Towel Wrapped Around Waist

"Where are you going, Mrs?" Zaviyaar pulled her to himself after seeing her going away from him. She fell straight on his lap. "I was going to change the dress." She said in a low voice as she felt his warm breathing airing on her neck. "It's not needed." He said meaningfully to her and put his lips on her neck. Anaaya stopped breathing as she felt his grip getting tight. This man is living in her every breath. Zaviyaar tightened his grip on her waist and slowly his lips travelled up from her neck to her face. Anaaya's heart was pounding fast as she felt his warm lips and his beard rubbing against her skin. "You have become my soul, Anaaya Zaviyaar." He said lovingly, kissing Anaaya's cheeks. Anaaya abruptly held him tightly by his shoulders. "For the happening of this moment, I waited every moment." She leaned near his ear and taking a heavy breath, she told him in a soft voice. Abruptly, Zaviyaar's grip has tightened around her waist.

Roxanne Grant has always been one to live her life according to her rules. Blessed with a handsome and capable fiancé and a dream job, she couldn’t have imagined a life better, until she discovers that her fiancé had been cheating with his secretary for a long time. Enraged and heartbroken, Roxanne decides to take revenge but accidentally bumped into Lance Laurent, Los Angeles’s hottest bachelor and heir to Laurent cop and the stepbrother of his fiancé. After that one steamy night, things began to get more complicated, spiraling out of Roxanne’s control and down a lane of lust. And much to her surprise, the L.A’s hottest bachelor doesn't plan on letting go of her anytime soon. ** ** ** "Thinking of another man while having me? Tell me, is my time a joke to you, woman?” Lance had grabbed her chin to meet his gaze harshly. With his words, Roxanne grinned as she placed the last of her concerns behind. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, she answered him in a slurry voice. “You have my full attention now, so you better make it worth the while.”

The sound of the liquor bottle breaking echoed against the walls of that room, making her flinched. She gazed into those intoxicated piercing green eyes hovering over her. "Leave from my room right now, Damien," her sapphire orbs filled with tears of terror, whereas her grip tightened on the towel covering her wet bare body but the person before her didn't follow her words. A shiver ran down her spine when he placed his both palms on the glass door behind her, caging her completely. "We will talk tomorrow when you will be sober up but please leave now," she attempted to push him away but her body froze when he pinned both of her wrists above her head, resulting in the towel slipping from her body. Her naked body trembled, both in fear and cold but the blazing rage in those bloodshed green eyes flamed up her being. She tried to wiggle out from his hold until…. "Do you still love him, Zia?" His question stabbed inside her heart like a dagger. Her tears of fear turned into anger. After she submitted every single inch of her to him last night, he was still asking her that question. "What if I said, yes…I still love Dylan then?" She challenged him but immediately hissed in pain when he dug his fingers in her tender skin. "Then I will kill him right in front of you," his cavernous voice husked against her lips but his words glossed her eyes more. How can he be so cruel that he didn't hesitate before thinking about killing his own brother? Her heart clenched when he pressed his lips against her and whispered those words in her mouth. "Because I will be the only person to ruin you in my love, Zia Damien Karlson,"

“You are mine,” he growls. “Even if I have to break every rule to keep you.” New girl. New town and definitely new rules. Emma Thorne didn’t ask to get dragged into a high school crawling with werewolves, especially not the Alpha who watches her like he’s starving. Noah Blackthorn is cold and powerful plus gorgeous, and totally off-limits. He already has a girl wrapped around his bed and his reputation, but when he locks eyes with Emma, everything changes, because she’s not just any girl. She’s his mate. And it’s too bad she’s human but he’s a possessive Alpha who doesn’t take rejection well. Now Emma’s stuck in the middle of mean girls who want her gone, secrets she was never meant to hear, and a dangerous connection to a guy who makes her feel everything and nothing all at once. In this town, love doesn’t just burn, it marks you.

STAND ALONE BUT SPIN OFF TO ‘THE OMEGA FOR SALE.’ “You will listen to me when I speak to you, Jessy.” The Alpha growled in my ears and I snorted, barely able to move from the fingers that he had wrapped around my throat and my pressed back to the wall. “Why would I? It’s not like you listened to me when I tried to reach you in the last five years now, did you now Alpha Arthur?” I whispered back, making sure to maintain eye contact. I could see how his eyes changed with my words, he was affected. But I didn’t care, not in the least. *** Completely frustrated with life at her pack and her status as the Alpha King’s daughter, Jessy sets out of her pack, hoping to find new beginnings and experience a different life. But is Jessy ready for life outside of her father’s protection? Will she be able to face the life changing events that came with it especially when a past that she had hoped to forget resurfaces?

The night before my wedding, my mom got into a car accident—she needed a blood transfusion, fast. Her blood type was rare. Mine matched. I was pregnant, but I didn't think twice. I donated. While I was bleeding out, losing my baby, my fiancé, Joffrey Habsburg, and his brother—my so-called childhood friend—Mateo, were busy holding Nancy's hand during her cosmetic surgery. I begged Joffrey to save my mom. Only then did he bother to pick up a scalpel. When it was over, he said, "Surgery failed. She's gone." Two days later, I overheard Nancy purring through the door, wrapped around the Habsburg brothers. "Mateo really is a racer—he hit that old hag dead on. And Joffrey? You were amazing too, making sure she didn't survive the surgery. Thanks to you both, I got Lori's blood for my operation."

On the day of my daughter Eleanor Baldwin's second birthday party, my entire family stood nervously by the banquet hall entrance. They were not there to greet guests, but rather to keep me from showing up and causing a scene. Mom's face was written all over with anxiety. "Lucas wouldn't actually crash the party, would he?" Dad's brow stayed tightly furrowed. "Who knows? That disgrace of a son is capable of anything." My younger brother, Cody Baldwin, had his arm wrapped gently around my wife, Kendra Clarkson, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry. If Lucas dares to show up, I'll keep you and Ellie safe." Kendra nodded slowly. "If it really comes to that... maybe we should just let Ellie be his goddaughter. At least then, we're still family..." However, the party came and went, and I never appeared. I had already made up my mind to join a classified national defense research program. Only this time, it was for good.

My fated mate, Alpha Baton, had once shackled his bloodlust for me. He’d built a corporate empire from the ashes of his bloody conquests, all to give me a civilized home. Even when my father was framed for murdering the brother of his first love, Seraphina, he held me gently. "Don't worry, Tricia. I'll face this with you." But on the day of the trial, my father was condemned as a murderer and exiled to the North. And Baton? He was celebrating, with his arm wrapped around Seraphina. I hunted down the witness, demanding answers, only to find him trembling as he stared at Baton, who stood right behind me. It was Baton. He had threatened the witness into lying. He was willing to destroy my father, just to make Seraphina happy. "Seraphina's brother is dead. Someone has to pay the price." The mate bond between us didn't just snap—it shattered. Agony ripped through my soul. If I meant nothing to him, our marking ceremony was a promise. And now, it was one I had to break.

Two ruthless men wrapped around her finger tips. A love that threatens to burn all. Camellia Moretti was born into a Mafia family where duty superceded anything. When she turned Eighteen, her Father arranged a marriage for her with the cruelest Mafia Lord, Alejandro Ricci. But Camellia refuses to marry him, running away from him to seek refuge with the world wide famous assassin, Mateo Greco. But what happens when she becomes trapped in a love triangle between the two dangerous men, who are more than willing to set the world ablaze for her? *** Alejandro Ricci is the sole heir of the Requiem, he was raised to be as brutal as possible. Dangerous, ruthless, possessive, and obsessive. He always goes for what he wants, which happens to be just her. Mateo Greco is known as a ghost. He is the best assassin in the whole of New York city, the best money can ever buy. He was never known for backing off especially when it comes to getting what he wants. In the fierce fight for Camillia Moretti's heart and body, who wins?

They say opposites attract. Yet, Raffaele and Edwina avoid each other like the plague. Physically present, but lost in separate dimensions—two forces resisting, yet desperately needing each other to survive. They are each other’s equilibrium, just as fire needs air, just as heat demands the cold. They know it, but they fight it. Raffaele Marcello is the undisputed King of the Italian Mafia. A ghost in the underworld, ruthless and untouchable. One look in his eyes, and you’re as good as dead. He is a killer who has carved away parts of himself just to survive. Blood stains his hands—someone, somewhere had to die for him to live. He is his own law, the embodiment of power itself. Edwina Gemstone is fire wrapped in elegance, a force to be reckoned with. Sassy, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically fierce, she never bows to anyone. Success drapes around her like the finest diamonds, and she wears it with the confidence of a queen. But to touch her is to invite scars—she burns, and she does not regret it. Different paths. Twisted fate. A collision inevitable.