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~HEAVEN~ I shouldn't have been there that night. Call it coincidence or bad luck, whichever, it had cost me my life. I was just a mere omega slave, weak and disregarded by everyone around me until that fateful day, the day I finally got noticed, and it became my last. *** Heaven Raymond lived a quiet life as a palace maid, until the day she witnessed a murder scene which led to her own untimely death. She was given a second chance at life and a chance to get her revenge but on the condition that she does not fall in love with the Lycan king, who turned out to be her mate. Can Heaven resist the doting Lycan king's affection and complete her mission, or will her heart waver, leading her to a reality she had once escaped?

#SMUT SCENE #EROTIC SCENE I stared deeply into his eyes, hoping he would stop me if he regretted it, but nothing—just an empty void. "My dignity is most respected, as is that of my child, Luci... Lucian..." "It's Alpha Lucian to you now; if I were you, I wouldn't cross me." He gritted his teeth, and I found myself swallowing hard. "Okay, Alpha Lucian Pascal, I reject you as my mate and Alpha. I'll address you informally and by your name. I shall hold no connection to this pack, its members, nor to you. I hereby free you from this hideous bond to mate with whoever you see fit and make them your Luna." I bit down on my lips, trying to stop the tears from spilling out, my grip tightening on my dress as I felt my legs wobbling from intense pain. But above all, I waited for him to come back to his senses, to ask me to stay, to apologize... "I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack and never want to see you anywhere near me or my pack. I also accept your rejection; you now cease to be my mate." Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way. I expected Lucian to save me from falling, but he only stood there, watching me. My instinct kicked in, and I grabbed onto the desk, trying to steady myself as the tears I was trying to hold in slid down my cheeks. Immediately, I darted outside, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I hate you... I wanted to, but it was clear: I loved you. I loved the wrong one.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

"What do you think, Kenzo? Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?" Three weeks and four days ago was their 7th year wedding anniversary, and she wasn't available, she was never available, not for the first, second, fifth, nor sixth. So, why was she here now? After years of living totally apart despite being married, their main focus was their company, or at least, hers. They married for love, people think they didn't, they think it is a contract marriage, they married for love, or maybe just him. He married her because he loved her and he thought she did too, but maybe he was wrong. Why was she here now? This is a short, fast-paced romance designed to keep you hooked from the first page to the last.

Blurb... Olga a sweet beautiful Polish girl, has a huge crush on the son of a family friend by name Zane, a ruthless scillian mafia boss. Despite the fact he always ignored her. She has her eyes and heart on him ever since they where kids. Her hearts get shattered when she hears that he is getting married to his girlfriend Julia. But still she decides to attend the wedding to at least see him for the very last time before he gets married. On getting to the wedding it happens to be that the bride doesn't show up, due to some lackadaisical character of her's and Mr and Mrs Harrison after seeing how many guests sitted already for their son's wedding. Couldn't help but find an option for him. And guess who was the option??? Did they live happily ever after??? Did he see and love her as his wife???? Did he really feel anything for her despite the fact he always ignored her??? Read and find out.... Characters Protagonist Name:Zane Harrison. Age: Middle aged. Personality: Wise, kind and strong willed. Physical description: Tall, dignified, blue eyes and authoritative. (Apparently every woman's dream) Back ground: A scillian mafia born into wealth. Conflict: Struggles hard within himself to suppress what he feels for Olga and instead goes ahead to get married to someone who he feels totally nothing for out of desperation and pride. Antagonist Name: Olga Kowal Age: 24 Personality: Curious,naive and independent. Physical description: Slim, blonde hair, Tall and beautiful Background: Daughter of a wealthy up and doing clothing business man. Whose father also happens to be close business associate with Mr. Harrison Conflict: Struggles with her own prejaudices, misunderstanding's and situation fate has put her.

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

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Cora’s life takes an unexpected turn and she finds herself torn between survival and betrayal. Devastated but determined to navigate back her life, she colluded with Keith, her once childhood crush and now a successful billionaire. In order to bring down Elliot, Keith's father, she got entangled with Keith in an arranged marriage. However, as their relationship develops, she must navigate her growing feelings for Keith while also protecting herself from the dangers that surround them. Will she be able to protect herself and her developing relationship with Keith while also solving the mysteries laid in front of her. Cora noticed the difference in how Keith acts towards her and that made her set a trap. She discovers he has a twin who lives in the basement of his house and impersonates him. She was in love with Keith but now she has to discern who she is truly in love with. Keith or his twin, Ted. The day Keith was to confess his love to her, she was stopped by Elliot who told her Keith was adopted and that he was the son of that former international smuggling ring who he killed. He also told her he found out who sent the assassins to her before the wedding and that it was Keith himself. He had the whole scene staged. Ted on the other hand also fell in love with Cora and wanted her for himself. Seeing as she chose Keith, he decided to rape her and make her pregnant with his child. That way, she would be stuck with him. Cora got a strange call from her mother. Denouement Cora's mother called to inform her of her father's death. Keith confronted Elliot and told him he knew he was adopted and that he was aware he killed

Tiffany, a bold, unapologetically Black woman with a mouth that rarely misses, suddenly finds herself trapped inside a tragic romance novel-as the second female lead, Deja Moreau. Her mission? Break off her engagement to one of the wealthiest men in the story, either become the most beloved or the most hated character, and walk away with a cool $20 million. Sounds simple... right? However her inner thoughts are suddenly not-so-private, and the story's main characters aren't following the script. Can she cause enough chaos to escape this love story with the bag? Or will the book rewrite her instead?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.