Quotes That Hit Different Novels & Stories

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Scott Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd. He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.” But what about me? What was I to him? A replacement? It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.

Bumping into her boyfriend screwing her roommate, Carina Osborn hit the bar to drown her sorrow. By a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with Rolando Mendez, the arch-enemy of her family. To keep her distance from him, she quit her job as the tutor of Rolando's brother. Rolando, however, grew more and more interested in her, finding every chance to meet her. As time went by, Carina gradually fell prey to his charm and care...

‘I wish to have a carefree life.’ This is what Reine said before getting hit by the famous ‘Out of Control Truck’. When she opened her eyes, she is in a luxurious room with maids around her. “Good morning Duchess, it is time for your breakfast.” Is what they said. She is now Duchess Frielle Marcia Madrigal Fortess, the thirds’ most powerful lady in the kingdom of Sagareste. She thought being a duchess will give her a carefree life, oh how wrong she was.

When all West wanted was to escape from his nightmares and sleep peacefully, a boy named Peter came to his life to become his own lullaby. Different persons with different experiences in life. Will love make their hearts beat in rhythm or will love break them apart?

It all started as a lie. Trevor had lost his memory, and pretending to be his girlfriend was for his own good. But once he regained his memory, he hated her. Elena finally knew what it was like to hit rock bottom, forced to confront her past or face ruin. She had to surrender her fame and took solace in isolation, planning to nurse her broken heart in silence. However, fate had better—or perhaps worse—plans.

A fierce woman who had spent years of fretting, due to her self problems. Someone who's an aelurophile and pluviophile. A businesswoman who owns a picturesque relaxing place located in the middle of a city. A man who suffered from PTSD due to one traumatic incident during his childhood. Someone who has two different types of phobias. Notwithstanding, he's someone who has looks, attitude, and a heart. Two different people. Two different personalities. Howbeit, both do relish a few of the same hobbies. Both have different problems within themselves. Been set up by their families to live together. Would they agree to live together in a single house? Could they really help each other? How and in what way? Would they end up being together or will they just end up being perpendicular lines who cross paths just once and separate after so they could arrive at their endpoints?

Myracle is a rich billionaire who meets Cedric and they fall in love but what Myracle doesn't know is that Cedric is his mother's toy boy who works to satisfy her sexual needs. Cedric however does this to keep his mother who is ill well taken care of.When the secret is out Myracle's father puts a hit on Cedric and accidentally kills his own wife. In addition to that secrets unravel that Myracle's father killed Cedric's father and stole his empire.

Billionaire Damien Payne stopped dating a long time ago because of his experience with gold diggers. However out of the blue, a young woman captures his attention after he saves her from getting hit by a car. Her name is Ava, and she had already sworn off men before meeting Damien after being cheated on. However a one-night stand and a surprise job opportunity at Payne Enterprises, Ava is shown how far Damien is willing to go to have her.

Content Warning: This book is rated +18 and is intended for adults only. It delves into explicit sexual content, graphic language and morally questionable themes. “Tell me, Summer” he said quietly, voice dropping seductively low, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck. “Are you tired of playing the devoted little wife to my brother?” The question hit like a direct blow to the gut.  My breath hitched.  This was so wrong, I told myself over and over, my fists clenching so hard. But still, it didn't stop my pussy from pulsing so fast.  I clenched my thighs, hard, but it was pointless. The ache was already too intense. I felt soaked, strung tight. I could feel my juice sliding down my thigh. He was close. Too close.  If I had moved back an inch, I would have felt his chest against my back. I hated how much I wanted that. I hated how badly I craved something I should never have entertained.  He was my brother-in-law.  DIRTY AFFAIRS is an Erotic Compilation that dives into the kind of decadent desire that leaves you soaking wet one dirty chapter at a time. Behind closed doors, lovers give in to cravings they've denied for far too long— cravings that bind, bruise, consume and heal in equal measure.  Each story unwraps a different forbidden thrill: long-buried obsession reignited at cozy reunions, dangerous chemistry with one person you shouldn't want, irresistible pull toward someone who sees every secret hunger you thought you've tucked safely away. Here, characters surrender to passion that is both tender and consuming—power play, obsession, temptation, tension that coils tight as ribbon around a gift meant to be opened slowly…or ripped.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.