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“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. “If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.” ………………….. THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18. 185 days. That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin. She was sold to him like property. Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession. She looks like the woman he once lost. And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules. No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch. She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all? She’s no longer sure she wants him to.

"We will never come back here next summer. We won't." Kuya Dusk's voice sounded with finality. I heard my brothers sighed heavily. They both kissed me in my forehead, and the next thing I knew, my vision were blocked by darkness. I am to reckless for giving trust. I am a foolish when I gave love. It's all absurd, but I did all that. For him, for the man I thought of never gonna hurt me. I want to forget you. I hope I could wake up tomorrow with no worries, tomorrow that I will no longer remember you, Trevor. I wish I could forget how I gave my whole stupid heart to you.

Victim to an age old belief pertaining to Friday the 13th, Kara finds herself kidnapped and dumped in a remote mansion. A blind walk through its long corridors leads her to someone; a powerful and devastatingly handsome man who looks like an angel come alive and has been plaguing her dreams ceaselessly. Kara is convinced their meeting is a coincidence, one never to happen again. Carlisle has finally met his bride and is too jaded to believe in coincidences.

BLURB "You drive me insane, Carla!" He growled, hoisting me on the desk. His lips brushed my jaw and my breath quickened when he slipped his fingers underneath my red dress. "Fuck, you are not wearing panties," He groaned, gripping my thighs possessively. I was filled with an unnerving amount of neediness and I had my fingers working on his belt in no time. "God, just fuck me already." I moaned, peering at him beneath my lashes. He muttered profanities under his breath, lifted me a little, and plunged into me swiftly. "Fuck!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to get more of what he was offering as he pounded into me, burying his head into my neck. "Mine!" He growled into my neck. ༆ Carla Jason and Dawson Walcott were the definitions of opposite attracts. Where Carla was naive—prim, innocent, and not ladylike, Dawson was the typical ruthless fuck-boy, who chased after anything in a skirt, especially the sexy ones. All his life, he had always hoped to meet his mate at his coronation ceremony of being the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, which was coming up in a few days but fate had other plans in store. Carla had walked in on him fucking another omega and she wasn't just a random omega to him. She was the omega he had always been in love with. Worse, she turned out to be his mate. Dawson knew how difficult it would be to make her his, given his history and what she had found out about him on the day he realized she was his mate. The complications weren't about to stop Dawson from claiming what was his before her twentieth birthday but was Carla going to allow herself to be vulnerable with a playboy?

What if your soul was in someone else's body? Will your feelings change too? Lee Umji, an editor and translator from Seoul, South Korean. She has a monotonous life that only goes to offices- apartments route. Static and boring. Suddenly, to her surprise, Lee Umji experienced a soul-to-body teleportation of Kim Hana, a rich woman who was in a coma for four years and living in New York. Kim Hana with all the complications in her life. This story is a fantasy type wrapped in romance and mystery. Will use two points of view. A. = POV 3 B. = POV 1 Are you ready to explore New York, Seoul and Tokyo, along with all the mysteries?

"Jake, why are you laughing?" I called out with archer brows, hesitance creeping into my voice. He looked at me, a devilish grin I haven't seen on his face in all the time we've spent together curling on those sexy lips of his,"You speak about how we're in love with so much passion, Keliegh..." he started, voice turning steely. "But I was never in love with you, it was all a game. A facade. And you were just the right pawn to use." The whole world went blank at what happened next. **************** Keliegh needed a place to hide. A place to relieve herself of all her trouble and one that Jake would never find her again. But she never expected to find herself in her true mates pack, not one but two. And just like fate plays in an evening moonlight, Keleigh is welcomed in a new battle, one that seems so tough for her. Two mates, an ex lover, and a childhood friend who now wants her. Which would prevail?

Synopsis Two people, in different world destine to meet each other. Sergeant Herrera a young officer who keeps peace in the land of Simpkins. Chyrill an ordinary woman, who went to Simpkins to be a volunteer, who was isolated from her friends and stranded in the woods saved by the Arland Soldiers. But her days was never been easy, she was suspected as one of the intelligence units from Sans serif the group of terrorist. She stays in the camp of the Arland Soldier she did not expect to fall in love with the Sergeant and make him fall in love with her. How can she escape from the Arland camp if her heart belongs to the Northern people of Simpkins and her days with the Sergeant was a remarkable in her entire life, day by day she was falling in love with the Sergeant. Who will can say that in the midst of the war there was a love grows in between the two of them. But how long will their love prevail if destiny itself and war separate them.

“My eyes flashed open as the chilly air passed through my whole body but it wasn't the cold that woke me up. Grayham was lying next to me and his warm body caressed mine when he turned to me, his eyes shut. His warm breath flushed all over my face. I shut my eyes and imagined the comfort his body would bring to me. Then his legs curled up around mine and an electric shock shot up to my brain. The bulge in my trousers doubled in size. Through the dark, I led my hand into my trousers and when I clasped my dick, it was erect, swollen, and heavy. What if he was touching me? What if my cock was buried into his mouth or what if his hands were the ones doing the stroking? Fuck! I stroked harder as I imagined myself shoving my huge dick down his throat. I spewed on the floor and turned to the bed face down while panting heavily. Then, the warning bells in my head rang! Did I just cum while thinking about my mortal enemy?” *** Miles Kaden lives quietly, fiercely protective of the old building his father once tended. He’s stubborn, grounded, and bound to a place full of history—and secrets. Grayham Wilson is sharp, cold, and disgustingly rich. He builds empires by tearing others down. And now he wants that old building. They were never meant to meet. But one impulsive act changes everything. They wake up in each other’s bodies. What starts as a battle of wills quickly turns into something far more tangled. Because the longer they live each other’s lives, the more blurred the lines become. Two men. One curse. A hundred days to survive it—or risk losing not just their lives, but themselves.

He was a player... the whole school knew She was a heart breaker... no one knew. Willis Reeler was the school's bad boy. The one who bedded girls for fun. The typical high school hottie and egotistical jerk. He was tagged: The Player. Leigh Raeken was a quiet girl newly transferred from another school. Everyone's mistake was not asking why she transferred. She was kind and nice yes, but underneath the disguise awaits a ruthless heart breaker... waiting for her next victim. What happens when a bet and endless ego pushes the Player to bed his latest conquest: the nice new transfer girl... in thirty days? And the ruthless Heart breaker sees another prey about to get his heart broken in all of thirty days? Will the Player succeed in yet adding another reckless play to his name? Will the Heart breaker succeed in crushing another heart and reputation? Will the Player and the Heart breaker both be victims of their deadliest enemy: Love? They've both got Thirty Days... May The Best Player Win.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy """""''''''' " Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them, trapping her with his hands against the wall. The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were. Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she didn't like the way her body reacted to him but she had no control over it. She clenched her fist with her gaze fixed on him, and his on her, his silver-grey eye terrorized her but she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. He leaned closer toward her ears and she finally let out her breath but the relief was short-lived as she felt his breath on her skin, causing a chill to run down her spine. "I don't care what image you've built to convince.." He whispered, his voice raspy as his words trailed off after which he continued."But, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you so much as pose a threat to his life."