Two Wheels Good

The guy from the playhouse? Impossible. The emerald green eyes. The masked biker. Charlie Adrian is an Omega heir forced to play heiress. His father, after four sons, needs a daughter—for collateral in case war breaks or an alliance must be formed. At Fort College, Charlie studies medicine. His only comfort is the bike competition, where he beats Alphas who dismiss Omegas as weaklings. Then Jayden Rowland beats him. The masked biker who steals Charlie's title is the same man Charlie woos and fucks at the Red Playhouse during his heat. The next day, Jayden shows up as a transfer student. How long can Charlie keep the truth buried—that he hates the man who ruined him and wants to be ruined by him all over again? That the same man stirred his dead wolf back to life?. And what happens when Jayden's obsession with Charlie surfaces... despite the fact that Jayden has never wanted a girl in his life? A marriage alliance forces the enemies together. Tangled in sheets and wheels. Charlie is pregnant.

June was someone ordinary, everything changes when a ridiculously hot stud, Andrew walks into her life and then it was a roller-coaster ride. Join them in their little rendezvous. Stay with them as they overcome all the odds for love.

She was left at the altar. Her fiancé married another woman right in front of her. Joan Richard's perfect life collapsed in a single moment. Humiliated and grieving she disappears to a quiet town with nothing but her father’s old motorcycle and a heart full of rage. There, she meets Jax Wolfe a rugged, tattooed biker with a past as brutal as hers and a name that isn’t what it seems. He’s running from a bloodstained past. She’s running from betrayal. Neither of them is looking for love. But love doesn’t wait for permission. It crashes in loud and fast, like chrome on asphalt. And love on two wheels? It’s dangerous. It’s reckless. And it never comes without a price.

Blaze’s tongue speared into me, flicking and sucking fast and a strangled scream tore out of my throat. I arched off the bed, or attempted to, but Blaze’s grip on my hips were like granite, mercilessly pinning me to the bed as he ravished me like I was his last meal on earth. “Please,” I cried out through a stuttered moan. A moment later, Justin was crouching above me, gripping my throat firmly and making me mewl shakily as my eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. “You wanna be a good girl for us? Don’t you?” He asked, voice silky and deep. I nodded my head vigorously, eagerly. I wanted to be good for him, for the both of them– always. I always want to be good for them. “Now shush. Be a good girl and take it.” ————- Molly has been in a relationship with Justin for over a year, and their love was as strong as mountains. When Molly’s twenty-first birthday arrived, she didn’t expect her boyfriend to bring her most dirtiest fantasy to life, which was to have a threesome with two hot looking men. And when Molly and her boyfriend realized just how much they loved that night spent with Blaze, it became a reoccurring experience. But, what Molly didn’t expect to happen, was for her to unknowingly start catching feelings for Blaze. • • This is a m/w/m ménage story featuring: - dom/sub undertones. - sexual awakenings. - dirty as fuck sex.

“If I win…you have to sit on my d*ck and ride me all night.” Pakin, Thanawin Tangsakyuen has hated Sean, Sahapap Cheewagaroon ever since he first entered the world of auto racing. Known as the King of the Track, Sean is easily one of the most famous racers in the industry, belonging to the team Track Dragons, but he’s also known as a heartless player who can pounce and bounce without a second thought. When Pakin’s best friend comes to him with the news that she had been the Track King’s latest casualty, Pakin has no chose but to challenge Sean to a race, even though he is just a novice. But as Sean places an unusual bet for the loser, Pakin is conflicted about this own feelings and his unusual attraction towards this man that he is supposed to hate. But as their one-night stand turns into something neither one of them can let go of, who will be the first to admit defeat in this race against their hearts and dignity? And what happens when Sean finally learns the truth behind the reason why Pakin approached him in the first place…and the truth behind his real identity?

Eve was a lover girl through and through that was why when Sinclair Stone came professing his undying love for her, Eve couldn't help but fall in love with her prince charming. Eva gave up everything; wealth, royalty and fame just to be with the love of her life. But, just after the wedding, Eva became a forgotten piece in her own home. The man she loved, turned his back on her. Troubled by this, Eve began seeing answers, anything that would help her fix her marriage and that was when she found out; Sinclair Stone never loved her, she was just a pawn in his game.

I was working overtime at the mall on New Year's Eve, only to witness my boyfriend proposing to the broke student, whose scholarship was funded by my family, on the biggest screen in the place. I was about to step forward and confront him when she, with tears in her eyes, accepted the proposal. "Being confessed to in my family’s own estate… is so romantic and meaningful. Thank you for loving me so wholeheartedly for five years." As soon as those words left her mouth, the two embraced, sharing a deep kiss amidst the cheering crowd. They even won the "Best Couple" award for the night. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I volunteered to present them with their prize. I couldn’t wait to see what fate had in store for two pieces of trash standing together.

{ON HIATUS} It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war. To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy. Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill. And now. I belong to him. But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart. We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough. It's not supposed to be real. It's not. And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me. He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence. My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives. His life. _ _ _ Book 1: Anastasia & Damien. Book 2: Isabella & Claud. Book 3: Teal & Vittorio. Book 4: Alexander & Dimitra. T.W: non-con, dub-con, CNC(consensual nonconsent), BDSM, age-gap, ch*cking, forbidden love, explicit content, sadomasochism.

Blaze shoved Carlo hard, his breath ragged. “Get the hell out of my way! I don’t need your help.” Carlo caught his balance, his lips curling into a taunting smirk. “Really? Because it looks like you’re drowning without me.” "And no matter where you go, I'll be the only man you'll come back to" Carlo slurs. **** Blaze is a street racer trying to pay off his father’s debt, desperate to win his freedom. Carlo is a rich son of a powerful family, living a life of luxury that Blaze can only dream of. But there’s one thing Carlo can’t buy—true passion. When the underground racing scene throws them into competition, their rivalry heats up. But after an unexpected one-night stand, a new kind of tension sparks between them. Suddenly, Blaze and Carlo find themselves drawn to each other in a way they never imagined. Now, they have to decide if they can put their hatred aside and risk everything for a love neither of them saw coming. But what happens when Blaze finds out Carlo's secret?

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.