Strangely

You... you did say you'd pay me 1,000€ euros for an hour, right?" she asked. "Yes, Allysa, I confirm that's what I said," he replied with a big smile. Allysa lay down on the bed, and the second man approached her. She thought she should be wary, but strangely, the man inspired confidence. "Now, you're going to have to take off your clothes," he said in his soft, warm voice... There are encounters that turn a life upside down, moments when fate knocks at the door with disconcerting brutality. Allysa Moreau never imagined that losing her virginity for 1,000€ euros in a sordid basement would lead her to cross paths with Paolo Mancini, a billionaire and mafioso whose empire extended far beyond her comprehension. Driven from her apartment, desperate and confronted with the relentless reality of poverty, Allysa had made a decision she could never forget. She had sold herself, not for pleasure at first, but as events unfolded, she developed a taste for it, and to prove herself right, she told herself it was for survival. For Paolo, this story was not trivial. Allysa had his youthful features and palpable innocence, a curiosity in a world where everyone wore masks. Their story was not meant to exist. A mafia billionaire and a homeless teenager had nothing in common. But in a world where rules are meant to be broken, Allysa and Paolo would discover that chance doesn't exist. Desire, fear, and secrets would forge bonds.

“I’ll come back, Akiro,” Heli’s cold voice was calm, making him sound even more dangerous. The Crystal of Fate had appeared again after years of waiting. With it came the last chosen mate of the Regia Solaria royal family. The youngest prince—Helios—was the only one unhappy about the Crystal’s return because he hated having his fate dictated by anything or anyone. Determined to resist, he left, refusing to succumb to the Crystal’s power. But when things began to spiral out of control, Helios realised the Crystal was to blame. By the time he saw who his mate was, it was too late—he had already been tricked. And just like everyone else, he was instantly captivated by his mate's beauty. Akiro Valerian Freniere was a simple human being—perhaps too good-looking for his own good, too kind, and far too hormonal. He attracted attention and admirers everywhere he went but had never been in a relationship in his nineteen years of life. He knew where his interests lay, but society wasn’t always kind to people like him. So what would he do when, one day, a persistent and strangely intense man approached him, claiming they were mates? A man with near otherworldly visuals—platinum blonde hair and red eyes that burned with intensity whenever they looked at Akiro. Oh, and one more thing: the man was also a vampire.

WARNING: This book is extremely steamy, if you’re patient enough to get to where it all starts. ~~~~~~~ Bianca Bianchi has had a huge crush on the billionaire businessman; Manuel Russo, for the longest time! When she gets the opportunity to work as his favorite cousin’s personal assistant, she jumps on it because that means she gets to be in a closer range with the man she had admired for years. Unfortunately, she starts working for his cousin and realizes that things didn’t go the way she thought. She did get to see Manuel, but only once in a while, and he never really seemed to notice her. Things get more unfortunate when she finds out he already has a fiancée, and she decides to give up on her crush that seemed to have developed into real feelings. Manuel Russo is the perfect description of a businessman by day, and a ruthless mafia boss by night. When Manuel Russo decides to be spontaneous and abduct his fiancée for a dream island wedding surprise, on her birthday, his men get it all wrong. They kidnap the wrong lady. A woman whom he recognizes to be his cousin’s personal assistant. Luck is not on his side, when due to travel restrictions, they get stuck on the island together. A lot could happen within 3 weeks of being stuck, including being strangely addicted to Bianca’s body, and getting her pregnant.

Cercei had spent her entire life serving the MoonStone Pack. She was taught to endure cruelty in silence and bow her head, even when her dignity was torn apart. On the night of the Moon Ball, everything changed. Beneath the silver moon, she fled into the forest and crossed paths with a man whose presence felt dangerous, overwhelming, and strangely familiar. “You’re shaking,” he said softly. “I should be afraid of you,” Cercei replied. Lucian stepped closer, his crimson eyes fixed on hers. “Then why does your scent tell me you’re mine?” He was Lucian Red, King of the North. Her fated mate. Before Cercei could face the truth, her father was betrayed and killed, and she was cast out as a rogue. While she suffered in silence, Lucian was trapped by lies and forced into an engagement with a woman who claimed a bond that was never hers. When fate finally brought them face to face again, Lucian knew at once. “Remove your mask,” he commanded. Cercei whispered, “If I do, you’ll never let me go.” His voice lowered. “I never planned to.” With kingdoms on the edge of war and secrets soaked in blood, Lucian must claim the woman the world tried to break. And Cercei must decide whether she will remain a servant of fate, or rise as the Luna she was always meant to be.

For centuries, werewolves and Lycans have not been able to coexist. Lycans believed that werewolves are not meant to exist and that they must be destroyed and killed. Both sides were forbidden to have anything to do with each other and failure to adhere to the rules would lead to death or war between both Packs. Those were the rules Liam Simmons was raised under. To follow the rules and punish those who do not obey the rules. Making sure the rules were not broken was part of his plans as the next heir to the Lycan's throne, until he met a helpless girl trapped in a Lycan's trap. What would Liam do to the helpless wolf when his Lycan would do anything to protect his mate?/ Penelope Jenkins never expected to be trapped in this mess while attempting to flee from her attackers. She had planned to take a stroll and then return home, but everything changed when the Lycans attacked and she found herself running for her life, only to end up in one fo the traps with a Lycan staring at her with the desire to kill her. Strangely she found herself being relaxed and yearning for the Lycan in front of her instead of being scared. She couldn't understand what she was feeling, given that they were sworn enemies. Both are unable to control their desires and feelings for one another. But rules are meant to be broken right? Will both of them fight against the rules that have been on for centuries? Will they be able to bring peace to both Packs, or will they be the catalyst for a war?

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.

I needed this. I need to let go. She thought as she tried to justify her sexual feelings towards the sexy beast tangled to her body. "Stop me..." Matteo whispered harshly in her ear, but she was moaning to his kisses and was letting him take off her dress as he lay her down to the bed. He groaned when he saw her slender body which strangely aroused him more than those voluptuous stripper bodies that he had grown accustomed to. "Amara, baby..." ***** She's the daughter of one of the most influential families in the world. She grew up as one of the richest trust fund kids, and she lives a very lavish and luxurious lifestyle. But what people didn't know was the truth of her bloodline. She's the love child, of one of the richest men in the world. She was daddy's little princess. All three of her biological brothers, the true heir of her father's wealth hated her. His wife, her fake mom despised her, never acknowledge her existence unless it was for social occasions. ...... This is a story about the richest, deception, love, humor, hate, heartbreak, and all the drama you can fit into a book. Follow me, find out who's the lucky guy who gets to live his ever after with our madame billionaire. And for all of you who has been stalking on our townies... Take a wild guess, who knows, you might be right ....... *Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

“You’re a liar. And a coward. And you broke me twice.” I laughed—hollow, bitter. Then bent to pick up the torn pieces of the file. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for the same man twice in one lifetime. If this was a dream, it was a cruel one. When I walked past him, I didn’t look back. “I know I hurt you,” he said behind me, his voice low and raw. “But I never stopped loving you… not even for a single day.” --- They were never supposed to end up together...again, but fate had other plans. Alina has always been the unwanted twin—the quiet, overlooked sister living in the shadow of her perfect twin. So when her father faces financial ruin, he makes a chilling decision: marry one of his daughters off to save the family name. The groom? A powerful, mysterious heir hidden from the public eye. The chosen bride? Alina’s stunning sister. But at the last moment, her father switches them. Now, Alina finds herself married to a man she doesn’t know—yet strangely feels drawn to. A man who might just remember her from a forgotten moment in their past. As sparks begin to fly, she finds herself falling in love with a familiar stranger again. But dark secrets begin to unfold—and a family desperate to reclaim their “true” daughter fights dirty. She was never supposed to be the bride. But she just might be the woman he’s waited for all along.

I am born with a body that draws men in, but the moment I marry, I develop a terrifying allergy to them. Every time my husband and I try to be intimate, my skin erupts in violent rashes, and I nearly suffocate. Still, I want a child so badly that one night I climb into his bed in secret, willing to gamble with my life. Strangely, nothing happens—no hives, no swelling, no shortness of breath. My husband even takes me to a clinic, where the baby is confirmed healthy. For the first time, I believe life can return to normal. Eight months in, we share a bed again. The allergic reaction hits instantly, worse than ever, and I'm rushed to the hospital. When the procedure ends, he is nowhere to be seen. I step into the hallway and hear him talking with his friends. "Did you see her face? Swollen like that. Ridiculous." Leonard Carter swings a vial of the custom serum he has been giving me and snorts. "I engineered this formula myself. It makes her break out the second a man touches her. It keeps her off me. "She wanted a baby so badly. Fine. She's carrying mine and Hannah's. That should make her feel accomplished. "When she gives birth, I'll let her spend the rest of her life calling herself Mrs. Carter." Blood drains from my face. The child I've been cherishing isn't even mine.