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How do you fall in love with an ex-convict? A murderer? How do you fall-in-love with your future husband’s father? How do you allow him, take your virginity on the walls of a prison cell? And how you screamed and moaned as he fucked you senselessly against the prison wall? How can you forgive the man that placed you behind bars? How can you forgive the man who rejected you and ruined your entire life? Amanda Weller is getting married to the man of her dreams. That was the plan, Marcus law was the man she loved, and dated for seven years. He was a successful attorney and her father approved of him. His parents had died a long time ago, by a robbery gone wrong .she knew absolutely nothing about his family. So imagine her surprise: when she gets a letter from her Soon to be father-in law, “Cyrus law”. A man that was supposed to be dead. She is big on family and her curiosity got the best of her. It was simple: meet your father-in law behind your fiancé’s back and surprise him at the wedding. A pleasure filled night of mind blowing sex in a prison cell wasn’t part of the family reunion. Neither was falling in love and being locked in prison by the man you gave everything. Cyrus law wasn’t the type to put his pants down and fuck a girl young enough to be his daughter,against a prison wall.She was supposed to be nothing but a weapon against his son. He was out for one thing only, revenge on his conniving son. But it may just have cost him the woman he loves.

Things got out of hand the moment they met each other. It's like they are water and fire that cannot be mix in one room but in an unexpected turn of events, a tragedy took place that brings them both closer to each other. *** "Honey! Honey, come here now!" she called in a seductive tone of her voice, and she run upstairs while wearing red lingerie. "You naughty, woman, wait for me!" he excitingly responded and he followed her upstairs. She, then, jumps to the bed when she suddenly fell flat to the floor and hit her head which causes her eyesight to fade and little by little her memories are coming back. She looks around but all are unfamiliar to her. "Ouch. Where am I? What is this place? What am I doing here? And why the hell am I wearing lingerie?" she cluelessly asked herself when she slowly stand up to her feet. Whilst, the door opened and she saw a half-naked man approaching her. "Oh, I'm going to make sure that you won't be able to stand up in bed tonight," he cheekily told and put down his gray pants. "Ahh! For Christ's sake, Grey, put your pants on! Eew!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while scolding him. He was stunned by what she just said and just stared at her. "What did you just call me?" he asked in a menacing tone of his voice when he realized that she called him by his real name. *** Come and read my story and let's find out what happened to them after their marriage. And, how did she end up in that situation?

His hand fisted in my hair while the silk tie kept my wrists helpless above my head, his voice dark and thick with lust against my neck. “You’re soaking my fucking pants, Celeste—moaning like a needy little wife who wants to be fucked until she forgets her husband’s name. Is that what you want?” I arched into him, breath hitching as the words tumbled out, “Yes, sir.” ___ Celeste Maddox is the picture-perfect political wife, composed, elegant, and utterly unwanted. Behind closed doors, her marriage to golden boy Ethan is a hollow performance: no affection, no passion, just cold smiles and a carefully curated public image. But everything shatters when she walks in on Ethan tangled in the sheets with her own sister. Heartbroken and reckless, Celeste lets herself unravel for one night in the arms of a commanding stranger—someone who touches her like she matters, who makes her ache and moan like she’s never known pleasure before. She never planned to see him again. But fate has other plans because the stranger? He’s Dr. Rowan Wolfe, the couples therapist Ethan hires to fix their broken marriage. Now, every session is torture. Every glance, a spark.And when Ethan stops showing up, Rowan doesn’t stop seeing her. Talking turns to touching. Therapy turns to sin. And Celeste finds herself tied to the bed of the one man who makes her forget every vow she ever made. She swore she’d never cheat. He swore she was only his plaything. They’re both liars. However, some sins are worth every damn consequence.

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

"No, This is a mistake! A wolfless, overweight werewolf can't be my mate." His words hit me hard; Whispers erupted from the crowd, murmurs of disbelief and judgement that swirled me like a storm. But I won't let them see how much it hurts. I won't give him the satisfaction. I square my shoulders, forcing a smile that feels like it's going to crack my face. "Well, Bran, I guess the Moon Goddess has a sense of humour after all," I say, despite the pain running through me. "Too bad she didn't give you one." Everywhere is silent now, shocked by my words. Bran's eyes are turning red from anger. But I hold my ground, refusing to let him see how much I'm breaking inside. "Talia," he begins, but I cut him off before he can say more. He was going to reject me anyway. "Don't worry, Bran," I say, sarcastically. "I'm sure there's some loophole you can find to get out of this. After all, you can't have someone like me ruining your perfect reputation, right?" The tension in the air is suffocating, and I can see uncertainty in Bran's eyes. He wasn't me to fight back. And for a moment, I wonder if he's reconsidering, if the bond is pulling at him the same way it's pulling at me. But then he turns away, "This conversation is over, Talia. You should leave." Talia, a wolfless wolf in her pack has been a mocking object in her Pack just because she's fat, wolfless and eats like a glutton. Her situation turned worse when the Moon Goddess decided to give her Alpha Bran, their Pack 's Alpha as a mate. He rejected her on the spot. What would be Talia's fate after the rejection? Let's see.

I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love. Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice. The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood. My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now." Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward. The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent. My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die." The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again. The third time, my son grovels at my husband's feet and grabs his pants, sobbing and saying that I'm already unconscious. My husband is infuriated. He grabs my son by the neck and throws him out of the ward. "I told you Nadia won't die! I'll throw her and you out of the hospital if you come here and disturb Ruby's rest again!" My son gives his most previous item—a guardian angel pendant—to a nurse to save me. The nurse accepts it and arranges for me to be admitted to the last available ward in the hospital. However, Ruby Sharpe has someone stand before it with her pet dog. She says, "Sorry, kiddo. Your father's worried I'll be bored without my dog, so this ward has been set aside for my dog to stay in."

We stood across from each other, with a bed in the middle. The bed was surrounded with golden pots of burning incense, the fragrance intoxicating. On one side of the bed stood a warrior wolf from my pack, and on the other side was a vampire from Diego's pride, both present to guard us. Chairs were set in both sides of the large room, with the werewolves occupying the right side and the vampires on the other side. Everyone stood when the head witches of the three covens arrived and took their seats adjacent to the two parties. " Creatures of the underworld, we have all gathered here to witness something spectacular, something unheard of, the mating of a vampire and a werewolf. These two from both sides have claimed to be mated to each other even though they are not of the same kind, so tonight, underneath the full moon, we shall witness them in bed to attest if the Moon Goddess truly destined them for each other. Let the drums roll!", one of the witches addressed everyone. The incense had aroused us . My were hard and erect, and I could clearly see the bulge in Diego's pants as he stood across. The drums signalled us to begin the mating process, and we got onto the bed. We gently , suppressing the urge to tear each other's clothes off. I felt a bit insecure and ashamed. I could literally feel my alpha's eyes on me and could only imagine the disdain that will be written on his face. Diego's father too was watching, together with their maester. Everyone we knew was there to watch us have and I just couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable. Most importantly, I couldn't help but wonder, what if we die mating?

What happens when a simple decision turns your life upside down? Blood, secrets, and ploys await. ------- It was challenging to pay attention to the meal while your husband was staring at you as if you were his next meal. “Stop looking at me like that, baby,” I whispered in his ear. He muttered, “Then kitten, stop licking the spoon with that sexy tongue.” “Am I not allowed to eat my food now?” I inquired, squandering my innocence. But we both knew I was teasing him, and the bulge in his pants was the obvious sign that I had succeeded. He whispered in his husky Italian accent, “Oh, you are not walking straight when I am done with you tonight, my lovely sweet wife.” Oh, God! ------- Anaya Regio is a naïve 22-year-old girl who is a gentle soul with a simple life, but her simple life takes a complicated turn when she discovers her parents are not her biological parents. Nicolas Ricci is a 27-year-old one of the most feared Mafia bosses in Italy. His only goal in life is to become the number one mafia boss in all history, regardless of the lengths to do so. He is ruthless and a cold-blooded killer. What happens when Anaya becomes a pawn in Nicolas's game and has to get involved in a world of hurt and greed? Will she understand his game and leave him or give in to the attraction she feels? Will Nicolas stay hidden behind the walls he built near his heart, or will he let her steal it? Join the roller coaster journey of Anaya and Nicolas. Where they find deceit, greed, and agony with love, lust, and trust. Warning: Mature content, abuse, blood, and fights.

"Take off your ring." His command settled deep in my bones. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet… I slid the ring off my finger. He stood on the other side of the room, his face hidden in shadows, but I felt him—his presence wrapping around me like a dark temptation. "Take off your clothes." I obeyed, my fingers hesitating at the waistband of my underwear. "I didn’t tell you to touch that." So I stood there—shoes on, pants still clinging to my hips—while my engagement party continued just down the hall. His gaze burned through me, drinking me in. "God, Butterfly." His voice was a tortured whisper, and I ached to comfort him. "Crawl to me." The words settled over me like silk and steel. Slowly, on all fours, I obeyed… --- Alessandra has always been the family push over even when her father forces her into a marriage. She plays the role of the perfect fiancée—obedient, loyal, untouchable. Until she meets him. Jeremy’s best friend. A man just as powerful, just as dangerous—but with eyes that see right through her. A man who tempts her to break every rule, risk every consequence. They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground. Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her. Either way, she’s already ruined. ~~~~~ Trigger warning : Dark Romance, obsession, Forbidden Romance, Male lead is a bit mentally checked out...

~ A psychic with the ability to know your darkest secrets and fate has learnt to be hidden and isolated. Till she meets the one human that is resistant to her will and for a split moment she finds peace and maybe love alongside a broken heart. ~ A ruthless billionaire has everything he desires, in the day time. But in the night, when he dreams of a goddess, he is left lost and empty. He hires an escort to soothe his loneliness but for a CEO that always gets what he desires, he is caught up in his own mind games and what he wants drifts from what he truly desires. ~•~Excerpt: "Tell me, when I fuck you, how loud will you scream?" His breathe brushed her throbbing neck, she was tempted to touch him. "As loud as you wish sir." He groaned in irritation. "I have seen the fire in your eyes, why hide it now?" Idris glared through her soul then he chuckled almost like a pleased predator, "have you ever been to the opera?" "Yes." Her pussy was burning and soaked, her nipples were impatient and her lips desired what he offered, but Joanna hid her arousal quite well, her eyes challenged his and her shoulders stood proud. "That's how loud I'll make you beg." In between his scorching promise, he made a delicious journey with his fingers passed her short gown and her lace pants into her damp folds, slowly and seductively, drawing a starved moan from her lips. "No need to hide darling I can smell your need and no matter how much obstacle you create, I'll own you. Every inch of you." Then he added another digit, deeper and drove her wild.