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At two in the morning, when the pack elders' urgent summons came, I had just crawled out from beneath my childhood sweetheart, the Alpha heir Slade. My body was still aching from his rough possession. As the only human healer in the entire Blackwood Pack, I was ordered to prepare herbs as a gift for Slade's marriage alliance with the Thorne Pack. I gently lifted Slade's arm from where it was wrapped around me. After a night of passion, his powerful Alpha body was still radiating a feverish heat. I assumed this was just another wolf princess he needed to turn away, so I poked his chest playfully and asked with a smile, "Slade, what excuse are you going to use the 99th time? That you've suddenly developed an allergy to the princess?" He rolled over and kissed my forehead, his eyes heavy with sleep. "My sweet girl, this time the herbs must be prepared by you, and you alone. The success of this alliance rests on your shoulders." I froze. For the past ten years, I had been his secret solace, the one who soothed his violent rages every night. I thought I would earn a formal bonding ceremony, sooner or later. But in that moment, I understood. I was just a convenience, a body for him to use. If that was all I was to him, then I would burn everything we had to the ground. I made a call to my old mentor at the National Institute of Medicine, Professor Sterling. "Professor, that research position regarding gene... is it still open? I'm ready to return to the human world." But when that arrogant Alpha, who claimed we were 'just friends' and 'strictly professional,' discovered he could no longer catch even a faint scent of me in the air, he completely lost his mind.

His breath hit my mouth first. Warm. Shaky. Too close. Then Alex whispered, “Let go of me…” But his hands stayed on my chest. His fingers curled into the fabric like he needed something to hold onto. The thunder outside cracked, but it was nothing compared to the storm in his eyes. I tried to step back. I really did. But he moved first. Alex’s forehead touched mine, just lightly, like he didn’t realize he was doing it. His breath trembled against my lips. I felt every inch of him, every line of heat, every fight he was losing with himself. “You should hate me,” he whispered. “I do,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like hate at all. His lips brushed mine. Barely. A ghost of a touch. It burned. Alex swallowed hard. “Then why are you trembling?” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Because you’re too close.” He gave a slow, dangerous smile. “Then stop me.” I didn’t. ◇♧♡♧◇ Blake Silver enters Midnight Academy to prove himself and bring down the Thorne bloodline for good. Alex Thorne is everything he hates, everything he fears becoming, and everything he cannot stop looking at. Forced to train together, live together, and survive each other, their rivalry grows hot enough to burn. But when a stormy night ends in an accidental kiss, one truth rises like lightning. Their parents are hiding something about their past, something that ties Blake and Alex closer than enemies should ever be. If your sworn rival might become your stepbrother… would you still want the next kiss?

As I turn to march out of the room, my feet stop and my breath hitches. "Bryanna. Why…” I whip back around and glare at them. "You aren't to use that name in public. Only when we are in private and alone.” Jacob flashes me a crooked smile. His eyes sparkle as he waves his finger around in the air. “We are alone. It is only us three in here.” He rests his arm on the table and gives me a cheesy grin, almost daring me to slap it off him. His t-shirt stretches tight against his muscular chest and accents his well-defined muscles. He has a true alpha body. The sparkle in his light brown eyes shimmers as he leans forward. In a deep, husky voice, he adds, “We know all your secrets. Plus, we can see your true self. The one nobody else can see because of the magic spell. Should I go on?” My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I stumble forward. How could he act like this? Bryanna, the heir to her pack, is forced into a contract relationship right before her eighteenth birthday which her father claims to be the best for both her and the pack. However, as she gets older, she soon realizes the contract relationship may not be the best choice for her, but it was a great choice for her father. When Bryanna and the contract are on the verge of falling apart, she faces a choice only she can make. Does she fight for the mate she can't detect at the risk of her secret coming out? Or does she sacrifice her happiness for the pack and her father's wishes while also keeping her secret buried?

Jacob kissed Emily’s forehead and smiled at her. “You always make me happy, Amy.” Emily smiled, but then she frowned and froze. Did she misheard what Jacob said? Jacob called her Amy. Could it be that it just slipped off the tongue? Amy Hoffner, or Amy Brooke before she married Samuel Hoffner, was Emily’s distant cousin. Samuel was one of the ten eligible billionaire bachelors in their country and also in the continent before marrying Amy. Unfortunately, Amy was also Jacob’s ex-fiancee. “What did you say?” Emily asked, unsure if she heard him correctly. *** Emily Brooke (twenty-two years old) fell in love with Jacob years ago. Years later, she finds out that her parents are discussing an arranged marriage for her with the man she loves. Jacob Jefferson (thirty-five years old) starts a new life and becomes a successful billionaire, only to find he is in an arranged marriage. Though he doesn’t like it at first, he changes his mind as soon as he meets Emily. However, the chance for a happily ever after is broken with a harsh reality when Emily finds out the real reason why Jacob accepts the arranged marriage. Later, Emily also knows about Jacob’s secret identity as a mafia’s leader. When everything is messed up, Emily meets with her savior, Harold Montgomery. But then, Harold also has a complicated background. With Jacob and Harold later fighting to win her heart, who will Emily choose in the end? Will she find a happily ever after? *** The book is a crossover (combination) of Billionaire/Romance and Mafia genre) and a spin-off of My Beloved Billionaire, but both books can be read as stand-alone. For the most enjoyable reading experience, please read My Beloved Billionaire first.

"Good girl, now, call me daddy!" He whispers; his voice sexy as . "Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat. "Louder!" He commands. "Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made. He my forehead and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair. He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He enticingly traps me, and he's poised and ready to take me once more. "We're going to go real, slow this time, Brie," he breathes. And slowly, he knocks on my sinful entrance of mahogany as he slowly pushes inside of me in ease into me until his length is fully buried in me. He was stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I complained again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. - Let's talk about the most powerful young bachelor, A business mogul of his time, Jonathan Christopher, De Leon. Combined, JACE DE LEON. After a failed attempt from high school, the courageous plus timid girl left him with a very challenging heart target hunt. A couple of years passed, his hunger for her supplemented after prowling her like what feels like forever, he yearns for her which leads to racing hormones and drifting dark desires of his very own Infatuations. How will the relationship between a powerful casanova and an elegant part-timer be restricted?

"How much?" She asked angrily. Completely ignoring the fact that he called her something in spanish."One million dollars!" He spoke with an emotionless face. She understood it now. The maids didn't get too much pay and like this it will take her whole life paying off the debt. That is why he's so smug.She was in her own thoughts when his next words got her curiosity."There's a way through which you can pay the whole amount at once. Then you'll be free to return to your family." He spoke in a deep voice.Her bright blue eyes met with his icy grey orbs. For the very first time she saw an emotion in his eyes other then anger. His icy grey orbs roamed at her body from head to toe. She felt chills at his gaze. His eyes turned darker and a smirk plastered on his face."Sleep with me."She took a step back at his words. Her blue orbs widen in shock. "W-What?" She stammered. Her blood turned cold at his words. She felt so exposed under his gaze at that moment, that she wanted to claw at his eyes until he bleeds."Have sex with me. Then I'll let you free-" Slap!^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Alizey a 21 year old girl who is a university student,and lives happily with her family. She is a hijjabi and a practicing Muslimah. For her, her family is everything,and she can do anything for them.Alexander, the boss of the under world, known as Alex. He is ruthless,stone hearted man. What happened when he lays his eyes on a girl, who can never be his. What will he do to get her.READ TO FIND OUT.

TRIGGER WARNING 🔞 This novel contains mature themes intended for ADULT READERS ONLY. Future chapters will include explicit sexual content, graphic erotic scenes, and explicit dialogue that may not be suitable for all audiences. Lights off. Masks on. Rules carved in stone. In a world where love is nothing two broken souls make a pact of pleasure only. No love allowed. Purple Hearts has learned the hard way that love destroys everything it touches. Echo Reid knows love is a lie. Scarred by a past he can’t outrun, For him, intimacy is just a game—a way to numb the pain that never truly fades. “Spread your legs, my sweet Purple,” he groans against her skin, his voice dark “Please…” she begs, her nails digging into his back as pride dissolving “Please what?” he teases, dark and dangerous. “I want you inside me,” she rasps, sweat beading on her forehead as she surrenders to the stranger who makes her feel more alive. His lips trace paths of fire across her body, sending jolts of unfamiliar ecstasy through her veins. But when her hands fly to his face, almost tearing away the mask that hides him from her, he pulls back—cold, sharp, unforgiving. “Sweet Purple,” he says, a smile playing at his lips, “remember the rules.” Before she can apologize, he’s gone—vanishing into the shadows as if he was never there at all, leaving her alone in the silence. “Until we meet again.” But what happens when the masks start to slip? When the lines between pleasure and pain blur? When two people who swore they’d never love again find themselves craving more than just a moment in the dark? Is love truly a tragedy… or could it be the only thing that can save them both?

One night, my family sat together watching the New Year’s Eve Live on television. My little sister, Stella Larson, said she had to pee and hurried to the washroom. Half an hour later, she still had not returned. When I went to check on her, the washroom was empty. “When did Stella leave the washroom?” I asked my parents. Both of them were stunned for a moment before feeling my forehead and saying, “What are you talking about? You’re an only child. Who is Stella?” They forcibly pulled me back to my seat. My mind went blank. Did the three of them just pull a prank on me? After finishing his drink, my father clutched his stomach and rushed into the washroom. I stared fixedly at the washroom door. A long time passed, but no one came out. My father had vanished, too. My hand trembled as I pointed at the bathroom. My mother stepped forward to go in. “Don’t go in! Dad and Luna disappeared in there!” My mother looked grief-stricken as she said, “Sweetie, it’s been just the two of us for the past twenty-plus years, remember?” Her words hit me hard. I was in total disbelief. I explained myself frantically, but the more I spoke, the more confused my mother became. She finally shook me off and said, “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve raised you your whole life! Why do you have to ruin New Year’s Eve?” She walked straight into the washroom, and the house soon fell into a dead silence. Terrified, I called my best friend, Kathy Scott, who lived nearby. I rambled incoherently as I begged her for help. But her words utterly crushed me. “What family members? You’re an orphan.” I hung up the phone, rushed out, and pounded frantically on the neighbors’ door.

**"I want a divorce, Anna. This marriage isn’t working, and it hasn’t been for a long time. We’re both miserable. It’s time to end this."** Michael's cold words hit me like a slap, sending shivers down my spine. "You’re a coward," I spat, throwing the divorce papers back at him. "You want to leave? Fine. But don’t you dare blame me. You’re the one who destroyed us, Michael. You ruined our marriage with your lies." The man I once loved—the man who promised to be with me through thick and thin—was gone, replaced by this stranger. After everything I sacrificed for him, this is how it ends. --- After suffering for years with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and enduring constant nagging from her mother-in-law for being childless, Anna finally receives the miracle she had been praying for. Her doctor delivers the best news of her life—she has a higher chance of conceiving. Eager to share the joy with her husband of five years, Anna rushes home, only to be shattered by betrayal. She discovers Michael has been cheating on her with another woman, who is now pregnant with his child. Heartbroken, Anna is served divorce papers on the same day. Devastated and lost, Anna makes a desperate choice, but is saved by none other than Xavier, her brother-in-law. When all hope seems lost, Xavier offers her a second chance at life—and love—by marrying her. But just as Anna begins to heal, her past comes crashing back when Michael returns, knocking on her door. **Will Anna find the strength to move forward, or will the past pull her back into the arms of the man who broke her heart?**

Seventeen years ago, the Hartwell family's little girl vanished into thin air, leaving her big brothers, Alexander and Julian, heartbroken and their parents wrecked until the end. Fast-forward to now: the billionaire brothers launch a worldwide hunt for their long-lost sister—the true heir to their massive empire. The big giveaway? A unique crescent-moon-and-star birthmark on her back. Plot twist: she's been right under their noses the whole time—as Elena, the overworked, underpaid maid getting bossed around by greedy widow Victoria and her bratty daughter Sophia. When the birthmark news hits, Victoria spots the real deal on Elena's back and smells money. Boom—they slap a fake tattoo on Sophia, coach her on sob stories, and march her straight to the Hartwells. The brothers, desperate for family, buy it hook, line, and sinker. Sophia morphs into "Isabella Hartwell," moves into the mansion, snags the CEO title, and starts living like royalty. Meanwhile, the actual heiress keeps scrubbing toilets. But power turns Sophia into a total monster—snobby, mean, and extra cruel to Elena. She even frames her for stealing a billion-dollar necklace and gets her kicked out. One brother (the sharp one) starts smelling something fishy. Then, at the huge CEO crowning gala, Sophia forgets to redraw the fake birthmark. Cameras flash, the mark's missing, and the internet explodes. Fake heiress busted! The brothers show up at Elena's tiny apartment begging forgiveness. She quietly shuts the door in their faces. Weeks later? Elena reclaims her empire—not as a sweet lost princess, but as a fierce boss lady who rebuilds it better, smarter, and kinder. She doesn't just inherit power—she owns it. And the brothers? They get front-row seats to the glow-up they never saw coming.