Random Phrases To Say

"Marry my son, Nathaniel Hargrave and after three years divorce him and leave. You can't have children with him." Nathaniel's mother Jessica said to Ava. Jessica manipulated Ava Collins into a contract marriage with her son who is a Playboy. Blogger and YouTuber Ava Collins is forced into a three-year contract marriage with billionaire playboy Nathaniel Hargrave after her family secretly accepts billions from his cold, manipulative mother to save their failing business. What's worse? Ava must marry Nathaniel despite their mutual hatred. Thrown into a world of power, wealth, and deception, Ava faces more than just a fake marriage. A green flag longtime crush, a stalker, exes, the media and the twisted dynamics of the rich world which threaten to unravel everything. As sparks fly and unexpected feelings grow, Ava must confront the one question she never thought she’d ask: When the three years are up... will she still divorce Nathaniel Hargrave?

After having success in his own career, Ronald Madrigal's next goal is revenge. Revenge for whoever brutally killed his beloved father. And he knows that whoever killed his father is not an ordinary human being. It is something else, something mysterious and dangerous. And he has someone in his mind. A woman he once adore from the past. Cristine Lumiere is not an ordinary human being. She belongs to a pack. She spend almost her life in serving the alpha of her pack, she loved that alpha that she will do anything just to protect him. But after finding out that the alpha has another mate she felt useless. Because of some circumstances she needed to guard that alpha's mate and that's when she met a guy, a nerdy guy named Ronald Madrigal. As fate slowly pulls them to each other, can they find love in between? Or they'll find each other as enemy? What if fate controls them and gave them bond that everyone can't avoid? Would Ronald still hate her when he knows that he is mated to her?

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I choked out. "You stuck your nose into my private matters," he hissed. "No one can sentence me without proof," I challenged him. He straightened up. Any traces of a smile abruptly disappeared from his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail." He leaned over me again, his stare piercing right through me, "And if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine." My jaw tensed as I resisted an urge to talk back. This wasn't a battle I could win, and this wasn't a man I could win against... How did I get myself into all that mess?! *** My name is Cora Bell, and I'm about to marry Aren Lan, New York's most wanted bachelor. A dream come true? I highly doubt that. The guy is an arrogant, wealthy beyond imagination, asshole. Not to mention that our relationship is based solely on a contract, a contract I was forced to sign when I accidentally ruined this guy's engagement... I used to dream of a simple life. I wanted to graduate from university and work as a software programmer, but my fate chose a different path for me to follow. First, I had to give up on my studies to take care of dear Grandma, and now I'm forced to play the role of a manipulative jerk's loving fiancée! The problem is that my husband-to-be is insanely sexy and enjoys teasing me a bit too much. How the hell am I going to survive being close to him throughout the two years of our fake marriage?!

“I would rather be alone tonight.” I wasn’t prepared to sleep with this man. He had first taken my first kiss and now he wanted all of my body before the day was over. “People don’t tell me no Emily.” His hand caressed my cheeks down to my neck before hovering over my cleavage. “I say want I want and they go ahead and do it.” “What if they say no?” I asked, breathless. His fingers were bringing reactions I couldn’t name, shutting my brain down, his fingers left my windpipe but I felt breathless. It seemed like his fingers became bolder with each breath I took. I didn’t know what his arms were doing behind my back till I felt my gown fall loose. “They never say no,” he repeated, sealing his words with a kiss behind my ears, drawing another gasp from my throat.

Carly's world shattered into pieces when she learned that she's been diagnosed with lung cancer. But that was only the beginning. A shocking betrayal by her own sister and fiancé sent her crashing into the dark pit of despair. With only 150 days to live, Carly's desperation grew. The thought of leaving this world without achieving her dreams, made her heart ache. And In a desperate bid to escape her anguish, She got herself drunk and ended up having a one night stand with a stranger, Steven Knight. Steven Knight, a billionaire and notorious playboy, carried his own burdens—a tragic history marked by his parents' separation and his father's sudden death. These events left him disillusioned, and made him not to believe in friendship, love or marriage. His life was marred by scandal after scandal, and his worried grandfather threatened him to get married or he would strip him of his CEO title. So their fate intertwined when they had a one night stand together, and agreed on a contract marriage to solve each other's problem. And what happens when their feelings for each other began to surface? But both of them decided to hide their growing emotions, because of their past traumas.

At the yacht party, everyone watches as Sophia Montgomery falls overboard by accident, whereas I dive in after her to save her. When I reach her, she clings to me, dragging us both under. Jack Harrison doesn't hesitate to jump in. He pushes me away before pulling her into his arms. Up on deck, the crowd erupts in cheers, applauding the hero for saving the damsel in distress. Camera flashes go off endlessly. Meanwhile, I struggle alone in the freezing ocean to reach the ladder. No one notices me. The next morning, still burning with fever, I place a document in front of him. "I want a divorce," I demand, my voice hoarse from swallowing seawater. Jack frowns. "Just because of last night? Sophia can't swim, and it was an emergency. Since you can, you could make it back yourself." A laugh escapes my lips. Of course. I can only rely on myself. I've been doing it for the past five years. He only has eyes for Sophia, so, of course, he doesn't care whether I live or die.

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

They say every wolf has a fated mate. But not me. I was cursed, mateless, wolfless… worthless. My mates die before they can claim me. One by one, death takes them. And fear makes the others run. So my family did what they thought was best. Sold me off like I was nothing. But then… Two survives. One Mafia Alpha. One Devil. Now I’m caught between a past mate and a devil who would burn the world for me. Again. They both want me. They both burn for me. But only one is mine and only one will survive. Deep down, I'm terrified I know who. And you know too. "When the devil finds his bride, and they two become one. There will be chaos in the world." These words confirmed my fears. Sit tight with your legs soaked in water and pick up MATED TO DARKNESS, cause it'll be a long and fast one.

Kidnapped? In a foreign country?? By a Mafia boss??? What else could possibly go wrong???? Hazel Bae had been looking for something for years but, before finding it, she ended up in a strange situation where she got caught after trying to steal from one of the biggest mafia clan's boss, Valek Vincenzo. *** "Hey!" I yelled but that was all I could say before he slammed his hands on the wall behind me and trapped me between them. "Since you think my kiss sucks." He looked down at me, "Let me show you how good I am at it." "Uh- that." I began to panic. What the hell! That was not the plan. Valek moved his face closer to mine and crashed his lips onto mine. I tried moving him away with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and slammed them on the wall next to my head and continued his act. At first, I was angry and wanted to just pull away but I couldn't. My legs started getting weak and butterflies churned in my stomach as he kissed me deeper. His lips moved artistically, such that it was captivating me. His slow-to-fast movements were perfect to lure any woman into the act. I was wrong. Very wrong. He was amazing at it. His kiss was so good I ended up giving in and kissing back. He let my arms go and placed his hands on my cheeks while I grabbed his wrists. He explored my mouth with his tongue, in places that felt so good I felt my knees go weak. Oh, God... This is bad... This is very bad.