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Every year, my wife, Jessica Lowe, prepares a huge surprise for me on our wedding anniversary. On the night of our tenth anniversary, she enters the banquet hall with a scantily-dressed male model. She demands that I take off my suit and put it on him instead. I refuse and take out a divorce agreement. In retaliation, Jessica slaps a thick stack of photos onto the table. The photos show me at my most humiliated, shameful, and pathetic moments. She sneers, "Michael Jefferson, you talk about divorce all the time. But each time, you always end up crawling back to me with your tail between your legs, begging me to take you back. "Tell me, what will your comatose mother think if these pictures of you get out? Will she finally wake up in the hospital from shame and embarrassment?" However, Jessica doesn't know that my mother, Eleanor Brown, passed away months ago.

Johan Williams is a seventeen years old lad, a normal high school student, dating his childhood sweetheart out of similarity, it wasn't out of love.     He knew something was wrong, he isn't attracted to females no matter how much effort he puts in. Filled with anxiety, questions, Johan needed to talk to someone who knew better but when he bumped into the named Haruto at a club, the richest dude in his school, demanding to be friends with benefits, all broke loose.     When the feeling called love comes into their relationship, Haru disappears.      One is abandoned, his heart fills with hatred.     The other is abused, no turning back.    Given their circumstances, will these two students ever come across each other and accept each other's feelings or never to see the other again? For more details, questions and more books, follow me on Facebook Elena Titania. IG - elena_titania (New account) Thank you!

⚠️ R18+ WARNING This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and taboo relationships between consenting adults. Expect filthy age-gap sex, forbidden lust, rough scenes, and a daddy’s best friend who can’t keep his hands off the heroine. If you’re under 18, or easily offended by dirty talk, moaning, and being pinned against the wall… turn back now. If you like it dirty… welcome home.****^^^^*******^One kiss in the hallway was all it took to break every rule. Now he’s in my room at night, his hand over my mouth so my father won’t hear me scream his name. He says it’s just sex. I know it’s something more. Because no matter how wrong it is… I’m not sure I’ll ever want him to stop.*****This book is a compilation of different short stories. Have fun reading!

Ariana Jonas, a girl who was fighting with her innerself to forget about the her past and move on in her life. Like a light of her life Zane saved her from her demons inside her mind. Zane Hudson was a billionaire and her boss,she worked as his personal assistant. Eventually they both fell in love deeply with each other. When she thought everything is going well in her life, Unexpectedly she was kidnapped by David, who was her good friend and Zane's client. He became very close to Zane and Ariana within few months. She couldn't believe he had done something like this. She tried to talk to him, but he was not ready to release her. When she got to know who actually David is she was scared like she saw a beast. Who is he? Why did he kidnapped her? What made her so scared of his real identity?

"I just want to hear your cries! I want to see you in pain! Crying for help" His deep voice rang in the dark room. "No!, Please do not do that" Luna pleaded. "I bought you. No one want you remember? Not even your dear father". "That's a lie, My father loves me. With all he has" Luna replied in tears. "Ofcourse, and yet he sold you out" "You misunderstood my father. He wasn't the one that sold me out, it was Cora! And my father was only powerless". "You shut up and don't talk back to me!!" He yelled and his voice alone made Luna shivered. ____ LUNA means Moon. And that's her name. She's just 18 and was sold out by her Step mother , Cora. She believes she wasn't lucky, as she got sold to the Saddest Billionaire.

After my husband's car accident, I did a checkup and found out he had a malignant brain tumor. Instead of telling him right away, I stuck the report in my bag, planning to wait for the right moment. Guess what? He found it first—and thought I was the one with the tumor. A few days later, I overheard him in his office, laughing with a buddy: "My wife? No looks, no figure, just money—and now she's got a brain tumor. Talk about a win for me. If Rainee hadn't gone abroad, I'd never have married her. Bad luck, huh? At least I dodged the kid bullet. Once she's gone, I get everything." Then he pulled the amnesia card, blamed it on the accident, and started treating Rainee like his wife. He even welcomed her into our house. I smiled and said, "Nathan, let's get a divorce."

At the company’s annual meeting, explicit private photos suddenly popped up on the screen. The boss rushed to unplug the power cord, but the secretary stopped him. She had always resented my promotion and kept suspecting I had climbed the ladder through physical favors. As everyone looked on, she moved in to click play. I desperately tried to stop her. “Winika, you’ll regret clicking that! “Let’s talk about this outside now. Don’t delay everyone’s awards!” Winika Clark sneered coldly. “You dared commit such acts, but you’re blanching at the idea of showing it to the world? “Our colleagues are all gathered here today. I can’t think of a better time for all of us to enjoy watching how you climbed the ladder! “Since it’s an awards ceremony, let’s evaluate whether you deserve the ‘Easiest of the Year’ award!” I froze. But the photos… were hers?

"I want you to talk to me, who was that guy you were dancing with?" "I didn't do anything with him, we didn't even touch we just danced. Also, you are in no place to ask me that, you have no right to ask me that Dylan." He scoffed. "I'm your husband, I have every right to ask you that. How dare you dance with another man, have you got no shame?" Dylan was furious and Blair's tone only seemed to infuriate him even more. “And need I remind you everything is just a fake.” Blair was already too angry now. Dylan paused his teeth. “You are my wife, fake or not. You belong to me. Your body, mind and soul, everything belongs to me. Only I, am allowed to be consumed by it.” His voice was dangerously low now. Blair swallowed. She was fire, and he was ready to be consumed by her.

By day, Carlotta spins stories. By night, she serves drinks. Her life was simple. Until her good-for-nothing brother offered her as collateral to pay off a massive gambling debt to a ruthless underground casino. Now she's the reluctant fiancée of a powerful mafioso rumored to have a cruel streak... and a bedroom secret that's the talk of the criminal underworld: erectile dysfunction. Carlotta would've found it funny if it weren't her life on the line. To make things worse, fate throws in another complication: her dangerously attractive new driver-slash-bodyguard. With abs worthy of a thirst trap and a face that screams "Asgardian demigod". He's the kind of temptation a woman in her situation absolutely does not need. Just when she thinks it couldn't get more absurd, her cold, mysterious fiancé summons her to his penthouse suite with one chilling demand: He wants a taste of what's been promised. Her.

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.