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‎Olivia Hughes never expected to marry a Logan. The same family that destroyed her father, stole their wealth, and left her mother sick and broken. But when her boss gives her an impossible choice - marry Aiden Logan or watch her family lose everything all over again - she has no choice but to say yes. ‎ ‎Aiden Logan doesn't want a wife. He doesn't want anyone close enough to hurt him, not after his mother abandoned him and his father turned love into a weapon. But when his father forces this marriage on him, he finds himself trapped with a woman who looks at him like he's the enemy - because to her, he is. ‎ ‎Two people bound by a contract neither wanted. Two families connected by betrayal and blood. Living under one roof, fighting every day, hiding their wounds behind sharp words and sharper stares. But when secrets start surfacing, when old betrayals come to light, and when hatred slowly cracks open to reveal something neither expected - Olivia and Aiden must decide if some contracts are worth breaking, and if some enemies are worth loving. ‎ ‎In a game of audacity meets audacity, the only rule is: don't fall in love. ‎ ‎But rules were made to be broken. ‎

**Dark Romance** Being the new girl is hard, Mary is shy, introverted, and prefers the solitude of being with her books than people. But in her new school, things became different as she got noticed by the wrong people. She catches the attention of the school's bad boy who begins to taunt and ridicule her. ***** I played with my fingers as he stared, he didn't stop staring and I was finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him. His stare was making me feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here alone. "Mary Davies," he whispered my name. "You are still a virgin right?" He asked smirking. "Hmmmn... Untouched. Innocent. Just like I have always wanted." He whispered, trailing a finger down my collar bone. "I am going to have so much fun with you," he whispered again, kissing my ear lobes. "So much fun." He added, stepping away from me. He began to walk towards the door. "See you tonight."

John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday. I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight. All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger. That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities. It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard. "Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

Ever since when he was young, Alexander would get glimpse of his past life. Every night he would get to see what his past life was. Sometimes in a form of dreams and sometimes in a form of nightmare. He would dream about a life he shared with his mate in his past life. He would dream about his tragic death . What will happen when he will meet that same omega in this life too? Will he be able to change their love story from tragic ending to happy ending?

"Get this woman out of here; I don't want to see her face ever again!" With those words, the warmth I once saw in my husband's eyes has gone. ***** Faking her death, Clara decided to escape her city while pregnant. She chooses to leave everything about her billionaire husband, James Morgan, behind after realizing that the man she thought would eventually love her was only growing to hate her even more. But, what if fate reunites them again? Clara with her new successful life and James with his ex-lover who is now his wife. Strangely, seeing Clara with another man sparked jealousy he never knew he had, and James wanted her back. But will Clara be willing to return to his arms after all the pain he gave? And after being faced with the option to choose James' brother instead?

The stubborn Unica Hija – Stephanie Alicia Villamar meets a young colonel who is recognized as the most playboy guy in their town and supposedly her husband! The two had an agreement to not bother each other after the wedding since her husband's duty is to protect the country. Stephanie carried on with her life as usual, but her world turns upside down when her husband was transferred to their town. What could possibly go wrong between the pair if their marriage was only for convenience, and how long would they pretend?

On the first day of classes, my roommate gives me a crystal bracelet as a welcome gift. Without thinking, I quickly adorn it around her mother's wrist. In my past life, my roommate wanted to be a social butterfly. She was determined to have a hundred boyfriends by the time she graduated. But no matter how reckless she was, she never ended up conceiving. On the other hand, I kept getting pregnant and having countless miscarriages. But unlike her, I had never been in a relationship. The entire university mocked me, labeling me promiscuous and shameless. During my 66th miscarriage, I died on the operating table from severe bleeding. It was only after death that I realized the crystal bracelet my roommate gave me had somehow linked our wombs together. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I had gone back to the first day of the semester.

Claire RavenWood has been gifted with the blood of the sacred Luna, which only has one occurrence in a century. Ever since the news broke that the Luna had been born, Claire was all but safe. The past Lunas’ barely survived and because of that, the blood ran dry and there were none for thousands of years. It was a miracle that Claire was chosen. The wolverines are the counterfeits who have sworn their lives to the ownership of the sacred Luna. Lucas, an alpha of a very powerful clan has brought it up on himself as the lead to find Luna and regain lives in the clan after many long years. Claire's parents have some hidden secret that could change the story forever, a sinister betrayal portrays as the one she shares mutual bonds with, becomes her Achilles heel.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."