Talk To Myself

Ava Whitmore is the perfect good girl. She follows the rules, stays out of trouble and completely off-limits to boys like Kai Cooper. Kai Cooper? Tattooed. Reckless. He’s the walking red flag she was never meant to talk to. The bad boy who lived just one fence away, the one she's spent her life avoiding. Until that night happened. One step over the line she swore she’d never cross. With a broken heart and a body begging to be touched, she walks straight into the hands that know exactly how to wreck girls like her. She knows he is all shades of wrong. That he'll break her, wreck her, leave her begging for more. But she’s already crossed the line. Worst of all? She wants more. She craves more of everything she shouldn't want.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

Lillian George is a twenty-three years old lady who decides to leave home after hearing her parents talk about marrying her off to a man twice her age. Out of rage, she leaves home to stay with her high school best friend, but it didn't go well between her and her best friend's roommate. The day Lillian decides to go job hunting, an offer was brought right to her door. Something risky, but she was willing to go for it. She needed the money already and will do anything for it. Carson Weston, the arrogant billionaire who lacks nothing, a complete player who doesn't give a shit about anyone. When Carson officially meets Lillian, he is attracted to her curvaceous body and will do anything to get in-between her legs. Little did he know that he was her target all along. The offer she was given has everything to do with him.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

An aged old vendetta between Le Havre and Dela Huerta the two prominent families in Tierra Veloz ignite into bloodshed when the young rebel Alas Prian Le Havre fall in love instantly with the young innocent Elizabeth Lemonine Dela Huerta because of a sudden encounter that leads to first glance, first talk and first love. A modern Romeo and Juliet story that will prove the inevitability of fate. Testing how far these two youngsters willing to take a risk. But will these two youngsters resolve the feud between their families? Or will they also end up burnt to their own flame of desire? Let's witness the bittersweet love story that is full of secret glances, secret love letters, sneaking out, forbidden nights meet up, and lies while unfolding the real reason of the old family rivalry that takes over their lives. "Maybe we are both a naive moth, and the desires of love that we feel to each other is the fire that we cannot resist"

Carol has always taken the fall for her irresponsible and spoiled younger sister, Victoria right from when they were young. When Victoria reveals that she is getting married to a billionaire whom she does not know out of the blues, Carol is surprised and tries to talk Victoria out of it. On the day of the wedding, Victoria absconds, at which point Carol’s parents reveal the horrible reason why Victoria was to be married off to the billionaire to her. As usual, their parents want Carol to bail her sister out and save the family from shame and danger by doing the unthinkable...marrying her sister's fiancée. Now, Carol is married to this cold and brooding stranger, who himself only agreed to a contract marriage with her because he needs to find his missing ex. Carol begins to fall in love with him…but all of a sudden, she finds herself in a competition with the ex, who suddenly shows up just when Sebastian begins to fall for Carol too.

"Chloe, when you were younger, our family arranged a marriage for you. Now that you're almost recovered from your illness, would you be willing to return to Kingston City and marry?" "If you still don't agree, I'll talk to your father and cancel the engagement." In the dimly lit room, Chloe could only hear silence. Just as the person on the other end of the line thought they would not be able to convince her, she suddenly spoke up. "I'm willing to go back and get married." Her mom, Felicia, froze, clearly surprised. "You... you agree?" Chloe's tone was calm. "I agree, but I still need a little time to wrap things up in Marina City. I'll be back within two weeks. Mom, please go ahead and start preparing for the wedding." After a few more words, Chloe hung up the phone.

His thrusting was becoming unbearably intense, with his monster stretching my pussy every second he slammed in. A mind-numbing sensation coursed through my body. "T...This is so... Fuu~ckk!" He moaned tilting his head back. The more we dive deeper, the harder it becomes to stop and I couldn't help but surrender myself to the pleasure. Sex scent filled the room, sweat dripping off our bodies. Our bodies clasped together like a second skin, and lewd sounds filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. She couldn't help but feel like prey as she couldn't even move. She felt dangerously safe with them, and at the same time, she knew that they were no good, 'Which kind of existences did I get myself entangled with?' Claudia came to the United States to gain experience before returning to her Mafia family in preparation to succeed her father and take over, but unexpectedly, she gets entangled with the three sinful gorgeous males who are the sons of Mr. Lazer, the overlord of the US Mafia. And there, she got used, played with, fucked, and left behind, only to be used again. Now, she is torn between leaving the United States and returning to her country, but how can she leave without completing her mission for coming? And how can she resist being used again and again? After all, the brothers have never forced her, but who could resist them? Claudia is in for a very long, thick, and hard decision to make...

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]. “I, Celeste Orion, princess of the cross-vale pack, reject you as my mate, i cast you aside alone, i see no future with you, as you are weak with no power and will only bring my ruin, i despise you” Those were the words I told my lover, breaking my Alphas soul, before he died, He is the ghost of my past, the love of my life, I betrayed him four years ago, Our love was forbidden, yet I abandoned my lover to his death that haunts me, only to find out he’s been alive all along. He had come back for me, now a ruthless king, back for revenge from my family’s torture and massacre of his blood line. He takes me as his captive. He is as cruel as ever, my first love I’ve rejected has come back as my ruthless captor, he hates the very air I breathe, and now he wants to punish me as his slave. He is my salvation and I am his plaything, his slave, he won’t let me go no matter what. And yet I don’t find myself escaping the very hell I set for myself anytime soon, as he takes me as his bed slave, But why? Why after all this time to feel still drawn to a ruthless man who wants nothing but to make my life a living hell?.

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure. A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person. But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one. It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong. For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career. Yet he chose to share our love with others. All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies. Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke. He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted. I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children. So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life. But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved. Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing. This time, I'm not looking back.