S A V A G E Unscramble

Charles Dickson will transfer five million dollars to me every time he cheats. After three years of being together, I've saved enough money to last a lifetime. This time, he transfers ten million dollars to me. I immediately pack my things and make a run for it when I see the money in my account. By the time he tracks me down, I've started a career as a teacher. He looks disdainful. "Enough of this nonsense. What can you teach them?" I run my mouth. "I'm using my experience to teach young women how to find a rich, generous husband who's always away from home, of course!" That strikes a nerve. His eyes turn red with rage as he snaps, "Am I nothing but a teaching tool to you, Chloe?" "Of course not!" I say. Before he can feel pleased, I continue, "At most, you're a failed specimen because you always come home…"

What is it you truly desire? Is it money? Is it power? Fame? Perhaps you lust for passions of the flesh? Well I have all of those and more. Money I could burn, a repertoire that would make me your favorite celebrity green with envy, and an empire that comes with unlimited snatch as a perk. See a guy like me could make a nun get on her knees for far more than just prayer but it comes at a price. A gift and a curse I always say. My name is Jason Sanders better known as “The Sex Doctor”. Now, of course, mines isn’t the life you envision for yourself when they ask you what it is you want to be when you grow up but my life - as seemingly perfect as it was – changed the day I met…. HER.

"Halo istriku, aku mengalami masalah di antique street, sebuah vas pecah mereka menyuruhku membayar ganti rugi 16 milyar." "Apa?" 'sungguh sial menikahinya,'

"Don't KILL me! I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your baby!" I cried, begging my husband, Alpha Daniel, in the hope of evoking his mercy. A year ago, I, Cynthia, rejected my true mate, the Lycan King, and chose to marry my true love, the rogue Daniel, not thinking I would end up in such a miserable situation. "Kill her NOW! " growled Jenny, my adopted Omega sister. What happened next looks pretty absurd, but it's true. Daniel killed me, but I was reborn and turned back to a year ago when I was not yet married to Daniel. The Moon Goddess gave me a chance to start over to change the miserable fate of my previous life. At this time, Jenny was still a well-disguised bitch. "Fxck off! Get away from me!"I slapped Jenny in disgust. In this life, I'll kick all the bastards out of my pack! I will marry the Lycan king and become the most dazzling Queen. But what if the king wants to reject me as revenge? ----- "If I become your husband, I won't be satisfied with just one kiss. " The Lycan King said in a low voice. "I see. "I unbuttoned my chest as The Lycan King watched. My white breasts gradually revealed. They were full and rounded, of the purest color and sexiest allure. I blocked my two rosebud-like nipples with my arm. "Put your arm down. " The Lycan King ordered. I hesitated, then covered his hand on my breast. The Lycan King's hand subconsciously closed, and I couldn't help but groan. "Please enjoy my body, your majesty. " ***** New book -- 9 Mates!Possess Their Mute Slave

"NOOO...please......stop......this....." she screamed like a lunatic. She looked at him with her teary eyes "How.....could.....you......do......this......to.....me?I....I.....love....youuuu.....We.....loved.....each.....other.....then why??" she asked while bawling. "Dami...what.....are...you....doing....Is this some twisted prank?..... please stop" she pleaded. He laughed hysterically like an evil incarnate. He yanked her hair.....and said "You are a fucking whore and I will never let anyone like you be my wife... I had all my fun with you baby-girl. That's all it is." he whispered the last part only for her to hear and winked with a wicked smile. She pulled his collar and yelled "I am not a whore Damon. You know....I don't know what made you think all that.....but you are wrong Dami.....mark my words..... you will regret this." she snapped at him. He pushed her like trash in front of everyone and left her alone. But after five years she came back like a tornado to shatter his life to make him repent of his brutality. Shefali D'Souza an eighteen-year-old girl, a pure soul who was very ambitious, an epitome of beauty, her sassy attitude and her dimpled smile could make anyone crazy for her. Damon Knight the sole heir to a influential-powerful family and business Empire. For the world, he was a renowned boxer, a businessman and the most eligible bachelor. But in reality, he was a true devil in human skin, a sadistic playboy, who destroyed an innocent soul. Her sassy attitude and mesmerizing beauty captured his heart. His piqued interest soon turned into obsession and without even him realizing it, he fell in love. A love that destroyed a lot of lives.

23-year-old Megan Spencer is on the brink of giving up on love after her break up with her fifth ex-boyfriend. That was the plan- until she met Mr. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos after entering his car uninvited. And worse? He’s literally one hallway away from her apartment unit.What about plan B, though? Nope, there isn’t any.

Elara spent her life being treated like dirt by her own pack until one night changed everything. She ran… and ran straight into her fated mate. Zane Blackwood. Future Alpha. Powerful. Dangerous. And the same man who rejected her the moment he realized she was just an omega. Now Elara’s pregnant, hiding in a rival pack, and trying to rebuild her life. But Zane wants her back and he’s willing to start a war to claim what’s his. Caught between the freedom she’s finally found and the mate she never stopped feeling, Elara must decide if love is worth returning to the life that nearly destroyed her. But Zane isn’t the only threat waiting. With betrayals closing in, a dark force rises, and Elara soon learns: destiny doesn’t bite once. It devours.

Everyone knew I, Isabella Marino, was Vince Moretti's greatest weakness—the one thing the mafia boss would never tolerate being touched. Years ago, when I was kidnapped, Vince disarmed himself at gunpoint, risking death to get me back, even paying his entire fortune for my ransom. To keep me from harm, he walked a razor's edge, navigating danger at every turn. After I got pregnant, he waited on me hand and foot, barely letting my feet touch the ground. There were rumors that he kept a pampered mistress outside—some woman he spoiled rotten. I never believed them. But then she flaunted herself in front of me. To beg for my forgiveness, Vince cut off his own finger. The next day, that woman slapped her pregnancy test results in my face, sneering, "Vince wanted a baby with me so badly, he just couldn't help himself!" I was already frail. The shock and rage sent me into a miscarriage.

Rubbed off her innocence and left broken by a handsome young man at the bar she worked at, Amelia stanford discovered that she was pregnant for an unknown, since all he left behind was a wrist watch. Weeks later Amelia discovered that the wrist watch belonged to a Billionaire in the city she lived. That was when realization hit her that the owner of the wrist watch was the father of her unborn baby. Eyes opened, Amelia confronted the young man regarding her unborn but he denied it and kicked her out, nevertheless she wasn't going to give up since it was her only chance of survival. What does fate have in store for Amelia? Do you think she can win over the powerful billionaire? More importantly, do you think he will accept the baby?

After three years of relentless pursuit, I finally won over Logan—a guy who had never shown the slightest interest in women—and he cherished me like I was his entire world. On the eve of our wedding, I accidentally overheard one of his friends teasing him, "Logan, are you really ready to step into the grave of marriage for Bella? And what about Joann? She's chased you for so many years. Don't you feel anything for her?" Logan's voice was cold. "If we hadn't grown up together, I wouldn't even want to see Joann's face. She could never compare to Bella, ever." So, I held onto dreams for our future, and I married him. Two years later, at our daughter's hundred-day celebration, Joann came to me in tears, claiming her baby had leukemia—and that only my daughter could save her baby. Logan's eyes reddened instantly, and without hesitation, he sent our daughter into the operating room to have her blood drawn. I struggled in the bodyguards' grip desperately, crying and pleading, "Logan, Lily is still so little. She can't take this. She'll die! Please, use the cord blood I stored for her. I'm begging you, let her go." He kicked me aside. "It's just a bit of blood. Joann's baby is dying, and you're still this selfish? Get out!" When the surgery was over, he tossed a divorce agreement at me. "Joann's child is mine. I have to give them both a name, and I'm taking her abroad for treatment." I stared at my silent, motionless daughter in the operating room, my heart turning to ash. "Fine." Six years later, Logan saw me in a baby store, holding the hand of my five-year-old son. Logan reached out with a pained look, trying to pick him up. "Why did you cut Lily's hair so short? She looks like a boy. What were you thinking?"