Tiny Virgins

"You're bound to me by what you saw. So, you have only one option apart from death." My heart pounded as I waited for him to continue. His perfectly sculpted face was graced with a tiny, knowing smirk. "The greatest form of loyalty is when we become one. So, you, mi señorita, will swear your loyalty to me—by becoming my bride." My breath caught. What? — Rose Anderson, a fearless FBI agent, is sent on a high-stakes undercover mission to take down Luca Castillo, the ruthless leader of the Spanish mafia—after rejecting her boss’s unwelcome advances. Determined to protect her mother and prove her worth, she accepts the challenge, ready to expose Luca’s empire. But when the mission takes a dangerous turn, she finds herself forced into an unwanted marriage—a move that binds her closer to the very man she’s meant to destroy. As she gathers evidence and unravels the dark secrets he conceals, the lines between duty and desire, justice and betrayal begin to blur. The deeper she goes, the more she risks—not just her life, but also her heart. Will she stay loyal to her mission—or surrender to the one man she was meant to bring down?

"Do you miss me Bella...mia" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen looking at him with wide eyes. "W..what.." she tried speaking but immediately closed her mouth breathing hard. She glared at him HARD while a handsome smirk appeared on his face. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she said,his eyes moving across her body especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow" he asked. That was actually the first thing he noticed when she stepped out of the bathroom with a red towel wrapped around her tiny frame. "Why should I tell you that. I owe you no explanation" She said feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinized gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean blue eyes. She hates to deny it but he grew much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. " Let me ..go.. now" her voice hoarse. " I hate repeating myself Lexi. You might wanna start talking" Lexi Thompson, a retired cop, is trapped in a toxic game of cat and mouse with Antonio Saint Claire, a ruthless mafia kingpin. Lexi Thompson thought she'd escaped Antonio Saint Claire's toxic grasp but his obsession runs deep. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she find a way to break free, or will their twisted love consume them both ?.

[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."

Kate's perfect life shattered into pieces on the day she received the news that her parents had died, leaving her alone with a failing business and the family's reputation hanging by a tiny thread. The day her parents died was the day the Drays invested in her parents' company, and the Drays were on the verge of reaching the next level when the disaster happened. After the tragedy, the Drays were at risk of losing a significant profit and project. Mr. Carlos, Kate's uncle, then decided with the rest of the family, without Kate's awareness, that due to the family's reputation and the business, Kate must marry William Dray. When Kate found out, she was devastated and didn't want to give in, but the family threatened and forced her into marrying the cold billionaire, William Dray. She reluctantly agreed and accepted the loveless marriage with William, holding onto the hope that this marriage might somehow lead to something she had never imagined. William Dray has only one goal With the marriage: to protect his billion-dollar investment, even if it means marrying a woman he didn't know or love. Kate, determined to reclaim her parents' legacy, vows to endure the icy walls Of the union. But with William's cold and ruthless demeanor, he keeps a secret that could unveil everything Kate thought she knew about her family, as well as the truth and secrets behind her parents' deaths.

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.

Ethan chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through my hair. Electricity ran up my spine as I tried not to react to how good it felt. “God, you’re cute.” He said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we lingered in our embrace for a moment before pulling away. I could see something was shifting, was he holding me? What were these feelings brewing inside of me? I told myself not to take them too seriously. “You’re pretending.” I whispered to myself. “None of this is real.” - The offer was simple: one million dollars to pretend to be his girlfriend, then his fiance, in a space of six months. Everything she wanted was going to be at the tip of her fingers, including, maybe, making her best friend Jake a tiny bit jealous. What could go wrong? Everything, absolutely everything. And they both wanted it.

What if your nightmares were memories of past lives? Every night, Ethan Laurent dreams of the same girl dying in his arms. Every night, he fails to save her. And every morning, he wakes up with the taste of her blood on his lips and a name he can't remember. As the powerful heir to one of the strongest werewolf bloodlines, Ethan has everything - looks, status, and a reputation that makes every girl at LuxeMount Academy want him. But he's hiding something dark behind that perfect face. Then Lydia Bailey shows up, and suddenly his carefully controlled world starts cracking. There's just one tiny problem: every time they get close, history tries to repeat itself. And this time? They're running out of chances to get it right. Can they break the cycle before it destroys them both? Or were they doomed from the start?

"You mean nothing to me anymore," he spat, his eyes bloodshot as his words coursed terrifically through my body. "I, Lucian Dimitri, Alpha of Crescent Moon pack, hereby reject you, Selina Anderson as my mate and future Luna," he affirmed, sending stabs of pain through my already torn heart, slicing it into a million tiny pieces. "As for the punishment for your crime, henceforth, you are no longer a member of this pack, and that means you can never show your face anywhere around here anymore," My whole life was shattered in a minute, the earth had opened up and for some reason, it kept dragging me down with it and no matter how hard I tried to stay afloat, nothing could stop me from drowning. Except for the tiny little life beating inside me, my hands unconsciously fell to my stomach because unknown to Alpha Lucian, I was carrying his child. ** A week ago, Alpha Lucian had discovered that I was his mate after years of fruitless search, nothing had ever felt so right in my life. But then, doom came knocking on my door the night he was going to announce our union to everyone. That same night, I had woken up after a short nap, with a strange man laying naked beside me, and Alpha Lucian, my mate standing tall over us.

“You are mine.” Jerald possessed, trailing wet kisses down Jasmine's body while she let out uneven breaths, her body tingling as tiny ripples sneered through her. Jerald's right hand gripped her heavy tits and he fondled hard, kissing her navel, obsession burning through his every act. “You are mine. Jasmine… your body..” He paused and kissed her navel. “Your heart and your soul... Everything belongs to me.” His voice was laced with domination as he moved his head downward, trailing wet kisses down her body till he parted her legs with his head, burying his face between her beautiful thighs. * This high and Mighty never took NO for an answer. He is Jerald De Luca. Either business or Women, he would surely always have his slightly illegal way. When Jasmine crawled into his bed with the intention of saving up for some medical bills, she thought everything would last for a month like the contract spelled out. Everyone has been to his bed, but none has ever won his heart like she did. She was the opposite of him, calm, yet fierce and unyielding. She didn't bend to his will like the air and every other woman did and most differently, her eyes held the light that was missing in this world. This mare lust grew into a love that pioneered an unshakable obsession. The desire to protect her was like second nature, clogging his every breath like a whispered secret. But when life challenges come crashing in, threatening to rip their relationship apart, Jerald is faced with the harsh reality of life. This angel was not so innocent as he forsee and all along he had been the enemy that he had sworn to protect her away from.

Yasmin spent her entire life in the church as a nun. Her father was a well respected and over zealous priest and she was as silent and quiet as an empty chapel. But all that changed the day she met Jacob West, a dominant billionaire bad boy and every girl's dream lover. She learns things about herself that she never knew. He engages her mind and body and teaches her pleasure and pain, a different kind of pain than the one her father inflicted on her for tiny mistakes. Her entire world changes, she knows too much. Will her father ever forgive her? Maybe she was just not cut out to be a nun after all.