Sin Of Greed

After my boyfriend, Mitchell Cooper, finds out that I've spent 300 thousand dollars on a mug, he demands that I buy his mother a single-level apartment that's worth eight million dollars in the heart of the city. Naturally, I turn his ridiculous demand down in a roundabout way. But this sets him off instead. "Don't be so stingy! My mom will become your mom in the future! What's wrong with showering her with gifts in advance?" Afterward, he records all our expenses that have taken place during our relationship on presentation slides and tells me that we have to split them up. "If you think splitting up our expenses is a troublesome thing to do, then you might as well imburse all of them. You're the rich one, after all. "I've already discussed everything with my family. We'll only give you one dollar as a form of wedding gift. It means 'the only one,' which sounds amazing, right?" Upon noticing my lack of response, Mitchell issues the ultimatum right away. "If you refuse to accept these conditions, then we can call off the wedding. You've already dated me for so many years. I'd like to see if anyone wants a second-hand woman like you." I stare at the long list of expenses that need to be split. I even catch sight of the two-dollar Uber fees that were charged when Mitchell came to look for me in the past. With a smile on my face, I reply, "Okay, then. I don't want a single cent from you in terms of wedding gifts. I'll buy your mom that apartment right now."

What do you do when your brother's best friend catches you masturbating?Ashley Green is consider the goody two shoes who is always hidden in the shadows of her brother, but maybe she isn't much of a good girl as everyone thinks. What do you think Ashley would do when her brother's best friend catches her masturbating? Beg for her dirty little secret to be kept? Be ashamed of herself? Or give in to the underlying sinful desires that strikes her nerves at the sight of the pierced tattooed green eyed?

After I reincarnated, I went to the hospital right away to get an abortion. In my past life, I was suddenly found to be pregnant with fraternal boy-girl twins after a childless marriage of five years. I was told that I needed to abort one, or I could die due to the excess size of the foetuses, but while I hesitated, I heard my son's voice. [Mommy! You have to abort this brat—she's going to kill me! She's been stealing all the food!] [She's not my sister—she's Tina and daddy's bastard! They used black magic to move her here and kill me, while you would treat her like your own daughter… and she can then inherit all the family wealth!] Hearing that, I promptly went to the hospital to abort the twin daughter, keeping the son. But on the day I went into labor, he threw a fit, punching and kicking my room until he finally killed me. And just before I died, I heard him gloating. [Stupid broad! You really believed me and aborted your own daughter! Just die already! I'm going to meet my parents!] When I opened my eyes again, Tina was sitting right in front of me, telling me to abort one of my babies…

One contract. No escape. And a husband who craves control—in and out of the bedroom. Alessia Romano never expected her body would be the price for peace. But when her father forces her into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti—the powerful, merciless don of their sworn rivals—she’s thrown into a world of silk sheets and brutal dominance. Dante isn’t just older, colder, and dangerously hot. He’s a man ruled by one obsession: control through pleasure. And Alessia? She’s his new addiction. Insatiable, possessive, and unapologetically sinful, Dante doesn’t just want a wife—he wants a toy, a temptress, a captive queen. His hunger is endless. His rules are twisted. And Alessia quickly discovers that surrendering to him means losing more than her freedom—it means being owned. But in a world drenched in power, betrayal, and lust, can obsession turn into love… or will it burn them both alive?

BLURB: She was supposed to be a mistake. Now, she's his wife… his greatest sin. A drunken night at a Valentine's party leads to a one-night stand between Damian, the son of a billionaire, and Selena, the daughter of the family chef. Waking up in bed with her is the beginning of his nightmare. When Damian's father catches them in a compromising position, a lie is told to save the situation, but it drags them into a Arrange marriage. Trapped in a loveless marriage, Selena is forced to be with a man who mocks and taunts her—yet can't resist her. With enemies lurking in the shadows, Selena must fight for the love she shares with Damian. Just as their love story blooms, a past neither of them saw coming knocks on the door, threatening to destroy everything. Damian wasn't supposed to be her husband. He was the one man she should never… love. Will Selena and Damian fight for what they love, or will they watch everything they've built wither because of one secret? Find out in TASTE OF SIN

Min was raised to rule a criminal empire soaked in blood, silence, and obedience. Jun was never supposed to survive in that world, too soft, too defiant, too human. Min despises Jun and the feeling is reciprocated, but they are bound by family and it all comes to head by the dissapearance of the Chairman. A quiet mafia war begins to surface, Jun is pulled back into Min’s territory, his house, his rules, his shadow. What begins as obligation turns into control. What starts as protection becomes obsession. Min knows Jun is a liability. Jun knows Min is a monster. Neither can seem to let go. In a world where loyalty is enforced with violence and weakness is punished, desire becomes a weapon. And loving the enemy, especially one you call family, may be the most unforgivable crime of all.

At 16 years old, I travel with my sister, Sarah Barnes, to the remote mountains of Nectar Valley to participate in a program. While herding cattle in the mountains, I fall asleep. In my drowsy state, I hear strange panting and gasps. Thick fog has somehow risen throughout the forest by the time I wake up. Suddenly, Sarah's anxious voice calls out from within the fog. I'm about to respond when someone suddenly covers my mouth with their hand. A voice whispers in my ear, "Don't answer. That's not your sister. It's the Temptress!"

"Ah... go easy, my husband is calling." My cheeks flushed bright red as I grabbed the phone and accepted the video call. On the other end, my husband, Trevor Chambers, stared intently and began rattling off a list of instructions. He was completely unaware that just out of view, a young man's head was busy nuzzling between my thighs.

WARNING: CONTAINS MATURED CONTENT. Please be guided accordingly. *** Love is a piece shit, that's what Bea Compassion believes. She thought that marriage will end happily ever after not until her fiancee didn't show up on the day of their wedding. And the jerk even sends a note saying that "SORRY, BE HAPPY." With all the gasps and disbelief sounds of the guests, she ran away from the church where many people witnessed her unsuccessful wedding, thanks to her fiancee. She's too broken at that day and she cried a thousand tears because of her asshole ex-fiancee. Remembering those years, Bea learned her lesson. Men are all the same, they are all jerks and assholes. She doesn't want to experience that kind of pain again, to do that, she will protect her heart using her brain. She became numb and an untouchable person Three years have passed and she became A BITTER WOMAN. Can someone from the past melt her frozen heart?

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.