The Villainess Shall Be Mine

Adrian Rossi, the crown prince of Seat of Rossi would do anything his daughter asked him to do. And when she asked him to hire Camila Smith as her nanny, everything changed. She was able to break through his ice cold heart and make his numb heart love a woman again. But everything changed when the biggest secret even she didn't know about came out.

Note: This isn't incest. *** "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harbouring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

After losing her self-respect for three years, Victoria finally let go of the man who never loved her and the family that never accepted her. She had previously sacrificed her true self in the name of love, but now she aims to reclaim it again, not for someone else’s love, but solely for her own. Unexpectedly, the man who had been distant towards Victoria suddenly became passionate with her. Nevertheless, Victoria had already made a firm decision, or so she believed. On the way to her new journey, Victoria faced several challenges that she never expected. Past dug around and hidden truths unravelled along with endless drama and schemes of enemies. Could she put everything together and find her way alone in this journey, or would she get back the love she has waited for three long years? **** “Alessandro...” I called out to him, eager to express the words that were difficult for me to say: I am pregnant! Not a lie anymore but a fucking truth... I want to say it to him. He stopped and looked back. “Now, don’t waste time. Apologise...”  In a split second, I was caught off guard by his words, causing me to respond with something unexpected and completely out of character. “Let’s get a divorce,” I did not even let him finish his words… (Book 1: Completed ch1-ch156) ************ Book 2: Greetings, Mr. Husband (Ongoing, started immediately after Book 1)

For the first time in thirty four years of my life, I found someone I didn’t want to lose. He was innocent, too innocent for my liking but my heart was already set on him and i would rather lose the pack I have struggled for years to build than lose him. He was mine! Mine to claim’ Mine to love! Mine to dominate. Mine to own. He was everything to me, even my death!

"Just because we're married, doesn't make us a real couple. Take it as a contract" He said in a business tone before leaving. "Like I want to be with you" I muttered under my breath as my tears threatened to spill. Natalie learns that she has been promised to the eldest son of the mighty and powerful Maxfields. She has no choice but to accept reality and decides to proceed with the arranged marriage her parents and grandparents had fixed, long ago. Little did she know that she would be treated as a contract wife. ------------------------------------------- "You force your children to get married. Force them to fall in love as if they were key operated toys and now that they've fallen in love, you want to separate them?" Natalie questions, tears threatening to fall, her voice almost on the verge of breaking. ------------------------------------------- Read more to find out All the images that I use in the story belong to the rightful owners. I do not own any of them.

My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods. Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall. A cold, celibate priest. A young, harmless noble prince. In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest. The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure. He was supposed to be the perfect sacrifice for the Awakening ritual. Lilith should have become a High-Blood without any trouble. But she fell for the prince's sweet words and gentle lies. She poured her ancient power into him. She forged a false blood bond to help him seize the throne. On his coronation day, he plunged a dagger dipped in blessed silver into her heart. With his own hands, he carved out her new Blood Core. He offered it to his werewolf allies. Lilith nearly turned to dust. And me? The priest helped me purify my blood. I broke the vampire curse. I no longer feared the sun or blessed silver. I became the legendary Daywalker Queen. Jealousy drove her mad. She used her last drop of power to unleash a kin-curse. It killed us both. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the night we chose our Blood Thralls. This time, Lilith chose differently. She wrapped herself around the priest, a vision of seduction. Her blood-red wings spread, ready to carry him away. My fangs slid from my gums. A choice? Why should I have to choose? The priest and the prince... Both are mine for the taking.

"Stop," he said huskily. "Turn around." Something in his voice made her obey. His was a voice used to commanding, used to getting him his own way. Usually she hated being spoken to that way, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to obey every command he gave to bring the evening to its logical, inevitable and very satisfying conclusion. She turned, slowly, giving him full view of her butt and the cotton thong slicing her cheeks in half. Aware of his black eyes on her, she did something she'd never done for any man. She swayed to a rhythm in her head. With her back facing him, Abbey ran her hands down her waist, round her gyrating hips and placed one on each cheek. She let them explore across her skin, enjoying the way she felt and knowing he wanted to do the same. She glanced over her shoulder, cheekily giving him a view of her breasts and behind at the same time. His face was distorted with desire as he stood, mesmerized. She turned to face him fully. "I want you," he whispered. ………………………………………………. A cheating husband. A hidden camera. A desperate woman in too little clothing. Abbey thinks she’s prepared to seduce Damien Vane for a paycheck—until his hands, his voice, and his body turn the assignment into something wickedly irresistible. One night was supposed to fix her life… not set it on fire.

No one crosses Dante Kincade and walks away unscathed. I just did it with a microphone and a song that made the entire room gasp. Marisol Franco has spent years hiding under a fake name, trying to outrun her father's brutal empire. But one impulsive karaoke performance at a corporate event shattered her cover and made her the target of her powerful CEO, Dante Kincade. Cold, calculating, and rumored to have ties to the underworld, he doesn't forgive public humiliation. Dante wants revenge and her secrets. But as his obsession grows, so does the dangerous desire neither of them can control. With her fire and fearlessness, she’s nothing like the women who try to please him. She meets him head-on and defies him at every turn. But her past is darker than he imagined. Hunted by her father’s men and promised to a sadistic cartel heir, she’s running out of time. Trapped between three dangerous men and a past that won’t stay buried, Marisol must decide who to trust before everything goes up in flames. Now, the only man standing between her and a fate worse than death is the one who has every reason to destroy her. Dangerous Melodies is a dark, addictive romance brimming with secrets, betrayal, and enemies-to-lovers heat. Perfect for fans of forbidden desire, dangerous obsession, and love that refuses to surrender.

"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "I will do it," little did she know that the reply was going to change her life forever. One month ago, twenty-five-year-old May Walter got her heart broken by her boyfriend of two years whom she had spent her recent years, worshipping for the sake of the love she had for him. May thought being betrayed by her boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but her fate proved her wrong after she got drunk and ended up on the bed with her boss. Nothing was worse than this, May had told herself as she cried her eyes out, but finding out later that she was carrying her boss's child was the worst nightmare she wished to wake up from. Weeks later, May's boss was sitting in front of her, asking her to be his contracted wife for three months for some hidden reason he never told May about. She desperately needed the money to start a new life with her baby, but would this marriage end well?

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”