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Serena Judd is a mess when she's taken to the hospital after being harassed by a freak. As she waits in the corridor for her turn to see the doctor, she sees Justin Farrow with his arm around a young woman. He's coaxing her gently. With a raspy voice, Serena looks at Justin, the guy she has been on and off with for years. "Didn’t you get my text?" "It's Candice's birthday, so I can't upset her. Besides, who knows whether you actually ran into a freak?" He frowns, looking disdainful. "Were you violated?" Serena's blood runs cold at his words. She tenders her resignation the following day, but Justin isn't bothered. He says, "She's more obedient than a dog. She'll come back to beg for forgiveness without me even saying anything." This time, however, Serena leaves without hesitation. … Half a year passes. Justin sits in his car and dials a number he's already committed to memory. As soon as the call is connected, he says tensely, "I miss you." All he hears is a snort. "Why are you disturbing me in the middle of the night with a love confession, Mr. Farrow? You should be asleep." Justin snarls, "Where's Rina? Tell her to answer the phone!" Wilson Quade looks at Serena, who's lying beneath him, her eyes gleaming with desire. He smirks devilishly and says, "We're busy, Mr. Farrow."

His dark eyes spoke a lot while roaming her body ditching their shame. She shuddered from the weird disgust feeling of his nasty stare piercing her pride to no end, soon her body and mind became numb when she heard him. "Strip!"The male whispered in her ear, resulting in his husky voice to become huskier. His aura was so tragically dark and dominant that the girl felt her knees weakening because of his bizarre declaration.She moved a bit back from the close proximity as she felt her breath halting because of his sudden intimacy."Scared aren't you?" The male asked mischievously witnessing her face losing its every color, not caring what he demanded from her. His stare was burning her entire being as she felt her self respect tearing apart. She was looking around the people present in the room with a hint of shame and obvious anxiousness."Are you being nervous now? You didn't hesitate to slap me in front of them then why are you being so shy now." He spat those words like fire without any shame with only one attention, to bring her down and smash her composure in front of everyone.Her sparkling eyes attracted him to no limits. His dominance dragged her in his deep dark world, his egoistic aura took away that shine. He made her surrender to his sinful desires unwillingly...

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

“You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?” Paige’s voice trembled quietly. Leonardo D’Angelo, her boss, the man she’d spent way too many nights secretly pining over, was holding her by the shoulders. His eyes beseeching. Paige, I know this might come as a surprise to you,” Leonardo’s voice was softer, almost hesitant. “But I need you to be my fake fiancée.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. This had to be a joke. “I—what?” she stammered, staring at him like he’d grown another head. “It’s only for three to four weeks,” he pressed, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders. “I’ll pay you double, or a vacation, whatever you want. Just say yes.” Paige opened her mouth to refuse, because this was insane, but the look in his eyes stopped her. For once, the arrogant, self-assured Leonardo D’Angelo looked… vulnerable. “Please,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. She should have said no. She should have walked away. Instead, the word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. “Yes.” The relief on his face was immediate, but Paige’s stomach twisted with nerves. What had she just agreed to? And yet, somewhere beneath the chaos, was the dangerous thrill of being the woman by his side.

(Completed) He rolls his eyes, "Quit acting like you aren't absolutely aware of everything you have been doing with your eyes for a while now." "I'm not," I insist, my eyes trying to stay focused on him "lusting over you is different from doing the deed, and I haven't forgotten what you have done." He makes his way over to me and stops only when his body is a few inches away from mine and I can literally feel the heat coming off of his as I try to stay still. "Then punish me, chain or tie me up, whip me with whips, slap me, kick me, scream and call me names if you want and take your frustration out on me. Let me try to make it up."

Elena didn't expect the drastic turn her life took in just one night. From discovering she was getting married, in place of her sister, to a mystery man, to bumping in on her unremorseful boyfriend cheating on her. Miserably, she agreed to take her sister's place. She thought she knew all what to expect and she prepared herself for it; a boring loveless marriage. Her soon-to-be husband was an extremely wealthy son of the Walton's but the rumors deemed him bedridden. He was also crippled and with a face scarred with burns. Elena thought she knew how their relationship would go until she eventually dived into it. Not only did the mystery ugly Billionaire turn out to be her worst nightmare and nothing like her thoughts, but he also had more secrets that would leave Elena wishing she hadn't judged too quickly. But there was no escape route for her now... *** His eyes narrowed as he stared at my nude figure, like a predator staring at his prey. "I've been gentle for you too long. And you've been a bad girl. It's time I mark you, and show you who you belong to now." "I'm yours, Master. I know I'm yours-" My voice was shaking as I knew this dangerous man wouldn't allow me to disobey him. I'm his bride as well as his personal slave. "I need you to prove it to me," he rasped near my ears while holding my hands to touch his desire, "Show me."

"I reject you! Lucas Archer Farrow from the White Walkers Pack! From now on, I will be nobody's Luna but myself!" The youngest multi-billionaire Alpha in werewolf history turned out to be a woman. Leah Lewyn walked out of the airport in low profile and was immediately surrounded by hundreds of paparazzi. "Why did you reject your ex-husband, Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers?" a reporter asked. "Are you kidding me? I've got my own wolf pack to run and a gazillion-dollar fortune to inherit," she replied. "Is it true that you're currently having affairs with 8 young actors at the same time?" another reporter inquired. "Give me a break," Leah rolled her eyes and chuckled. "They're young aspiring contract models." She barely finished her words before someone walked out of the crowd and stated in a cold voice, "She is currently having an affair with no one else but me, her one and only ex-husband." "Miss Lewyn, I've got a wolf pack to run and a gazillion dollars as well. Why don't you come and be my Luna, so you can inherit my money?"

Chloe was just 16 when her parents woke her in the middle of the night with their screams. When she went to see what was wrong there was a tall figure in the dark, standing on its hind legs yet looked like a beast with piercing amber eyes staring down at her parent before slashing though them. Chloe screamed and when they caught eyes something screamed to her to "RUN". So she ran, out the back door and into the woods behind her house. The voice in her head screaming to her to keep running and so she did, as fast as she could without looking back. Suddenly she could hear something running towards her, getting closer and closer till she was finally caught. Screaming and thrashing as best as she could til hearing a voice telling her to calm down. She looked up at him, he looked concerned and she was terrified. Panicking, looking around her and seeing nothing but darkness except this man holding her, she passed out in his arms. He looked down to her, brushing her hair from her face, lifting her and carrying her to the pack doctor. He could sense her wolf but was unsure of where she had come from.

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.

After being betrayed by her boyfriend and stepsister, Faye Brown married a hotel waiter on a whim. For a while, she thought her life would turn out to be yet another clichéd script of a rich beauty rescuing a poor guy from the trenches of poverty before her husband, Cedric Shaw, turns out to be a billionaire instead. As their true identities gradually unveil, Faye and Cedric find the realities they once knew and believed unraveling at its seams. How much of what they thought was true are, in fact, lies? More importantly, could this impromptu masquerade be a quest for true love instead?