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Synopsis  My father is after my life……. (Chuckles….) I thought he was my father,he isn't….. After running away,I thought I'll finally be free,free from a forced marriage and free from my father but no,I got stuck! Between two alpha brothers! Jake and John,two brothers, they'll fight for the throne and fight for my love till the last blood in their bodies drops 

One lover is a self-made billionaire. One lover is a kind and doting banker. One lover treats her as the belle of every ball. And more lovers are hers to play with. All heads turn to her when Sienna White walks into a room. An unsettling beauty, eccentric personality, bewitching eyes, and accustomed to witty white lies, she lives her life as she pleases. After five years in a romantic and professional relationship with her girlfriend Sophia, a Silicon Valley startup CEO, Sienna flew to the UK to run the London office. Undergoing a pack of an open relationship, Sienna met Cameron, her ex-lover since college, who dedicated all he had to prove his worth. As her relationships are embroiled in controversy, Sienna ventures on the wild journey of love, lust, and moral corruption in the fabulous and frivolous world of London elites. What will become of her relationships? Who will end up being the love of her life? Or will Sienna seek out her life calling? Find out while Sienna struggles to navigate her career and love. Note: This is a work of fiction and all resemblances to real people, alive or deceased, are purely coincidental. Warning: Mature content and sexual and morally questionable scenes are scattered throughout. You are free to judge. It’s a free world. ----------- Cover designed by Marymarkevich - Freepik.com

All she ever wanted was to dance, even if her expressive dance was on a pole. An argument with her father forces Haley to make the decision of going to Vegas but the simple and easy life she hoped for turns into a nightmare when she comes across her once abusive ex-boyfriend, changing her life completely. Hunter Reid a self-made billionaire whose vocabulary does not include "free time" meets a girl and falls in love, although that love almost cost him his life and fortune.

To save the vampire clan, I slept with my crush, Stefan Ferrano. Stefan had always been cold and distant, but that night, his response was fiery. He ignored the fact that I was inexperienced and took me with wild, unrestrained passion. Everything unraveled when my blood servant, Stella Luciado, brought me fresh blood and Stefan found out. Like a man possessed, he tore off all my clothes and dragged me into the sunlight. “So even the vampire queen is afraid of sunlight? Do you know what sort of torture your kind are enduring right now? But no pain compares to what I felt losing my sister because of you and your kind.” For five years, he held my clan’s safety over my head. He locked me in a sunroom and found new ways every day to torment me in bed. The day I gave birth to his child, he married Stella. Stefan called my child a bastard and forced me to watch him and Stella sleep together. When Stella was unhappy, he bled me so she could bathe in my blood. He even painted with my blood and made me dance undressed in the sun. He tortured me but never let me die, using specially made drugs to keep me alive. A vampire who had offered their ancestral blood but didn't turn a human into a vampire within five years would end up dead. I had five days left to live. Finally, I didn't have to keep my secret anymore.

When Meave Delaney's first private dance at a strip club, leads her to a man who questions her choice of profession, the last thing she expected was to see him again, that too, as her boss in her day job. Him, Hunted by a past that seemed to chase him no matter how far he ran, he is sinking further into a place he knew would be difficult to crawl out of. Her, Growing up too fast sure had its effects, with a father who wishes to kick the bucket more than anything in the world, she's falling into the very life she fought to stay away from. Dark, There's one thing the darkness promised ... No expectations. Sometimes passion and love are all we need to stop ourselves from driving into that dark hole, but sometimes, passion and love pulls you further into it. But for Meave and Cohen, it was just Him, Her & Dark.

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Cheerful sounds of laughter echoed inside the Xstacy club which is known to be one of the most exclusive and the most ᙭- rated clubs in Abuja. Here inside the club, Rich pot bellied men and handsome playboys enjoy themselves as they lavish and squander bundles of cash both in naira, dollars and pounds on strippers that dance n--kedly before them. While some of them were busy focusing on strippers, some were busy playing cards, while some were busy discussing shady business deals and some were discussing top government secrets. Here in the VIP lounge, Commissioner Badmus and some politicians discuss and argue amongst themsleves about a current government project that didn't sit well with either of them ; Badmus who was more disturbed showed his resentment towards the project. What is the project and made them not to have interest in it is what we are going to find out next...

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

Zarek's laughter cut me off, a harsh jeering sound. "Sacrifices?" he repeated, his voice oozing disdain. "You think killing your own brother was a sacrifice? You did that for me, didn't you, Kaidaira?" I felt the weight of my heart as it sank to the anchors of despair. "Yes," I whispered, the memory of that night flooding through my mind. "I did it to protect you-to protect our pack." Zarek was grinning from ear to ear. "And now, that same pack will profit from your sale. Poetic, don't you think?" I felt a chill dread creeping over me. "You used me," Zarek shrugged. "You were useful. Now you're not." ~~~~~~~~~ Being sold off by the one man you loved the most would leave any woman maimed for life.. In a world where fate and ruin are intertwined, one such fate will forever bind Kaidaira to the pack she has sworn to protect. But her heart belongs to Thane-an alpha, mysterious and brooding, who once stood on the receiving end of her blade. Torn between loyalty, love, and revenge, Kaidaira must choose: protect her pack or surrender to the all-consuming passion binding her to Thane. But one fact will not take long to be made clear as the darkness deepens, their love can definitely prove to be the one thing to bring about their doom. Thane was the only one who could defy the odds and save Kaidaira from herself, but will their bond survive against this encroaching darkness, or is this a love which has been forever entwined in a curse that will now claim them in its dance of self-destruction? No power greater, than that of a scorned woman.

To save Zander Lewis, I lost the ability to walk. As a result, my dream of dancing was shattered forever. Yet, Zander went on to marry Jenna Walsh—the same woman who stole my spot in the dance program. The betrayal cut so deep that I suffered from severe depression. That was when Jenna's uncle in name, Sean Walsh, appeared and pulled me out of the darkness. He stayed by my side for a long time, helping me heal and even working tirelessly to treat my legs.   Just when I thought I could stand on my own again, I discovered the awful truth—it had all been part of his and Zander's plan. They never wanted me to reclaim my place; they wanted to ensure Jenna's glory remained untouched. They were even planning to use the same ruthless methods to make sure I could never walk again. My heart shattered as I watched them, two despicable men plotting everything for Jenna's sake. At that moment, I gave up on love completely. I did not scream or cry. I simply played along, letting them believe I was still trapped in their game. When I finally broke free from that deceitful marriage, he came after me, begging in tears for another chance.