Rekindling An Old Flame

"W-wife?" “its okay to see me and treat me like trash,I’ve lived with that knowledge for years. Even if you hate my presence so much, why do you want to marry me off to some guy I didn’t know existed until this moment?’’ Camila couldn't fathom marrying at such a young age. "I can't believe you're going to make me marry someone like her," Leonardo muttered to his father, his voice dripping with contempt. "She's nothing more than a child. Just look at her, she looks like she’ll break any moment from now. And for God’s sake she looks naive" With Leonardo storming out in anger, the atmosphere grew tense. "Why do you and Mom hate me so much?" Camila cried out, her tears flowing freely. "You've locked me away in the back house for years, and now you're forcing me into marriage without my consent!" .................>>>>> Camilla's sole desire has always been to experience love and receive fair treatment from her family. However, her world takes a drastic turn when her family arranges a marriage with the seemingly uninterested and arrogantly indifferent Leonardo. Will they defy the odds and make their marriage work, or will they ultimately conclude that the endeavor isn't worth the struggle? Embark on a journey with Camilla and Leonardo . p.s one of this book's trope is slow burn romance

"I'd rather die than watch you sit on the throne of Camelot with that wolf!" Nadia's once sweet mother stated in fury. She had not been this way until after she got pregnant for the king's brother. Now she would stop at nothing but to see that Her dignity and long time secret is protected, even if it meant preventing the heir to the throne from taking her rightful position. But pleasure and esctacy cannot be curtailed, expecially when it is on one's Beck and call…. One cool evening she couldn't help but lustfully savour the body of her lover, letting him do to her as he pleases. But Nadia storms in on them with an important message and is shocked to see her mother The Queen making out with her uncle…

Emerald Greene, a teacher with a broken heart, is rescued from drowning by a mysterious man. They start a no-strings-attached fling, but Emerald's world turns upside down when she discovers he’s the father of one of her students. Torn between being a mistress or letting him go, Emerald faces a choice that’s even harder when she realizes she needs him for revenge against her ex. Will she stay for love or leverage?

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.

Heute ist unser dritter Hochzeitstag. Das Abendessen ist fertig... aber er ist immer noch nicht zurück. Unsere Verbindung war nie aus Liebe, sondern nur aus einem Missverständnis. Drei Jahre ohne Kind, eine feindliche Schwiegermutter, ein distanzierter Ehemann und trotzdem liebe ich ihn noch. Vor drei Tagen habe ich erfahren, dass ich schwanger bin. Heute Abend hoffte ich, ihm die Neuigkeit zu verkünden. Dann kam eine Benachrichtigung, die alles zerstörte: ein Foto von ihm, wie er meine Schwester küsst. Ich erkannte den Ort. Ich nahm meine Schlüssel.

Ich sah, wie mein Gefährte in unserer Hochzeitsnacht jemanden tötete. Lucienne Fisher hat siebzehn Jahre der Sklaverei überlebt, doch nichts konnte sie auf Jonas’ Verrat vorbereiten – gezwungen, den Mord an seinem Vater zu gestehen, oder Schlimmeres als den Tod zu erleiden. Als sie der Klinge des Henkers entkommt, wird sie an den einen Alpha verkauft, der gefährlicher ist als ihre schlimmsten Albträume: Azrael Devilmoore, der verfluchte Schattenwolf. Gezeichnet von einem Blutrausch-Fluch, der ihn langsam verschlingt, bietet Azrael einen Handel an: Spiele für ein Jahr seine Gefährtin, hilf dabei, ihr ehemaliges Rudel zu zerstören, und gehe frei. Doch Freiheit hat ihren Preis. Je näher sie sich kommen, desto leiser wird sein Fluch – und desto lauter schreit ihr Herz. Manche Geschäfte werden aus Verzweiflung gemacht. Andere sind vom Schicksal geschrieben. Und manche werden die Welt in Flammen setzen.

She has a debt He needs a bride; They hate each other, but they will marry; Harper Ross's life has never been easy. Raised by an absent mother and a violent stepfather, Harper knew pain before she even understood what the feeling meant. However, even in the face of all the difficulties, the talented and determined pastry chef never gave up on achieving her goals. And when everything seemed to be falling apart, an arrogant and powerful man entered her life and radically changed her fate. Liam Specter is a wealthy and powerful businessman who runs one of the largest construction companies in the country. He is an arrogant and unscrupulous man who is willing to do anything to maintain his empire, even if it means marrying a woman he barely knows to keep up appearances. At first sight: hatred, contempt, and incompatibility define the relationship between Harper and Liam. But living together will make them see each other differently. However, a lie will put everything at stake. If love can endure all, is it capable of overcoming rejection?

Sophie is a culinary prodigy pulled five centuries back in time by the blood-stained journal of Alpha Alaric. She wakes trapped in the net of the most feared tyrant Alpha King who views her not as a woman, but as a vengeful spirit sent by the moon goddess to destroy him for defying a sacred ritual. Alaric is ready to spill her blood until a single taste of her cooking, the exact flavor of his late mother’s recipe shatters his resolve. Spared from death, Sophie must sate the Alpha’s fury with a deadly ultimatum: cook a new masterpiece every day, or face execution. As she navigates the ancient court, she realizes the tragedy she’s entered, history says Alaric dies in a civil war triggered by his quest for vengeance. Will she find the journal that changed her life and return home, or will she sacrifice her future to save a King whose death is already written in blood?

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."