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This is a slow burn possessive love story with explicit Romance and Innocence. When a Rich billionaire Lycan King falls for his human mate but unable to express his feelings for her because she is unaware of supernatural creatures and their world. He is waiting for his mate form decade's and is unable to control his urges around her. His lycan is pressurising him to make her his and to mate with her.He gets possessive even when she talks to her classmates. But he has to take it slow with her. let's see how long he will be able to control himself around her and how she will respond to him. will she get attracted to him. will their lovestory flourish . How possessive the lycan King gets. Will he make her fall for him and how will she seduce him to the extent of losing control with her Innocence. This is my first time writing a story. I am hoping for the love and support of my audience. I am sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes please ignore them and enjoy the story.

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.

Lauren Young never imagined falling in love with a billionaire CEO, especially her cold-hearted boss Damien Burlington. Despite being just his maid, Lauren is determined to protect his children at all costs for the extravagant salary of $100,000 a month. But when Damien unexpectedly shows her a vulnerable side, Lauren finds herself torn between her love for him and her duty to his family. As outside forces threaten to tear their unlikely love story apart, will Lauren be able to overcome the barriers of their different worlds and prove that true love knows no bounds?

Hiraya is an intelligent and independent girl who is considerate of others, but she has an inferiority complex. She does not accept her appearance, she feels like it is disconnected from her body. Hiraya works in a company owned by Tanashiri's dad, and Tanashiri is a rude and arrogant guy with an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Contrary to popular belief, he just hides behind that mask-there is more to it than people see on the surface. He also does not feel connected to his existence. Little did they know that the past explains why they behave that way.

Groupie: a person, especially a young woman, who regularly follows a celebrity in the hope of meeting or getting to know them.See example Tiffany Wendel: Whore. Slut. Cleat Chaser. I’m used to the names so they don’t bother me. So what if I like to have dirty sex? My body is no one’s business but mine.Why is Rowen Flanigan making me re-think how I live my life? He’s only a rookie.rookie: a member of an athletic team in his first full season in that sport.See example Rowen Flanigan:Player. Son of a legend. Rookie.Sure, I’d heard the stories of the groupies. I’ve just been more sheltered than my teammates. I didn’t expect her to be smart. Witty. Kind. She brings me to my knees in every way.So how did I end up falling for a groupie? And how is this going to work when everyone at my job has had a piece of the one thing I haven’t?Contains explicit content and is recommended for readers ages 18+.Groupie is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal CreativePublishing Signed Author.

The freshman welcome party was loud—music blasting, people screaming over it. Then the external pacemaker on my chest started shrieking. 10 percent battery. Cold sweat hit fast. I always carried a backup. Always. I yanked open my backpack. No heavy medical battery pack. Just a flimsy power bank. One blinking bar.

At dinner, Tiffany White grabs my fiance's phone and spends 100 thousand dollars on a designer bag. She even sticks her tongue at me. "Come on, Meredith. You're loaded. You won't mind such a small amount, right? Shawn and I share everything. His money is my money," she says. Everyone at the table waits for me to lose my temper or smile and let it slide like a saint. Instead, I calmly take out a voice recorder and my laptop from my bag and adjust my gold-rimmed glasses. "100 thousand meets the threshold for criminal filing. Since you said you two share everything, I have to ask—is this embezzlement or an illegal transfer tied to an improper personal relationship? "Oh, and what you just said about 'his money is my money'? I recorded that. According to the supplemental clauses in our prenup and the company bylaws, I'm officially initiating an asset-freezing order against Shawn Harrison." I turn to Tiffany. "Enjoy your free meals in prison, Ms. White." Shawn is livid. "It was just a joke, Meredith. Is it really necessary to ruin me over this?" I hit the "enter" key. "Sorry. In my book, there are no jokes—only bad debt."

"I didn't do anything wrong," I choked out. "You stuck your nose into my private matters," he hissed. "No one can sentence me without proof," I challenged him. He straightened up. Any traces of a smile abruptly disappeared from his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail." He leaned over me again, his stare piercing right through me, "And if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine." My jaw tensed as I resisted an urge to talk back. This wasn't a battle I could win, and this wasn't a man I could win against... How did I get myself into all that mess?! *** My name is Cora Bell, and I'm about to marry Aren Lan, New York's most wanted bachelor. A dream come true? I highly doubt that. The guy is an arrogant, wealthy beyond imagination, asshole. Not to mention that our relationship is based solely on a contract, a contract I was forced to sign when I accidentally ruined this guy's engagement... I used to dream of a simple life. I wanted to graduate from university and work as a software programmer, but my fate chose a different path for me to follow. First, I had to give up on my studies to take care of dear Grandma, and now I'm forced to play the role of a manipulative jerk's loving fiancée! The problem is that my husband-to-be is insanely sexy and enjoys teasing me a bit too much. How the hell am I going to survive being close to him throughout the two years of our fake marriage?!

Aku mendaftarkan anakku ke playgroup dan tak disangka mereka memberiku kartu pijat di spa sebelah. Begitu memasuki ruang pijat, aku terkejut karena terapis terbaik yang memijatku itu melakukan sesuatu padaku….

I'm a dreamer.... I have been dreaming about my best friend for as long as I can remember..... A first kiss has been saved for him.... Now I am 21 years old with secrets and a fake world around me. Can I keep it all from crumbling down? Can I keep the past where it belongs?