Shameless Tony

“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

Not one. Not two. But three men. All three are connected in one way or the other. As a struggling lady with bills to pay, I had no time for love. I was married off to the son of a billionaire, Grey Blackwood, to help raise funds for my mother's health. That was when I discovered there was more to this world. The perfect luxurious life that I pictured became a nightmare after discovering I was getting married to a cold man. I was treated with zero regard. However, I found a comforter. A man with love in his heart. A man who respects me. Tony, my husband's best friend. Wrong? I know. But what would you have me do? Now tell me why I suddenly became an apple in the eyes of my husband's father, Jacob. My life became a mess after we had sex in his office. I thought I was doing it to cover up my discoveries about my birth parents. But that one time, turned into a story of forbidden romance. This isn't a folktale. My name is Lyla Thompson. And this is the story of my life…

Callie’s life unravels when her father is poisoned, and her own brother and fiancé betray her. Desperate for justice, she turns to mafia boss Tony, only to find herself trapped with him. As Tony battles a deadly illness, Callie must manage his empire while uncovering secrets about his past and also navigates her growing feelings for a mysterious man named Jace. Torn between love, revenge, and survival, Callie faces dangerous choices that could cost her everything. Will she be able to survive it all, or will she discover that this mysterious man is not human? And when the time comes, will she make the right choice about who she will eventually settle down with? A story of love, betrayal, romance and suspense. The Billionaire Werewolf’s Mafia Bride is a gripping and intriguing read that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the final page.

My loud, harsh breaths reverberated in the four walls of his cabin. I didn't realize when he locked me up here and pushed me too far from the door, blocking all my ways of escape. "M-Mr. S-Scott, please, what are you doing?" Cold shivers ran down my spine as I watched the man with horror-filled eyes who was advancing towards me with slow, dangerous steps. A sickening smile marred his lips as he silently relished my helplessness while uncuffing his sleeves. My fear skyrocketed. His husky chuckles ensued, churning my stomach as his shameless gaze lingered on my chest, making me quickly bring my arms to the front. "Something that I should have done before, Cupcake." He drawled out, leaving me shocked to the bone. That endearment. Travis? Dive into the dark and dangerous world of Travis Scott, a man who dupes people with his breathtaking charms and kind personality while confining his demons only to unleash them once he captures the angel he's been looking for years.

One day, in the school's group chat, I accidentally revealed that I was the daughter of Sanfiric Inc.'s chairman. Out of nowhere, Sally jumped in with a scathing remark: [Do you have no shame? Clinging to some random man and calling him ‘Dad' just because you're desperate to be an heiress. Have you lost your mind?] Her accusation left me completely baffled. I didn't even bother responding, but she wasn't about to let it go. She bombarded the chat with photos and videos, all claiming to prove that she was the real heiress. In a video she shared, she was clinging to my father's arm, acting sweet and coy. I stared at the screen in shock, my mind reeling. Before I could even process what I was seeing, the school advisor kicked me out of the group chat entirely. "How could we have such a vain and shameless student? You're a disgrace to the school!" Furious, I whipped out my phone and called my dad. The moment he picked up, I exploded, "Roger Burberry, do you have another daughter I don't know about?!"

“You mean nothing to me,” Andrew declared, his voice icy and final. My heart shattered with every word he uttered. My vision blurred with tears as our beautiful memories flooded my mind. We were in love, we were inseparable. So how did I become nothing to my husband? “Why…why would you say that?” I whispered, my lips trembling from the weight of disbelief. “You shameless cheat! I was bedridden, and you seized the chance to be with another man!” He snapped, his hand tightening around Anna's waist. My eyes darted to Anna, my best friend, “What did you tell him?” I asked, hoping this was all some misunderstanding. She smirked, “The truth.” “You were supposed to help me take care of him. I was going to tell him how I got the money for his treatment. Why would you lie?” I questioned as the feeling of betrayal stung. “Oh please,” she scoffed. “You expect him to believe someone paid you three hundred thousand dollars just to pretend to be their wife? You slept with him, Georgia. That’s cheating.” I staggered back, clutching my head as her words echoed through my mind like chaotic music on repeat. My mouth opened but no words came out. How do you explain a contract marriage to save your dying husband? I sobbed softly as the feeling of betrayal burned the shattered pieces of my heart. It stung deeper than I imagined possible. This wasn't from a stranger. It was from the two people I loved the most. Now, I've got nothing left to lose. And I'll make sure I get revenge for this. No one will be spared!

I sexted him for months, dirty, shameless, anonymous.Then I met him.He’s older, hotter in person, and suddenly everywhere I turn.There’s something in his smirk… like he knows.And when the truth finally slips, I realize I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross.

There is nothing Iris loves more than curling up with a ridiculous werewolf romance, laughing her head off at every over-the-top, cringey scene and swooning at the shameless smut. But one night, partway through an e-novel by a mysterious "Author 456", she chokes on a Doritos chip, dies, and wakes up inside the story as the doomed heroine. Now she’s trapped in a medieval werewolf afterlife with bizarre werewolf laws, dangerously hot Alphas, and plotlines she knows will end in her eventual demise. There’s Alpha Kieran, her volatile, possessive fated mate who’ll tear kingdoms apart to keep her. And there’s Alpha Rowan, the charming first love who still holds a piece of her heart and isn’t afraid to fight for it. Their rivalry is a ticking time bomb that is already threatening to spark a war, and Iris is right in the middle. As if juggling two jealous, dominant Alphas isn’t enough, a human rebellion is rising, and every move she makes could shift the story’s fate. She's got only one goal; to survive long enough to find a way back home before her “tragic ending” catches up to her. Expect heated glances, possessive growls, steamy arguments that turn into even steamier reconciliations, and enough bedroom (and not-so-bedroom) scenes to make you blush in public. This is a laugh-out-loud, heart-racing, smut-laced romance you won’t be able to put down.

I hate him! I hate him so much! How can someone be so freaking annoying, offensive, vulgar and shameless at the same time?! Heaven knows just how much I want to grab that neck of his and snap it into two! I never asked for this! I never asked for a stepbrother! And of all stepbrothers in the world to have, it has to be him! *** I love it when I piss her off! The intense anger and disgust in her eyes when she looks at me… I freaking love it! I'm gonna piss her off so fucking much till she and her bitchy mother realizes that they shouldn't have entered into my life without permission! Of course, not after I finish fucking her into oblivion! He he! *** Sera's Hardin's life took a dramatic turn when her mom miraculously fell in love and got engaged to another man after her dad's passing five years ago. Now she has no choice but to move to New York City to live with her new family. The worst thing about all of this was that she had a stepbrother, the most vulgar, offensive and morally ill guy she's ever seen in her entire life! She hates him with all her might and wants to snap his neck. And he? He hates her too but wants to fuck her into oblivion! That's what he lives for... fucking girls into oblivion. WARNING: This Book Contains Some Explicit Scenes Between Characters That May Not Be Suitable To Some Readers. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.

I was supposed to be a bride. Instead, I was abandoned at the altar and humiliated as the man I loved ran off with my best friend, taking my fortune with him. In one night, my world shattered. I thought my story ended there, but Tony James appeared. He was the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about. A mafia boss who claimed my ex had betrayed him too. He offered me a deal: help him track down the traitor who ruined us both, and he’d give me the revenge I burned for. What began as reluctant partnership twisted into something an erotic romance. Tony was everything I shouldn’t want. He was dominant in bed looking for his submissive, powerful and intoxicating. He taught me to fight, to be sly, to wield allure like a weapon, and in return, I gave him TRUST.