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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

I never imagined selling myself to a stranger, but desperation changes everything. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard last night and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “You get two million dollars as well as protection from the criminal organization looking for you,” he said flatly. My hands trembled in my lap. This wasn’t a proposal. It was a transaction. And I was the product. But I nodded anyway. “Deal.”

***Warning: this book contains explicit content and graphical descriptions. I'll put a disclaimer on any chapter that's 18+ and note that every part of this novel is entirely fictional and will be a coincidence with anyone's*** "You're petite, feeble, and gay. All shades of wrong, and I'll crush you, Rhett." His tone is vile. "Your boner says otherwise, King Kael. I'm a chick with sharp features, full pink lips, sexy, snatched body, small waist, and I'm that dude you want riding you to cloud nine all night!" I didn't stop there. I added. "I'm that proud gay man you're too ashamed to become, and I see how you want to rip through my clothes and fuck me, but guess what? I'll never allow your homophobic ass." He was once a slave without voice or freedom, raped by his master. As if that trauma wasn't enough, he was turned into a vampire by a monster. For seven years, he resisted the transition and abstained from blood until his sister was murdered by witches. All hell broke loose, he drank her blood to take back revenge but the darkness overcame him. His tyranny birthed the Fifth Throne where he ruled with bloodlust and spite... but when a tech-nerd, proud gay man stumbles into his world, an obsession arises. Rhett is everything he despises: unapologetic, troublesome, and accepting of his sexuality. However, when Rhett's life is entangled in a supernatural war between vampires, witches, and hunters, the Vampire King must protect him. But how does one love a man who claims he doesn't love men? Who would rather kill you than kiss you? And what happens when that man starts craving your touch more than blood? In a world full of monsters, such bond doesn't go without spiralling a brutal war.

Blurb: “Rule number one, no harm comes to my daughter. Rule number two, don’t you dare touch me.” Austin’s voice was cold, sharp as ice. “Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Alyssa stammered, nodding without daring to meet his gaze. --- At twenty-two, Alyssa Stewart had her whole life planned out; graduate from New York State University and head to LA to chase her dream of becoming an architect. But when her long-term boyfriend betrays her with her best friend and runs off with their savings, her future crumbles. Penniless and heartbroken, she crosses paths with Austin Hook. A prominent attorney and grieving widower, Austin lost his wife in a tragic accident and now struggles to raise their young daughter alone. When his daughter’s nanny quits unexpectedly, Alyssa, on impulse offers to help, just until he can find a replacement. But what happens when his daughter, Keren, grows attached to Alyssa and starts wishing she could be her mom? Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the ghosts of their past keep them apart? Read this book to find out. The Billionaire’s Nanny by Queenebunoluwa15

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

“Just give in, Catalina,” Theodore urged. No way was I going to. After the worst night of my life, the last thing I planned to do was accept his ridiculous proposal. I mean, who coaches a grown man on how to win his fiancée? “I’ll help you find your son,” he added as I walked away. I froze, his car stopping alongside me. “You need my help as much as I need yours. Don’t be stubborn.” Frustration burned through me. “Why would you want me? Didn’t you see what happened with my family? I’m the villain here!” Theodore stepped out, closing the distance. When his fingers brushed mine, I sucked in a sharp breath. He grinned. “Well, in my story, everyone gets a second chance.” His thumb traced my knuckles, eyes playful but intent. “Even the villain.” ------------------------------------------------------- Catalina Rodriguez has always been the black sheep of the wealthy Rodriguez family. Having lost her mother before she opened her eyes to the world, Catalina did her best to survive even if it meant making a deal with her cunning stepmother. But all that changed when she fell into a trap and almost got thrown from the house. Then she meets Theodore Knight, a very sexy man with blue eyes who needs her help. After saving Catalina from her father's wrath, Theodore is drawn to her wit, charm, and fierce intelligence, which leads him to offer her a proposal; help him win back his ex-girlfriend from his uncle, and in return, he would help her find the son she lost years ago. But one drunken night leads to an even bigger mess: they wake up married. Will Catalina and Theodore really be able to pull through a year pretending to be in love with no strings attached?

It was just another morning commute—until he happened. Across the train aisle sat a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a high-end magazine and straight into a power struggle. His voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, as he chewed someone out over the phone like he ran the damn universe. Arrogant. Entitled. Dressed like a Wall Street god. Correction: he looked like a god. That’s where the charm ended—or so I thought. When the train screeched to a stop, he stood up in a hurry, stormed off… and left his phone behind. Did I pick it up? Yep. Did I snoop? Absolutely. Photos, contacts, a few mysterious texts—I couldn’t help myself. Did I keep it longer than I should’ve, building stories in my head about the man behind the voice? Yeah… I did that too. When I finally gathered enough nerve to return it, I marched into the glass-and-steel fortress he called an office. He wouldn’t even come out to meet me. So I dropped his phone on the desk outside his office door. And maybe—I left a photo on it first. Not exactly the professional kind. What I didn’t expect? A message. From him. What followed were late-night texts that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known. Words became whispers. Whispers turned into fantasies. I was falling—for someone I hadn’t even really met. He and I? Total opposites. Fire and ice. Chaos and control. But when we finally came face to face, it wasn’t just sparks. It was an inferno. What happened next? Let’s just say… falling for him was the easy part. Surviving what came after? That’s where the real story began.

“I, Angelina Rossetti, reject you, Alpha Luca as my mate. You can go ahead to enjoy your new fangled home.” Lucas stepped closer to me, his eyes furious and dangerous. Then, a felt a sharp sensation at my cheek, my head swinging to the side. It took me a second to realise what had happened. He'd slapped me. *** Insults, maltreatments and disrespect have been all Angelina Rosetti has always known. But that's deserving of a poor omega. Getting married to an alpha doesn't change the fact. After learning of her husband's betrayal, Angelina dumps him and searches for a better life. Little does she know, one's shadow doesn't leave them. Thrust into a new world, Angelina deals with a new admirer, the ghost of her past and an enemy with a deadly intention.

They say you never forget your first obsession. Especially when he’s the billionaire bad boy who ruined you. *** I built a new life on grit and ambition after Damian Scott shattered my heart. Seven years later, I’m out of luck, out of work, and definitely out of patience. Guess who’s waiting in the shadows with a smile that could melt steel and secrets sharp enough to bleed? Damian claims he wants to make amends. But the dark-hearted billionaire who broke me is more dangerous than ever—rich, ruthless, and tangled up in forbidden power I can’t resist. I should slam the door. I should run. Instead, I’m trapped in a steamy world of betrayal, obsession, and a love triangle with no rules, where the past refuses to stay buried, and passion burns hotter than ever. There’s someone else circling, too. My best friend, Chase Miller, with kind eyes, steady hands, and the promise of healing. But old scars burn deeper than new hope, and the darkness Damian brings calls to every broken part of me. This time, I’m not the same girl he left behind. I’ll play his game, but only if I can win. The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction is a sizzling billionaire mafia romance for fans of alpha males, strong heroines, and heart-wrenching second-chance stories. High-heat, high-stakes, with a guaranteed HEA. Read now to join the obsession.

He was a Vampire Prince running from his fate. He just wanted to hide… Until he pissed off the wrong Alpha. Blue Creek Town was supposed to be safe ground, neutral territory, a quiet escape for Liam Virell, the last heir of a powerful vampire bloodline hiding from a ruthless coven and a forced mating bond. Armed with masking powder and sharp sarcasm, Liam just wants to survive high school with his secret intact. But secrets don’t sit well with wolves. Especially not with Noah Silvan, the future Alpha of the strongest werewolf pack in town, dominant, dangerous, and absolutely infuriated by the strange, silver-haired transfer boy who refuses to submit. What begins as rivalry turns into a dangerous obsession neither of them understands. And stuck between them is Sylva, Noah’s loyal Beta and best friend, harboring feelings and desires he thinks are forbidden. As bloodlines tangle, instincts flare, and hidden enemies come to light. one thing becomes clear: In Bluecreek, nothing stays hidden forever. Not even the deepest desires. And Liam? He's not the only one with something to lose.