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Waking up in a gloomy damp cave is not a problem. Finding only a dirty men's shirt and high leather boots is also fixable. But what about the fact that you remember absolutely nothing? Who are you? Where are you from? Why was here? There is only one unknown ahead. Well, at least a noble knight got caught on the road. Picked up, washed, fed, but volunteered to help. And soon a young, handsome lord will appear. It doesn't matter that a vampire - we ourselves are toothy!

Why Me? Have you ever questioned this yourself? Bullying -> Love -> Hatred -> Romance -> Friendship -> Harassment -> Revenge -> Forgiving -> ... The story is about a girl who is oversized or fat. She rarely has any friends. She goes through lots of hardships in her life, be in her family or school or high school or her love life. The story starts from her school life and it goes on. But with all those hardships, will she give up? Or will she be able to survive and make herself stronger? Will she be able to make friends? Will she get love? <<…So, I was swayed for a moment." His words were like bullets piercing my heart. I still could not believe what he was saying, I grabbed his shirt and asked with tears in my eyes, "What about the time... the time we spent together? What about everything we did together? What about…" He interrupted me as he made his shirt free from my hand looked at the side she was and said, "It was a time pass for me. Just look at her and look at yourself in the mirror. I love her. I missed her. I did not feel anything for you. I just played with you. Do you think a fatty like you deserves me? Ha-ha, did you really think I loved a hippo like you? ">> P.S.> The cover's original does not belong to me.

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.

When a case brings them together, bitter reality keeps them apart. ***** Sarah Carter, a young accomplished lawyer in New York City, wishes that she had a case that broke her every day routine. When Alexander Adair, the worlds hottest and ruthless billionaire comes to Sarah to handle his fake divorce case, she takes it immediately. However, as time goes on Sarah finds herself locked in a situation that binds her to Adair and his chaotic world, ripping her reality a part. Without Adair, Sarah is vulnerable and without Sarah, Adair is unable to carry out his plan. Secrets are uncovered and haunted pasts are relived. Forbidden love blooms and hearts are broken. Their love is destined to collpase, and in order to make it to the end and solve the case, they must find a way to let their red crumble. ©All Rights Reserved

Today was supposed to be my wedding day. The D-day, the big day—whatever people liked to call it. For me, it was meant to be the happiest day of my life. Our life. But to the likes of me, happiness was nothing but a cruel illusion. The groom, Clyde Monroe, wasn’t waiting for me at the altar. Instead, the ruthless, calculating billionaire—known for his icy demeanor and unmatched power—was on one knee before someone else. Someone who was supposed to be dead. His ex-girlfriend. As the truth unraveled, so did the fragile threads of the life we were building. Betrayal, grief, humiliation—I felt it all. Clyde’s haunted past, one I had only glimpsed, was now ripping apart the fragile illusion of the bond I thought we shared. The truth? I was nothing more than a pawn, a random babymaker caught in a game I never signed up to play. My name is Margaux Olsen, and I am his unwanted bride.

"Leave me alone." He said, yanking his arm away. "No, I won't, not until you feel the sensation all over you." Mumbling a few curses he trapped her in between the wall, "Having a girlfriend and still here being with you feels so right." Brushing his fingers on her cheek, he gave her a peck after peck until she shuddered from the intensity. "Remember this Diaz, you're mine. Only mine." She whimpered, clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly. A popular girl falls for a nerdy boy but in comes a twist. He has a freaking girlfriend ?!

Arabella Cohen was your normal teenager who just joined school in a new town after her mother’s demise. Noah Rodreguez was a typical badboy senior who'd everyone want to stay clear off. The rumor about him killing his own best friend was enough for students to not befriend him. Noah was trouble and Arabella attracted trouble anyway. She wasn't supposed to bump into him on her first day or she wasn't even supposed to wash his shirt for him, but fate had other plans for them. Read to find out how sparks flew and if Noah was really a murderer?

"You are not pulling any punches." Vicky said as she wore the shirt before asking truth or dare."Dare." Randy answered."I dare you to kiss me." She said. "And I don't mean a brotherly kiss. I mean a passionate, fuck me right now type of Kiss, right here and now."....Vicky fell on love with her step brother, Randy and decided to do anything it would take to have him for herself. She dosen't care the damage it may cause. She was determined to have him to the extent she got pregnant for him so he wouldn't have any choice.

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.

This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we pretend it's fixed. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. "Charlie," he breathes, but it doesn't sound like his voice. His hands are rough, grabbing my hips. One hand slides, pressing hard against my stomach. No. The baby. My baby.