Spencer Reid Addiction

On our engagement day, my fiancee, Lucille Perry, had her childhood best friend, Derek Miller, show up with a box of handmade cookies as a gift. Out of basic courtesy, I picked one up and took a bite. Derek and a few of his buddies burst out laughing. "This mama's boy can't even recognize his own mother's ashes!" My stomach churned violently. Shocked and furious, I lunged at him to throw a punch, but Lucille desperately held me back. Derek looked at me smugly and grinned. "Since you already ate it, why don't you tell everyone how your mom tastes?" I was so angry that I kicked him right in the face. However, Lucille turned around and slapped me hard across the cheek. "Spencer Bourdain, is this really necessary? Can't you take a joke? Eating a little bit of ashes won't kill you. Look at how petty you're being!" My heart went completely numb. I quietly pulled out my phone and sent a message to a certain number. [The wedding reception is ready. All we need now is you, the bride-to-be.]

Trigger warning: Matured content. Dark romance! ***** ~Jasper Morgan~ I hate him because he hates me. He's my first love, my bully. Yet, when his hatred turns into a burning obsession, I crave it, unable to live without it. Rhys' loathing has become my addiction, driving me to corrupt him, to claim him as my own. But what if he's just a beautiful nightmare? I can't let him go. ~Rhys Volkov~ I've never been drawn to men, never entertained the thought. Jasper Morgan was just a pawn in my vendetta against his father, who destroyed my life. I wanted to break him, shatter his perfection. But Jasper's twisted hate awakened something within me. I craved his scorn, his resentment. I wanted more than just revenge; I wanted him. His body, mind, and soul. He crossed the line. Now, nothing will stop me from possessing him. ******

Searching for a tiny pin in an ocean is equivalent to a waste of time, so is trying to find out who Nicholas Jager Khaid is. A simple and jovial billionaire CEO during the day and a Ruthless and Stoic Mafia boss during the night, using girls like he uses perfumes and disposing of the can. When his path crossed with Dalia Bluey, a virgin who sells aphrodisiacs in a club, he wants more than just a night of use and disposal but unknown to him that she's just a weak girl acting tough to survive. One night of pleasure turns her to his addiction but as the heir of the Jager Family, he has responsibilities to shoulder and enemies to tackle. He has to choose between making her tough or being her shield. But what happens when he finds out that Bluey is the rejected daughter of his rival in another Mafia clan and that they now want her back? Or when he finds out that she is pregnant with his child? And when his father order for the erasing of his memories so he can focus on the family's legacy? Will his Satera swim an ocean to be with her Khaid? Does love really not live to be achieved?

“You’re ours, we own you, Feyre and we can do whatever we want with you.” Rafael growled. I swallowed, with nowhere to turn to, I stood there, helpless, with his hot breath grazing my neck, his huge body trapping me while his brothers gazed at me with burning eyes. “I’d rather die than be yours!” ********************* Omega slave Feyre Campbell has had to endure the torment of not just the pack members but also the Alpha quadruplets. Bullied and broken, with just one thing on her mind, escaping the Fenrir mansion, Feyre had no idea that a revelation would change everything and ruin her plans. She’s mated to all four brothers! ‘Goddess forbid I accept them as my mate.’ Her heart was set on never letting the bond between her and the brothers grow because of how horribly they’ve treated her. Ronan, Reid, Rhys and Rafael never would’ve thought that the Omega slave they’ve mistreated so badly would turn out to be their mate. The brothers must now right their wrongs since they all only have one shot at having a mate, they have to make Feyre accept them at all cost. How far are they willing to go to make her theirs? Will Feyre allow herself to be consumed by the flames of their new found bond and the sizzling attraction between them?

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.

To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him. So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever. For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved. I thought that was happiness. Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend: "Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?" "Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built." I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters. Even I couldn't fake it anymore. Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one. Dead or alive—we're done.

Nine years ago, Charlotte Green willingly bound herself to a companionship system to save her sister. The system guided her to the side of Eric Lorvis, a man adored by fate and envied by the world. Her role, as dictated, was to pursue him under the guise of being mute. Before long, everyone in their social circle knew of the mute woman who loved Eric with a fervor bordering on madness. At a gathering one evening, he finally relented. "If you make yourself look like Emily, I'll allow you to stay by my side." Without hesitation, Charlotte borrowed money to undergo plastic surgery. She reshaped herself to resemble Emily Spencer—Eric's first love. With painstaking precision, she molded her preferences to match his, learned to cook his favorite dishes, and catered to his every need. Yet to him, she was no more than a housekeeper. He neither hid his disdain nor spared her his indifference. His insults, his cold stares—she bore them all in silence. She didn't care. As long as she fulfilled her task, the day would come when she could finally leave this world behind. However, when Charlotte truly died, the cold and aloof Eric, who had always appeared so composed in front of others, lost his mind...

My mother-in-law has gotten kidnapped, and yet my husband, Josiah Broadway, decides to celebrate the success of his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Spencer's performance with her. The kidnapper has requested a ten-million-dollar ransom. If he doesn't receive the money in his bank account in an hour, he'll kill the hostage immediately. But my calls to Josiah's phone never go through. When there's only one minute left on the timer, Josiah calls me back calmly. "Since that hag is already that old, she might as well die. I'm not wasting my money on her." Just like that, my mother-in-law is thrown into the sea by the furious kidnapper. The search-and-rescue team has to resort to using long hooks in order to fish her corpse out of the sea. As soon as the body is delivered to the crematorium, Josiah sends me a voice message excitedly. "Have your mom's corpse sent to the studio! Vivian's performance needs a corpse anyway! Using a real corpse will make the whole performance seem more realistic!" I'm pissed off, to say the least. So, that bastard thinks that my mom is the one who died, huh? After that, I have my mother-in-law's corpse, which is completely disfigured from all the fishing and hooking, sent to the studio without any hesitation.

Als Tochter eines Verbrecherbosses zu leben, ist niemals einfach—es gibt Regeln. Es ist ein Risiko, irgendwo ohne Waffe zu sein, und jede Form von Schwäche ist verboten. Doch sie wurde nicht als die Person geboren, die sie heute ist. Alles änderte sich an einem einzigen Nachmittag. Ariel Isadora trug eine Seele, verdunkelt von Hass auf jene, die sie bereitwillig dem Tod überlassen hatten. Sie wurde gerettet und aufgenommen, und schon bald wurde sie unter der Obhut des berüchtigten Andrew Spencer zu einem anderen Menschen. Drei Jahre später war aus ihr jemand geworden, der Gefahr und Furcht gleichermaßen anzog. Sie schwor Rache an denen, die ihr Leben so leichtfertig weggegeben hatten. Ihr Herz wurde zu Eis—zu etwas, das kein gewöhnliches Feuer zu schmelzen vermochte. Sie wurde Leira A’rodasi. „Wenn du leben willst, ist Schwäche keine Option“, sagte ihr Retter. Doch Liebe war eine Schwäche—und sie war unvermeidlich.

Everyone knew that Aria Jackson had loved Larry Spencer for years. The usually obedient Aria got tattoos for him, broke rules for him, and even moved to a foreign city for him. But when she fell into the lake and he rescued her rival instead, leaving her soaking and miserable, her heart finally shattered completely. The man who came after Larry held her protectively in his arms and suggested with a gentle laugh, "Miss Jackson, have you considered teaching your ex-husband a lesson?" She promptly filed for divorce and married Archer Duncan, the heir to the Duncan empire and the powerful CEO of Duncan Industries. That evening, their marriage certificate was posted on social media. The typically aloof Larry finally showed his desperation, begging her not to marry Archer and then turning to threaten him, "You think she loves you? She's just using the Duncan family's wealth and connections!" Archer simply tightened his arm around her waist and replied calmly, "So what? Fortunately, I have both in abundance." What no one knew was that Aria had been Archer's carefully laid plan all along. He had deeply loved this rose from the beginning—he admired her ambition and was eager to support her boldness and independence.