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WARNING: [R18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT She considered herself as Andrew's number one fan. Andrew Scott, a famous actor, and has always been the most beautiful highlight of Lana's fangirling years. She dreamed of seeing and embracing him. She dreamed of marrying him. But she never once thought in her fangirl life that all her dreams and fantasies about Andrew could have even more thrilling and romantic scenes. It was more than what she thought. But it wasn't easy because she knew for a fact they were from different worlds, so she was forced to stay away. But destiny has always had its own way of reuniting hearts set for one another. Because Lana met the young man again three years later. And this time she knew she could do nothing more, but introduce Andrew to Andrea, their daughter. The fruit of a nightly fulfillment of all of Lana's fantasies about her admired actor.

“If you say my name, then I promise to give you a treat.” Isabella smiled coyly, biting her lip while twirling a lock of hair around her index finger. "Dad... why can't we just have sex in your room? Mom's not home, so..." Isabella's words were cut short as her stepfather silenced her with a firm hand over her lips, and in a swift, fluid motion, he spun her around, pressing her face against the wall. "No time for negotiation, my dear." He stated, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I want to fuck you right here, right now. Bend over," he ordered. His palm was still covering her mouth as his other hand roamed downward, slipping past her lips to explore the depths of her body. Isabella gasped! *** Isabella Roland finds her world turned upside down when she was forced to move in with her estranged mother and stepfather after her beloved uncle’s death. On that very day, she broke up with her boyfriend and had a passionate one-night stand with a stranger—only to discover the next day that the man was her stepfather. They swore it would never happen again, but the pull between them was impossible to resist. "But what happens when they're caught in the act?" "Will their forbidden affair destroy everything they hold dear, or will it lead to something even more dangerous and enticing?"

The Alpha King, who was rumored to be ugly and violent, and hides his face under the Golden masquerade mask, sent a letter to my Alpha father. ["Dear Alpha Quinn, I'm writing to inform you that your third daughter, Etizia, is my mate. Send her to me, or face the destruction of your Pack. Sincerely, Alpha Nox.”] I was forced to marry the ugly Alpha King. But to my surprise, the cold Alpha King treated me kindly and with care. How did an Omega wolf like me manage to tame the beast of all beasts? I thought everything was doing fine. However, the Alpha King’s brother turned out to be the handsome wolf who rejected me in the past. Can I stay loyal with my faceless Alpha King husband when my brother-in-law wanted me back as his mate? ** ** The Alpha King leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Are you still considering escaping from me?" I replied, knowing the futility of my answer, "It doesn't matter what I say, you'll never allow me to run." He gently lifted my chin and smiled. "That's the right answer, my Luna. I can shower you with kindness, but I won't tolerate you turning your back on me. NOT AGAIN." With a swift motion, he removed his golden mask, revealing his true identity. My eyes widened in shock as I recognized him.

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

Synopsis He close the expanse between us and I won't lie I close my eyes for a bit because I don't know how it got so hot and steamy between us. His lips touch my jaw, making me tremble. He continues a line of kisses along my jawline and I nod. I know he is right, I have no idea what this is. As his lips touch the spot just below my ear I moan and he does it again, this time sucking the skin. That electricity between us appears again, this time more wild than ever before. Why is this always happening with him? I shut my mind off from my thoughts and wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and in a swift he crash his lips with me and deepen it immediately and all sexual attachment aroused and I felt unsatisfied. His lips move in sync with mine as he eat out my lower lips and I moan out unconsciously. He palm my ass cheek in his hand. He raise me up and I wrap my leg round his torso with no one ready to pull back. He kiss me passionately and it felt like he had always wanted to do this for so long because he poured all his love into it.

Katherine Salazar. A girl from Spain whose life changed the day she first held a knife. She learned early that silence can be sharper than any blade. Her weapon a slender knife, always hidden beneath her clothes. Her adopted parents named her "Ghost Knife". She moved like a shadow—silent, precise, deliberate, clean. As she grew into a woman, her beauty captivated—and haunted— people around her in ways almost impossible to resist. When she took a mission she wasn’t supposed to handle herself, it tore her world apart, everything changed. She was caught by two brutal twin—opposites in behavior, different in power, identical in blood. Instead of ending her life, they chose to use her skills for their own dirty work. But then things got complicated. When both twin fell in love with her. A forbidden love, dangerous and consuming. Her next mission was supposed to be simple: eliminate the twins’ greatest enemy. But the target… was her “dead” father. "Dad?” My voice barely escaped, thick with disbelief, my vision blurred by unshed tears. “Kat?" His voice trembled with shock, more startled than I had ever seen him. In a fluid motion, he lifted his left hand, swift, precise—and the guards froze, stopped as if caught in a web of unseen power. " Y..You , I saw..." My words faltered, the knife quivering in my grip.

"I-I have to go.."| stuttured. "No you don't, you know how much you mean to me Bri how can I let you go?" He looked at me pleadingly with those beautiful orbs which always got me mesmerized "I don't trust anyone after what Jax did, I-I can't trust you Heinrich, I am scared" I replied not totally believing what I just said. I start to turn around to exit the room but he grabs my wrist suddenly as he pulls me flush against him. You are the only girl I have and will ever love, you make me feel things I have never felt before, i am incomplete without you Bri and I love you more than you could ever imagine,I am not and will never be like Jax. He states in a rush which leaves him breathless. I gaze at him unable to utter a single word. There was so much sincerity in his tone and I can't deny it. My eyes wander to his lips and in a swift motion I crash my lips against his. Enjoy the journey of love, drama and let's not forget the cringe with Brianna as she goes through a heartbreak, she finds a hot billionaire and the magic begins.

My son was no longer with us. His heart, while he still breathed, was cruelly harvested and given to someone of influence—Michele Finnen, the wife of Scott Langley. Just because she had heart disease and was powerful, she sent people to snatch my son away. As an orphan and now a single mother, my son was all the family I had. He would curl up in my arms and whisper, "Mommy, don't be scared. I'll protect you when I grow up!" He was the center of my universe. Consumed by a seething hatred for Michele, I craved vengeance. I was determined to reclaim my son's heart myself, ensuring he would leave this world whole. To do that, I set my sights on Michele's husband, Scott. He was still enamored with his first love. But fate played a cruel joke: suddenly, out of nowhere, that very woman experienced a car accident. And the strangest part? I looked almost just like her.

On our wedding day, my wife's first love, Hank Scott, threatened to slit his wrists. She ignored him and went through with the ceremony anyway, until news arrived that he was dead, his blood staining the ground. From that moment on, Shirley Lowell withdrew into a convent, becoming the cold, distant woman everyone knew. In the name of atonement, she forced me to copy the Bible a thousand times and kneel in endless prayer, grinding me down until I was crippled. Bound to a wheelchair, I asked her for a divorce. She refused, saying we owed Hank a debt and had to atone for it together. She used my family to threaten me, keeping me by her side and tormenting me for the rest of my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day. This time, I chose to push her toward Hank. I would become the first love in her heart, the one who led her onto the path of devout faith.

I, Darcy Cowell, have been secretly married to my husband, Frank Winston, for seven years. He is the president of a company and has just hired a new assistant. The new assistant, Johanna Scott, is well-behaved and has a voluptuous figure. Scandalous rumors about her and Frank quickly spread throughout the company. Feeling uneasy, I seek Frank out for answers, only to overhear him telling his good friend over the phone. "I'm not interested in her. My wife, Darcy, will always be my only love." I am filled with warmth and relief at those words. A fire suddenly breaks out at the company banquet, and I get crushed under a falling cabinet. Yet, as my life hangs in the balance, Frank turns to run toward Johanna. When I next regain consciousness, I find that I have survived but lost my unborn child forever. This time, I truly lose all faith in Frank. Our child is gone, and I want him gone from my life as well.