Probably Smut

"This wasn't the deal," Reid whispered. His breathing was erratic as he pressed his back against the wall, clenching his fists. "We could make a new one," Killian smirked, trailing his thumb on Reid's lips... "Probably after this kiss." ~~ Bad boy Reid McKenzie will go to jail after being charged with murder. His mother wouldn't be willing to help him; he has ruined their reputation enough and is ready to let him rot behind bars; following the wishes of her second husband, she would wash her hands of Reid for good. But fate intervenes when a mysterious stranger, Killian appears. He offers Reid a deal; Freedom in exchange for a dangerous task. However, Killian's true intentions are far from benevolent. As a powerful demon, he sees Reid as a pawn in a sinister game. With each passing moment, Reid must decide whether to trust the enigmatic stranger or face the consequences of his actions.

"You don't have to feel uncomfortable because of me."  "Someone stole something valuable from me, I'm only here to get it back.  "I'll be off with the girl who stole my heart soon." He said calmly.  I was shattered, he had come for someone else. She was probably his new mate. I was sad to see he moved on so easily after rejecting me. I could feel my heart get torn to shreds. I couldn't help but get curious about what his new mate looked like, or who she was. Tears of jealousy choked my heart, trying to force it's way through my eyes.  I took a deep breath and forced a smile, I was never going to let him get the best of me. I turned to him wearing a bright smile. "Good luck."

Jane had no idea that the new year would be the biggest and most significant change of her life for her, she will finally understand what true love is and she will discover that her happiness has been there all the time but she had never noticed it for being stuck in her past. Travis takes the reins of what he truly wants and goes for it no matter what or anyone ... if he doesn't make his first move, someone else will probably do it and he's not willing to be the spectator again. But not everything is rosy, there will be many tests that they must overcome and do their part to cope with every situation that fate places on them. Because that's what life is all about, overcoming, learning, and adapting with each other, forging a bond so strong that nothing and no one can break, make mistakes and fix them and discover that things that are taken for granted take an unpredictable turn changing it. everything. Do you dare to discover what happens in a whole year for these two?

Victor Reed was left to raise his five-year-old nephew after his brother and sister-in-law died in a car accident. When he hires Sarah Johnson to babysit Benjamin, they both can’t deny the feelings they have for each other. While Sarah is afraid of allowing herself, Victor is conflicted for falling in love. Will Sarah be able to break his CEO's icy heart? Will Victor convince Sarah that she belongs by his side?*“She could feel how much he desired her. Probably in the same intensity in which she desired him. However, what were they doing? She knew they didn’t belong to one another, but every time they were together like this, she couldn’t remind herself of why not.“Sarah…” he managed to whisper, separating from her for a brief second to breathe. “How are you doing this to me?”The CEO's Babysitter is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

The day my ex finally made it big, the doctor told me I had less than three months to live. On TV, a reporter was interviewing James Larson. “Mr. Larson, what drove you to success?” James chuckled, but his eyes were misty. “The biggest push? Probably when I was diagnosed with kidney disease eight years ago, and my ex walked out on me.” “I’m grateful she didn’t marry me. That was the wake-up call I needed.” After the interview, he called. “Amelia Simmons, I made it. Do you regret it now?” I rested a hand on the spot where my kidney used to be and let out a bitter laugh. “I do. And I have cancer now. Happy?” James sounded satisfied. “Serves you right.” He never knew—I got cancer because I gave him my kidney all those years ago.

Ethan Walker, the complete definition of rude, arrogant and dangerously handsome. He listens to no one, and does things his way, the first and only son to Alex and Sage Walker, he's a spoilt rich brat. If there's anything about Ethan is that he hates sharing, no matter how minute it is, once it's his then he would rather hell freeze over than share it. But that changes when he is forced to share his parents love and attention with a strange girl. At 7 he already disliked this girl that stole his parents love and attention from him. And he vowed he would make her life a living hell. But is that the only reason he dislikes her? Ava Walker, the adopted daughter of Alex and Sage Walker, after trying for years to conceive after their first child with no luck, they opt in for adoption and they chose her. Shy, naive, beautiful and smart, Ava is forced to take the harsh and cruel words of her foster brother all the while making sure his parents don't find out because she'd hate to be the reason his parents scold him. Hurt by the fact that Ethan will never agree to calling her his sister or accepting her into the family, she is faced with a bigger challenge when things get complicated between them. Now one question keeps ringing in her head. Does Ethan really hate her? It's going to be a long ride for Ethan and Ava. Story contains explicit sexual content and a lot of smut

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!” Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments. [Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!] [Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!] Who? A V-line and abs? He should probably be able to satisfy me then. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear. Not bad. He smelled clean. I stopped him. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

Five years ago, Gary Cooper proposed to me 99 times just to marry me. Five years later, to cheer up the secretary he adored, he handed me 99 divorce papers. "Relax. I'm not actually divorcing you. I'm just humoring her. Just pretend like you always do. There's no need to sign." When Gary said it, he was even smiling. As for me, the heartbreak I once felt had long since faded. Now, there was barely a ripple left. I suddenly remembered what day it was and asked quietly, "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" He paused for a moment, then casually shook his head. "Probably not. Today's kind of special. I don't want her to get jealous." I nodded and watched him walk out the door. Then, I picked up a pen and carefully signed my name on the 99th divorce agreement.