Taking Care

Cresenia was tied up by a forced marriage to a cold hearted and full of vengeance man named Adrien. She assumed that her marriage will be filled up with love and care but she assumed wrong, Adrien only married her for the sake of his revenge for her sister that was killed by the mafia group named Midnight Blades which was ruled by Cresenia’s parents which she doesn’t know about. However as time passes, Adrien’s feelings become different every time he spend times with Cresenia. Will this hate and revenge turn into love and care at this moment?

“Come with me,“ he ordered.  “I'm not going anywhere!“ Freya stood her ground, looking up at his blank face.   Something flashed past his dark eyes as he heard her. “You really have some guts, don't you?“   “Well, I don't care what this is. I don't care why I'm in a wedding gown and why I'm being treated like I chose this. You could kill me if you want. But I'm not—”   “Is this about the kiss, my Lady?“ he asked, sounding amused.  Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry. “Why should I care about the fact that you didn't kiss me? I barely know you and—”   “Right.“ That was all he said before he gently grabbed her waist and crushed his lips on hers...

"It's as deep as it can go already. Don't keep going…" A taking woman gets stuck under the bed. She pushes her backside up in the air, and a strong deliveryman comes to the rescue. He tears off her thong and starts going wild!

When their mother lost her life to cancer, Kazeem, and his siblings are left with no one to care for them in a city filled with criminals and corruption

Olivia Smith's life had always been perfect, and she was envied by everyone around her. She was treated well and loved by her parents. She was living the life any girl would dream of, but everything changed when she got married to Lucas Garrison. Her parents died a few weeks after her marriage, leading her to misery. Blinded by greed, Lucas took everything her parents owned. She also finds out Lucas was cheating on her, but she finds solace in her best friend, Maddie, who was a big part of her life. Betrayed, bullied, and blackmailed by someone she loved and trusted so much. She plans on taking revenge on everyone who caused her pain and taking back what rightfully belongs to her. In the process, she fell in love with a stranger while unlocking unexpected secrets.

She didn't care anymore, her life as a goody two shoes wasn't so satisfying. She wanted to be loved, even if it meant she had to get on all fours and be spanked brutally. Aurelia was given a choice yet she choose to love the bad boy unconditionally. She let him take advantage of her, it was by choice not force. She needed just a little bit of affection. He didn't have to care about her, she was okay with being just one of the toys he played with. She knows he would ruin her, but that didn't matter, her life was already in ruins.

Mates are said to be the ones that love, care, cherish and protect you . That once you meet them your souls instantly connect and you will want to do anything to protect them from any harm and keep them by your side forever.But that was not the case for Mahnoor, the moment she saw Badar all she felt was anger, betrayal and sadness.Her mate was not there to protect, care, cherish and love her but was out there to take over her pack.Her mate just like everyone else thought that she is too weak to be an Alpha and lead a packWill Mahnoor ever forgive Badar? Will Badar ever regret his decision?Read to find out

The newly hired genius programmer was a proud woman who always thought she could turn the entire industry on its head. When an investor tried to pressure her into drinking, she flipped the table and slapped him across the face. "My worth is in my programming skills, not my ability to network. Asking me to drink with you is an insult." Enraged, Clint Warner immediately withdrew the eighty-million investment agreement. He even swore he would never work with us again. As the Head of Product, I scrambled to apologize. The situation was only salvaged after I drank so much that I ended up hospitalized. … Later, I complained to the boss and demanded that he discipline the new hire. To my shock, he dismissed the matter. "If the employee causes any problem, it's because the supervisor failed in their duty. The promised million-dollar dividend bonus is cancelled. Take this as your warning." Fed up, I wrote down Mary Hansen's name on the Counseling-Out List. She couldn't care less. "I have abilities you’ll never match, unlike a scheming bootlicker like you. If anyone tries to go after me, the project will be halted. Don't come crying to me when everything collapses." I did not argue with her then. However, when the Counseling-Out List was announced, I found my own name on it. The boss claimed it was a mistake to force me to leave. Then he promoted Mary to my position and even granted her the authority of a vice president. "You were only great because of the company's support. Mary's not the same. She's young and truly talented. She’ll lead us to greater heights." With a cold smirk on my face, I made my way to our competitor, taking the crucial piece of our company's technology with me.

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

My husband, an Army regimental commander, was killed in action. Before his body was even cold, I didn't hesitate. I filed for his death certificate and notified the Army, the Social Security Administration, and our bank. Then, three days later—on the very day his twin brother married his childhood sweetheart—I moved out, changed the locks, and remarried quietly at the courthouse, taking my son and the full line-of-duty death benefits with me. To everyone else, I was heartless. Cold. I let them curse me. I just looked into my “brother-in-law's” bloodshot eyes and felt a quiet, cruel satisfaction. Only I knew the truth. In my last life, I discovered the body sent home wasn't my husband's at all—it was his identical twin brother's. I ran to confront him, but by chance I overheard him and my mother-in-law whispering. "Mom, Sarah is strong. And we have our son. She'll be okay. The benefits will take care of her. But Amy has waited for my brother all these years. If she finds out he's dead, she might do something drastic." Their words struck me like lightning. I tried to expose them, but my husband knocked me out. He told everyone grief had driven me insane. He locked me in the garage apartment and, with cold detachment, married his sweetheart. And when that woman complained my son was too loud, my husband slipped sleeping pills into our boy's juice—right as my crying child was coming to look for me. My son never woke up. The day they buried him hastily, I ended my life in the garage, utterly broken. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day they delivered my brother-in-law's body to our home.