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I have to admit that my husband's true love is a charming and charismatic woman. After she returns to the country, my husband, who always says he knows nothing about being romantic, racks his brains to think of ways to please her. Even my son wants her to be his mother—he says it to my face, too. To my husband and son, I'm only worthy of cooking and cleaning for them. Later, an autistic little girl tugs on my shirt and says firmly, "Zach might not want his mommy, but I do!" It's only then that I realize flowers can bloom in parched land. When I'm finally living the life I want, my ex-husband and son come to me, telling me they regret their actions… My ex-husband calls and says Zach misses me. I answer, "I'm not his mother anymore." Then, he says he's made a mistake—he's realized that I'm the one he loves. The man beside me kisses the back of my hand, sounding jealous as he says, "Do you think you deserve to be with her when I've yet to win her heart?"

"I want this girl." He let go of Azfarin with a jerk. Azfarin staggered to the ground and did not understand what the man was saying. But he was now walking back and forth, and the three black men were shaking their heads and heading towards Azfarin. "Till Heradi Macy's Op" "Pick up this girl" He was speaking in his own language, his neck pointing towards the girl. The atmosphere was in full swing, the sobs and cries of the people were drowning out in fear. Everyone was taking two steps back. The girl in the black shirt grabbed the woman's hand tightly. The weapons in their hands and the horrible looks were enough to terrorize. The tall man lifted the girl on his shoulder in one jerk, she was swaying from her shoulder to the back on her stomach, her legs were forward. "Leave me, leave me, save someone" She was screaming in pain and fear, hitting him on the back and trying unsuccessfully to free herself. Her hands were tied behind her back. The girl's screams were so painful that everyone forgot to cry and began to tremble. The echo of her screams was reaching far and wide in the forest. It was almost as if they, including the girl, were disappearing from their sight, a roar was heard. "Liu Har" "Leave her" All eyes were on Xavier.

"Touching you right now means I'll have access to your body whenever and wherever i want it, no other man will have access to you apart from me!!" his voice was cold and husky. "yess..., "You would regret this the next morning-” "No, i won't-" She had no idea why she felt inexplicable trust towards him, perhaps it was due to the fact that he save her or perhaps it was beacuse he had not hurt her even after she had kissed him like that. However she had not considered the premitive insticts of a man. "You're offering yourself to me, when you don't know what I'm capable of. You have a chance to stop your self now, else after this night you won't have any Chance to back out" he said Coldly and got up about to leave, when the girl pulled his shirt ripping it apart. ******** Nadia was running away from one trouble to get herself into a bigger one, being saved by the ruthless big boss of a mafia gang, and ended up spending a night with him, brought changes to her life. Lust, love, betrayal and revenge….which do you think will win?

Her heart began to beat heavily. She was fascinated by the man. Awareness flooded through her, as did a sudden need to brush her hair. Dammit, why had she put on this stupid bum short and singlet today. She wondered what he would look like with that shirt off. She swallowed and tried to look away. Fantasies like that would get her nowhere. "Hi" he said. And for a few seconds Emma didn't realize he was speaking to her. She blushed when she lifted an eye brow questioningly. "Oh hello" "Urmm...name's Daniel. Nice to meet you" "it's nice to meet you too.. I'm Emma" -------------------------------- Emma Green has totally given up on relationships and happy ever after. Not because she doesn't think it's amazing to have someone, mind you, but because she simply doesn't believe in love. She's been there and done that, and she's not doing it again. But when she meets Daniel Rohan, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe falling in love again might not be all that bad.... -------------------------------- Take control.. Feel the rush... Explore your fantasies Step into stories of provocative romance where sexual fantasies come true. Let your inhibitions run wild.

After my family joined hands to send me to prison for three years, I start learning how to behave myself. I do whatever everyone else tells me to do. The day I'm released from prison, my wife, Regina Johnson, sits in the car and says coldly, "If you ever lay those hands of yours on Ty again, I'll…" Before she can say anything else, I jump out of the car, pick up a brick from the side of the road, and smash my hand into a pulp with it. Regina stares at the bone sticking out and goes pale. When we get back home, Tyler Lowe, my adopted younger brother, ambushes me in the bathroom and scoffs. "So what if you're the biological son of the Lowe family? I can just as easily have you kicked out of the family!" Then, he uses a blade to make a small cut on one of his fingers before crying out in alarm, "If you really hate me, Cal, I'll leave right away! Please don't kill me!" Regina and my older sister, Calista Lowe, enter just in time to witness his display. Shaking with anger, they stomp on my wound with their high heels. "You haven't changed one bit! If anything happens to Ty, I'll make you pay for it with your life!" I nod obediently and march straight to the kitchen, where I jump into the massive meat grinder before turning it on. The blood and bits of flesh spray all over Mom and Dad, who end up walking in right then. Mom lets out a shrill shriek before fainting, while Dad forces himself to remain composed as he turns off the power. At this point, even Regina, my sharp-tongued wife, can't find the words to say anything. She stands frozen, her body trembling. When we're inside the ambulance, Tyler clings to Regina, quivering as he says, "This has nothing to do with me! He jumped into the machine himself. You have to believe me!" It's almost impossible for me to stay conscious through the unbearable pain, but I muster the strength to nod along with him. After failing to win over my family, I'd spent three years in prison. Later on, the system told me that if I showed absolute obedience until the day I died, I would receive massive financial compensation and be transported back to my original world.

Gaea used to believe in love—the kind she wrote about so effortlessly. But after heartbreak silenced her heart, it also silenced her words. Three months. Not a single story. Not a single spark. Now, with a week left before she loses everything, desperation drives her to chase inspiration in the last place she ever imagined—a world of flashing lights, strangers, and dangerous possibilities. Then she sees him. A man who doesn’t just walk into the room—he owns it. And with one glance, he becomes the story she’s been waiting for. Bold and reckless, Gaea makes a choice that could change everything: she asks him to be part of her book. He says yes. But his condition? She has to give herself in return. What starts as a deal for inspiration quickly becomes something far more complicated—blurring the lines between fiction and reality, control and desire, ambition and emotion. As the story unfolds, so does something neither of them expected. But when the final page is written… Will it all end like a story should? Or will Gaea find herself trapped in one she can’t walk away from?

“Answer me, Nessa. Do you want to kiss me again?” When I finally opened my mouth to answer, Vito interrupted me. “And before you do, you should know the power your words hold, so think very well before you do.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d fantasized about it a few nights prior. “I do.” I finally answered, my words just as breathless as his. “You are certain that you want to do this?” I almost smiled. He was supposed to be a big bad mafia boss, but there he was making sure that I really wanted him to fuck me. Without saying anything else, I held the lapels of his shirt and brought his lips down on mine. ~•~ Nessa Sims faces an unfortunate fate when Vito Giancana, the don of the Italian mafia, offers her a job. However, she declines the offer when she realizes he is part of the mafia. Vito needs her skills and will not take no for an answer, so he blackmails her with one of her deepest secrets, forcing her to live with him to keep her safe from the dangers of the mafia. In a forced proximity, they agree to keep their relationship strictly professional, but when they share an accidental kiss, would they be able to adhere to their agreement? Or would they put everything at risk to please themselves?

“You can lie with your lips, little moon,” he said “But your body screams for me.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, although I could feel my wolf howling inside of me, trying to claw her way out to get to him. “Say it,” he murmured. “Say you feel it too. You can’t run from me forever, little moon” I was unraveling. My hands found his shirt and fisted it, gripping it tight like it was the only thing anchoring me. “You’re mine, Ruelle. You always were and you always will be.” Ruelle Silvermane has always been the quiet sister, overlooked in a powerful pack, until fate ties her to Thorne, the fierce Alpha of Ironclaw. But their bond stirs envy, betrayal, and danger. Her own sisters scheme against her, his past lover wants her gone, and rogue wolves circle their lands. Torn between her silence and his fire, Ruelle must decide if she has the strength to fight for the bond she never wanted but cannot deny. Will Thorne truly stand by her side when the cost is everything? Can Ruelle rise from the shadows, or will the world break her before she claims her place as his mate?

I was feeding my seven-year-old daughter, Lucy Langer, when Robert Langer crashed through the front door, reeking of alcohol. His shirt collar hung askew, and red marks blazed across his neck. "Audrey," he said hoarsely, "someone spiked my drink at the charity gala. But don't worry. I've already had my lawyer handle it." I nodded. After so many years of marriage, I knew he only had eyes for me and our daughter. He never strayed. Or so I believed… until eight months later. While Robert was away on a business trip, his cruise ship caught fire. The news dominated every channel. Clutching a sobbing Lucy, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him swathed in bandages, standing outside the maternity ward. "Becca is pregnant," he murmured. "It was that night at the gala… I didn't think it would happen from just once…" He gulped. "When the fire spread, she saved me. But she… got trapped herself." A newborn's wail pierced the corridor as the delivery room doors opened. Becca White was wheeled out, looking pale and exhausted. She clutched my sleeve and pleaded desperately, "Audrey… my babies can't grow up without a father…"

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.