Sasori Of The Red Sand

"For years she has taunted me.Living in my home, protecting my father. She is a bodyguard, but she’s also my obsession. Sexy, stunning and deadly. If I could get rid of her, I would. Move on with my life, kill the distraction. Erase Lena from my home and my thoughts.Then the unthinkable happens and the cartel falls to me. The bodyguard becomes mine. I hate her, I want her. And I want her dead. But before I kill my obsession, I will take the years of wanting from her flesh until there’s nothing left.Kiss of the Cartel, Luna & Andres is created by Nikita Slater, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

"Aahh...Honey." A sigh belonging to a beautiful woman named Adine Carika Batari in front of a strange man with the status of CEO. A woman who is not just any woman! This woman with the status of a CEO's mistress has hidden intentions that she wants to carry out in order to take revenge on the people who hurt her. A beautiful body, a beautiful face, is an asset for her to attract men with money. However, Adine needs to find out if the CEO knew the big secret she was keeping. In fact, the woman did not realize that the CEO had managed to trap her into always warming his bed. What were the woman's intentions that she was willing to become the CEO's lover? Can she complete her mission against the people who hurt her? Will the unusual feelings suddenly unite them, or will they never be united?

The day before our wedding, my fiancé invites our family onto a cruise ship. He says he wants to test the authenticity of my feelings for him. He shoves my mother off the ship when the waves are at their choppiest. Then, he jumps into the water, too. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I panic, not knowing what to do. My mother had already choked on a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly. She cried, "Save Adrian first! He can't swim!" However, after I drag Adrian Lawson onto land and go back for my mother, I find that she's already stopped breathing. Adrian watches me cry, his expression frosty. "Drop the act. Your mother was a swimmer when she was younger—how can she be dead? I can't believe you didn't save me first. "Vi is right—you don't love me enough. Our wedding is postponed. It'll happen only after you've reflected on your mistakes and I've received an apology from you and your mother." After that, he leaves while holding Vivian Sinclair's hand. He doesn't know that my mother can no longer swim after a major illness a few years back. He's shoved her to her death.

The day that I divorced my third husband, the system told me that I had completely failed my mission. I had married three times in this world and they were all targets that were supposed to fall for me. But every single one of them chose to divorce me because of Wendy Somerfield. The system pitied me for doing my best for the past 30 years, so it asked me to target my son. It said that if my son could confidently choose me, between me and Wendy, then I could live. However, it was no exception that the son I gave birth to after 40 weeks of pregnancy chose Wendy, just like my three ex-husbands. They all even pinned the cause of Wendy's illness on me. My first husband, who was my childhood sweetheart, pretended to be softhearted, but he was actually ruthless. He actually tried to convince me to donate one of my kidneys to Wendy. My second husband, who I met on a blind date, used a scalpel to personally cut open my body. My third husband, who I fell in love with at first sight, even threatened me with my son. While spitting out blood from my mouth, I agreed to their requests with a smile. However, when they saw me being pushed out of the operating room, those people who turned their backs on me went crazy.

Princess Wendy flees a forced marriage, only to discover her boyfriend's infidelity. She rebuilds her life in Chicago after being banished and disowned by her own family, but she is unaware that her past is about to collide with her present. A new hot professor had been employed in their school and he was the name on every girl's lips, Wendy, who had lost interest in men, was thrown into turmoil when the new hottie turned out to be her jilted groom, George. George, the widower she once escaped, is now a professor on a secret mission. As their paths cross, they are confronted with a tangled web of desire, vengeance, and unexpected connections. When an old flame threatens to expose Wendy's newfound happiness, George must confront his family's dark secrets to secure their future together. Will their love survive the trials, or will the glooms of the past tear them apart?

Initially, I think a little puppy wants to climb the social ladder with his good looks, but I later realize that his skills are… I blush in embarrassment when he asks me how I feel. Despite that, he doesn't let me off the hook. Instead, he keeps pushing me for an answer. "Do you like it, angel? You smell so good. You're so sweet and soft…"

"Let's just say I'm tired of playing games and want to quit this? I want to be close to you because I like you. I want to know if we both like each other or I just misinterpreted your actions?" "No, you're right," she admitted. "But just this afternoon you said I was a complication you didn't need." "Over-analyzing is second nature to me. It helps me more often than I care to count. But not this time." "It doesn't seem like that," she said deliberately. "Maybe you just realized that there is no good chance of success in a relationship with me." "I don't care about the future. The only thing that matters is what's here and what's now." He stepped towards her, then another, until he could almost inhale the scent of her skin. "What can you say, Lara?" He asked hoarsely. "Are you ready to take a risk with me?"

Candace and Daniel have a loveless romance... she had sacrificed her dreams to be a devoted wife, but Daniel kept ignoring her and loving another woman. After the divorce, Camille returned. After two years without hearing from her, Daniel was astonished by her beauty and great talent. From there, a story of remorse and desire begins.

Do you know what he must go through in order to attain her? This is his story; of a most unlikely love and of danger: Willy is a disadvantaged man in New York city— who suffers from amnesia and sadly cannot remember his past; The only thing that he could vaugely remember was his name. He finds himself stranded on the streets as a homeless man. His past shrouded in a deep cloud of mystery; there were deep unresolved questions: Who was he? What had happened and now he is on the streets? One day he met a strange man who proposes to him— a life changing offer: Willy saw that as an opportunity to lead a normal life and to marry the sweet girl of his dreams.

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’