his downfall. Now stripped of his status, his pride, and his biology, Asher finds himself trapped in an Omega’s body, in a world that only worships the strength of an Alpha. And worse, the man holding the leash is none other than the one he hated the most. His half-brother, now his master. Zane West. He was the bastard no one wanted. After a decade of being abused and bullied by Asher West, ignored by the West Clan, there was no mercy or humanity left in Zane’s gaze, only the promise of ownership. And the slow, patient destruction of the golden prince who once ruled him. Zane doesn’t want love. Or even forgiveness. He wants to own Asher, furrow deep into his skull until his entire existence revolves around pleasing him, Zane West. But there’s a problem…Asher won’t go down without a fight, and Zane…at his core was still an Alpha whose primal instinct is to protect his Omega. Who will end up taming whom?

I first met Kai Valentine at the basketball court when I was ten years old. Kai was taller, louder, and faster than me. And from that day on, Kai became my best friend, my safe place. But then my parents passed away, and my family went bankrupt. After that, we weren't best friends anymore. We were just two strangers living in completely different worlds. Then, Kai starts "stealing" from me. He manages to steal every single girlfriend I've ever had. The day he steals my eighth girlfriend, I finally break. That's when I decide to fight back and get myself a boyfriend instead. That's right; I'm going to pretend to be gay! Let's see how he plans to steal this one. However, I never thought that my actions would make Kai go absolutely berserk. That night, Kai presses me against a dim corner in the stairwell. His fists slam into the concrete wall, his breath hot against my cheek. "If even he can be your boyfriend," he grits out, "then why can't I?" I laugh. "Are you out of your mind?" Kai just keeps pressing closer, his scorching gaze burning into me as his lips inch closer until he is just a breath away. "Do you still not get it?" Something hot and erect presses up against me. He then growls softly in my ear. "I never wanted to steal any of your girlfriends. The only person I ever wanted was you, Aiden Winston!"

"I am your Alpha," Liard growled, his body pressing dangerously close to hers. "You will not run from me." Helena’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as they gripped the edge of the infirmary table. "You made a vow," she whispered, voice laced with fury and longing. "No mates. No love. Or have you already forgotten?" His jaw clenched, but his hands found her waist, heat radiating between them. "I tried to forget. I tried to fight it. But every time I close my eyes, I see you. I feel you." His voice dropped lower, a rough, desperate plea. "Damn it, Helena. You were never supposed to be mine." Helena shoved against his chest, her own emotions warring within her. "And I was never supposed to love you, Liard. But fate is cruel." She turned away, biting down the pain in her voice. "Do you know what they’ll do to me if they find out? Do you know what Rhider will do?" Liard’s grip on her tightened. "I don’t care." His breath ghosted against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Let them try to take you from me. I will burn this world before I ever let you go." ********* For years, Alpha Liard Stormbane has ruled with a heart of ice, swearing never to take a mate, never to fall into the same weakness that destroyed his father. But when he is gravely injured and taken to the pack infirmary, fate shatters his control—his mate is none other than Helena, the pack’s healer…and his Beta’s mother.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.