Simply Addictive

When her mother remarries, Elena is ready to embrace a new chapter of life—until she meets her new stepbrother, Elliot. The shock is immediate and painful: Elliot is no stranger. He’s the boy who tormented her relentlessly in high school, the source of her most haunting memories. Just as Elena steels herself for more heartache, she discovers an even bigger twist of fate—she’s been assigned as his secretary in her new job. Bracing for the worst, Elena is stunned by the man she now faces. Gone is the cruel bully who once made her life a nightmare. In his place is someone kind, protective, and determined to make amends. But forgiveness doesn’t come easily. Memories of the past clash with the undeniable chemistry sparking between them, and Elena struggles to reconcile her lingering pain with the man who now treats her like a treasure. Can people truly change? Or is Elliot simply playing another game?

⚠️warning⚠️ this book contains mature content and abuse. This Is the first warning and will not be the last. Andrei Volkov is the head of the Russian Mafia. He's ruthless, dangerous, rich and has every woman on their knees begging for him to take them. He's never loved anyone, since his past has left him unable to do so.Skylar Jones; homeless and without any family. She's the kindest and the most selfless person you will ever meet even without money. One day, Skylar meets two men that work for the Russian Mafia. They offer her job that she has a tough time refusing even with the strings attached.What will poor innocent Skylar do when she meets the Andrei? Will she fall madly in love like the rest or simply think him as another man?WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER STUFF TO SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY THE THOUGHT OF RAPE OR ABUSE, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

Reina Clementine Romano the youngest Romano of the Sicilian mafia and course the most badass. A successful CEO of the Romano's hotel in the day; but at the night she hides under the name The Black Hunter. A professional crazy criminal with talents in every corner of the underground world. The best shooter, body hunter, assassin, fighter, and practically anything you can name. Jax Phoenix Martinez the ruthless and bloody American Mafia boss. Feared by many cops and criminals. He loves seeing his enemies suffer so tortures him for days on end; nonstop. An absolute psycho! He simply doesn't give one damn towards anyone so say the wrong things to him and the rest of your life is not promised. Both are feared and talented in what they do; both love seeing their enemies on their knees begging for mercy; both are beyond the word crazy. What happens when they cross paths? Will the demons rise while the angel falls or will they be intertwined by fate and fate alone?

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

“You're mine, Karen,” he growled under his breath, making her pulse quicken ever so slightly at the possessiveness she could sense in his voice. More than her heartbeat picking up the pace, her breathing grew ragged, and she could feel wetness smearing her panties. It was all she could do not to blush, and thus she averted her eyes because his stare was just much too intense for her senses. Firming her resolve not to give in to his devastating playboy charms, she told him simply, “You wish, Aiden. You wish.” And with that, she turned on her heels and left him staring at her back. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** When the alpha ultra in line, Aiden, meets his mate and match, Karen, he is in for a ride he could have never expected. She isn't in any hurry to believe him... What will happen to them? Read on and find out. Sequel to the Alpha's Seduction

Danelle McKenzie is a very grumpy,cold , arrogant and self-centred intersexual female..She is a very rich woman and a well know business tycoon, owning various businesses including restaurants ,hotels , modelling agency just to name the few..She is still single even at the age of 33 because she simply thinks that love doesn't exist and her past is what led her to be the way she was today.. On the other hand ,we have Anushka Malhotra ,a young Indian woman who is very shy ,kind , respectful ,free spirited and very beautiful..She lives with her father and brother at a small colony..They don't have money but they are trying to survive with the little they have each and every day..She is doing her last year in a local college and she is looking forward to graduate and find herself a good paying job so she could help in providing for her family.. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEIR FIRST ENCOUNTER STARTS ON A BAD FOOT...WILL THEY EVER GET ALONG OR WILL THEIR DIFFERENCES PREVAIL?

“Look at me”, His voice was feral. I didn’t do it immediately but I regretted it later. He angrily grabbed my face, smearing the blood of the man he had killed all over my cheeks. The smell of blood reached up-to my nostrils and a sickening feeling rose in my chest. I turned, meeting with his glare as the blood from his hand smeared around my jaw. My stomach went tight in knots. I stood still, fear running through my blood. THE ALPHA’S OMEGA MATE “Reject you? That’s an easy escape, don’t you think?” his voice was as cold as his eyes, as his heart. “The moon goddess gave me you and I’ll simply pay her for her kindness.” His tone was laced with venom, hatred and disgust. “If she thinks that I can ever accept an Omega as my mate, she’s damned wrong.”

My husband, who's a negotiation expert, allows his intern to recklessly anger some criminals. It causes me, the hostage, to suffer severe injuries in the explosion, and my right leg breaks because of it. Yet, my husband once again issues a letter of forgiveness for her. "My wife, as a reporter, ignored warnings and forced contact with the criminals to get the scoop. The main responsibility lies with her. Kimberly, being a newcomer, should not bear major fault." I don't cry or make a scene. I simply pull out a divorce agreement. However, he sneers at me. "I know you're just jealous and want me to comfort you, but don't cross the line." For the past three years, I've brought up the topic of divorce 47 times, and each time, he treats it like I'm just throwing a tantrum. But it's different this time. His name has already been signed on this divorce agreement. As long as I add my signature to it, it will take effect immediately.

Three days before our engagement, Zach Jefferson called me. “We’ll need to postpone the engagement party by a month. That day is Sienna’s first concert since she returned, and I need to be there. “It’s just a postponement. It’s no big deal.” He had postponed our engagement three times that year. The first time was because Sienna Lynch had been hospitalized with appendicitis. He said he had to take care of her and rushed over. The second time, Sienna said she was feeling down. He was worried she might get depressed and immediately booked a flight to see her. It was the third time. I simply said, “Okay.” After hanging up, I turned to the good-looking and refined man beside me. “Are you interested in marrying me?” Later, during Sienna’s concert, Zach left her without hesitation. With red, teary eyes, he rushed to my engagement ceremony. “Yulia, are you really getting engaged to this man?”

My husband has slept around thousands of times, yet he has never agreed to a divorce. His family calls me a low-class nobody who's unfit to be seen. Five years ago, the first time I asked for a divorce, Hugo Hudson said nothing. He simply locked me inside the villa for a full month. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. Three years ago, I brought it up again. That very night, Hugo returned to his family's estate. Soon after, I was granted the right to see my child once a week. Today is the third time. And this time, I can finally leave. Because I've realized something at last: my child doesn't love me, and my marriage was never real to begin with. I'm no different from the women he keeps outside. When we met again later, Hugo's eyes reddened the instant he saw me.