Timmy Thick

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains scenes of psychological manipulation, emotional abuse, explicit content, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Not for the faint of heart. 🔞‼️ Cassandra Jenkins was blackmailed into marrying Trovian Blackwood to shield her sister from her father’s brutal brand of control. On the surface, she looks like a pawn. A delicate, obedient bride in a designer cage. But behind her silence is a woman quietly plotting. Trovian, ruthless and ice-blooded, believes Cassandra is her father's latest puppet. He wants vengeance, not vows. Every glance is a power play. Every touch is a calculated punishment. He makes her pay for sins she didn’t commit. But the more he watches her… The more he realizes that she’s hiding fire beneath her bruised loyalty. Their marriage becomes a battlefield of cruel words, broken trust, and tension so thick it borders on violence. Yet somewhere between the hate and the hurt, desire creeps in. Dark. Twisted. Addictive. When enemies from the shadows rise, Cassandra and Trovian must decide— Will they destroy each other? Or become the kind of monsters willing to burn the world down together?

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.

Two years since her last job as a nanny, Willow is lost at sea without a proper job. Being broke and living off the streets of Florida was never on her to do list and she is never planning on doing so, that's why when she received an email the next morning for an interview with Lorenzo Moretti, the richest businessman and a single father in the business world, she didn't think twice before showing up. Lorenzo is calm and quiet, too much of a professional himself, maybe that's why Willow never expected him to be a part of the mafia. Too much going on in her head, his children, her problems, his secrets and the very thick tension between them, there's just too many obstacles in the way of her profession. ****** “And you seemed busy up here, that's why I didn't want to disturb you.” I told him. He pulls me close, my hands grip the ends of his shirt to steady myself. I could feel every movement of his fingertips at the sides of my waist. I almost melted away when he placed a featherlike kiss at the base of my neck. “I would let you disturb me, Willow.”

The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials. I was born with "sensory impairment." I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power. When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day. But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub. And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover. I even befriended the evil twin Hexenbiest, treating them like sisters. The first time we met, I reached out and ran my hand over the vampire's abs. "Nice body," I commented, "just a bit on the short side." He let out a humorless laugh, reattached the head he'd been holding to his neck, and gripped my chin. "I'm six-foot-five," he said. "Want to take another look?"

"I am a weapon of Valkyrie and only her command do I follow. What she hates, I destroy and what she cherishes, I protect."  .... Betrayed and sold by her friends and Pack into the slave establishment, Valkyrie was bought by none other than the ruthless Alpha prince, Alpha Ryker. As a pleasure slave, Valkyrie must fulfill her duty to the man who sees her as nothing more than something beneath his shoe. "You're wolf-less. An Omega. A witch!" He snarls, yet he craves her body like a venom craving its antidote. But things fell apart on the night of the blood moon when something primal unlocked in Valkyrie, and a dangerous secret unfolded. In a Pack where Omegas are nothing but breeders, she wants revenge, she wants blood, until she's taken captive by the notorious rogue king popularly known as 'Scarface.' His name is whispered in fear, with trembling lips and only within the thick walls of rooms.  Now she must choose between vengeance and saving herself. . This isn't just a story of an Omega or a unique being whose eyes held the power to the rise and ruin of great men; it's a tale of betrayal, revenge, love, and webbed secrets and lies.

I lifted my head from Rhys's arms, his strong chest rising and falling against my cheek. Silk sheets tangled around our naked bodies, the air thick with the scent of our passion. After a passionate night with my childhood friend, the Mafia heir, I was jolted awake at three in the morning by the shrill ring of a phone. It was the Don, ordering me to bring Rhys back to the estate for an arranged marriage. I figured it was just another heiress trying to claw her way into the Griffin family, so I kissed his forehead, pressing myself against him and whispering with a low laugh. "Rhys, what's your plan for this boring princess?" He arched an eyebrow, wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "Baby, make sure you pick out a good tie for me. I need to make a good impression on my future father-in-law." Seeing me freeze, Rhys sat up and shot me a casual glance, his voice laced with indifference. "Maeve, what's with that reaction? We're just having fun." "You didn't actually think you were going to be the next Donna of the Griffin family, did you?"

Three months after my death, my brother is hospitalized due to leukemia. That's when my family finally remembers me after kicking me out. My sister, Ruby, texts me. "Caleb is sick, so get the hell back here for a bone marrow transplant. Mom and Dad will stop holding a grudge against you for stealing money." Dad calls me a few times, but they go unanswered. He curses, "How dare she! She didn't even bother calling since we kicked her out a few months ago!" Mom holds my brother, Caleb. Her gaze is full of heartache. "Jolene is an ingrate. She must be hiding because she doesn't want to save you. I'll find her, even if I have to scour the world!" None of them care about me. They have no idea that I died on the night they kicked me out of the house. When they tossed me out, my head bumped into a stone hidden beneath the snow. The snow was particularly heavy that night. It kept falling and falling. Later, when they finally start looking for me, they find my frozen body underneath the thick snow.

Scarlet loved and honored this man in their 10 years of marriage, she had turned down her family fortune just to be with him. He had nothing when she met him and her family never accepted him, so she rejected her own family for his sake. She stayed with him through thick and thin and finally built an empire with him, but on the day that was supposed to be their 10th wedding anniversary she found out that her husband was holding a wedding ceremony with another woman, and not only that, he already had two kids with this woman When she confronted him, her husband wasn't remorseful about it, instead, he threw the divorce papers on her face. Scarlet didn’t hesitate to sign those damn papers, but the next day she wasn't the CEO's wife again, she was the CEO herself and was here to make her ex-husband suffer. Me Harvey, you ex-wife is the new CEO of our rival company “ his men told him. “Please forgive me ex-wife “ he begged on his knees. The woman looked at him and smirked. “ You would work for me, “ she told him as she brushed his hands off