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I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing. I was hiding the knife behind me, picturing the perfect place to stab him. His searing heat sent a gush of lust inside me. I shouldn't fall for that. This was a revenge plan, not a romantic show-off. "I'm engaged, and I have a child with him" I remembered, barely recognizing my cold voice which had become soft and weak. He let out a dirty smirk, lowering his eyes to my lips as we exchanged breath. "I know, but I can't stop myself from falling" he whispered, and before I could blink an eye, he captured my lips, twirling them to his taste. It was a long liquid kiss that made me wet so that I couldn't fight back. The knife slipped off my hand as my body yanked on his. We both dried up where we stood when her voice resounded in our ears. "Mom?"

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

Happy 18th Birthday to me. I found my fated mate... cheating on me with my stepsister. Heartbroken, humiliated, and rejected, I made a vow. I wouldn't just cry; I would get even. In a fit of drunken rage, I stormed into the forbidden wing of the Pack House. I wanted to sleep with the most dangerous man I could find—just to prove I wasn't the weak omega my ex said I was. I found him in the shadows. Dark. Lethal. Possessive. I thought it was just a one-night stand with a stranger. A way to numb the pain. I was wrong. The next morning, when he walked into the pack meeting, the entire room fell to its knees. My ex-boyfriend trembled in fear and called him "Father." The man I slept with isn't just a rogue. He is Killian Blackwood—the ruthless Lycan King, and the most feared Alpha in the world. And now, he’s looking at me with hungry eyes. "You ran away this morning, little one," he growled, stepping over my ex to corner me against the wall. "But you can't run from this." He thinks he can claim me. He thinks I'll be his obedient Luna. But I have a secret. I'm pregnant with the King's heir... and I'm about to disappear.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, aware of the heat from his body, rolling off in waves. Awareness swept through me, my stomach clenched and wetness flooded my core as I felt his nearness; and I sighed. He gripped a handful of my hair with an oath and brought his mouth down on mine, his hard lips slanting as they claimed my mouth. His heavy, strong body forced me against the wall and I trembled with need and fear… I was rigid for a while, unable to understand what was happening. My body begged me to hold his shoulders, to stroke him, to let go. But my almost Puritanical upbringing made me stay stiff and resistant. Till he sank his teeth into my lower lip and I opened my mouth in a gasp. * When the cynical, jaded Mafia Don Lucien Delano, meets eighteen-year-old, Proserpina Martinez, she falls in love with him without realizing that she is just a plaything for him. By the time she comprehends the reality, it is too late. Pregnant and alone the spirited young woman does something that takes the Don by surprise. She runs away. What happens next? Read it to find out how the stormy, passionate lovers battle their emotions and themselves. *

~~~ "How many punishments do you have pending, Lucienne?” Immediately the word punishment left his ears, I turned hot, my tongue went numb, my throat became dry, my hands trembled and very became sweaty. "Answer me!" He demanded and I flinched, my gaze now directed to the ground. "S-seventeen," I stammered, my tears and liquid from the different things hurdled at me mixing and landing on the soil. "So this makes it eighteen?” he asked and I forced myself to nod. He dished out some orders to the pack members before turning to me. "Then let's get this started. Your kneels must not leave the ground till we get to our destination. And no, it's not part of your eighteen punishments. Let's go!" ~~~~ Haunted by a past filled with pain and betrayal, Lucienne bears the scars of a life marred by tragedy. Tangled in the clutches of a possessive mate, who constantly makes sure happiness is far from her, she battles not only the physical wounds but the emotional turmoil from years ago. As she tries to escape this painful life, will Lucienne find the strength to embrace love and happiness, or will the echoes of her history shatter the remnants of the once-happy girl she used to be and make her a lone wolf for life?

“I can make love to you any way I choose.. sitting, standing, lying on the bed or my comfortable couch"he replied coldly "What will you do then if I refuse,rape me?" Her voice trembled and her blue eyes widened in fear and her body shivered,he noticed. "Do you want me to?"he smirked. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family had thought that at this stage ,her childhood dream of being a school owner was near future not until she was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Antonio. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the most spoilt rich kid of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela… One year Angela will have her simple life back.But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment?

Your freedom is not yours to bargain with,” his deep voice growled as he closed the distance between us. My body trembled, helpless against the fear of what awaited me. His fingers traced my check with cruel tenderness, his breath warm against my skin as I leaned in. A shiver ran through me as his lips brushed my neck. "You're mine forever," he whispered. "That's all you shall ever be–a breeder." That one word shattered my world. I never wished this fate, least of all to him, the ruthless Lycan King who sees Omegas as nothing more than his sexual plaything. I wanted him to be my first, though love isn't for someone like me–a discarded Omega with no worth. Rejected by her Alpha mate, who chose her twin sister over her, Morwenna is sold to the Lycan King, Leofric Thaddeus, as his breeder. Heartbroken and filled with anger, she vowed to resist him, yet her body betrayed her, wanting the Lycan King's touch. But when her first mate returned, pleading for her forgiveness, Morwenna faced an impossible choice: the love she once dreamed of or the ruthless Lycan King who now claims her body. Perhaps even her heart.

“I’ve warned you from the beginning. Don’t marry him, but you won’t listen.” Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. “You’re not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze.” My whole body trembled at her words. “Have you no shame?” I asked. “Take a good look at yourself, Heather.” She stared at me in the mirror. “You can’t even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?” Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn’t believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father’s company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.

Ethan Walker, the complete definition of rude, arrogant and dangerously handsome. He listens to no one, and does things his way, the first and only son to Alex and Sage Walker, he's a spoilt rich brat. If there's anything about Ethan is that he hates sharing, no matter how minute it is, once it's his then he would rather hell freeze over than share it. But that changes when he is forced to share his parents love and attention with a strange girl. At 7 he already disliked this girl that stole his parents love and attention from him. And he vowed he would make her life a living hell. But is that the only reason he dislikes her? Ava Walker, the adopted daughter of Alex and Sage Walker, after trying for years to conceive after their first child with no luck, they opt in for adoption and they chose her. Shy, naive, beautiful and smart, Ava is forced to take the harsh and cruel words of her foster brother all the while making sure his parents don't find out because she'd hate to be the reason his parents scold him. Hurt by the fact that Ethan will never agree to calling her his sister or accepting her into the family, she is faced with a bigger challenge when things get complicated between them. Now one question keeps ringing in her head. Does Ethan really hate her? It's going to be a long ride for Ethan and Ava. Story contains explicit sexual content and a lot of smut