Vincent Sinclair

I moaned out his name. "Damien, you are not trying hard to get me, yet .." He smirked and whispered to my ears. "I like being hard, Not "trying" hard." His hand grazed mine, sending a shiver straight to places I didn’t know I could feel. Damien’s smirk was wicked, his eyes dark with desire, and my body betrayed me with every glance. I wanted him, yet my heart longed for someone gentler, someone who could love me without burning me alive. Ethan’s soft voice behind me made my chest ache, reminding me there was a different way to feel alive...a way that felt safe, tender, and real. Torn between lust and love, every heartbeat became my dangerous game.” *** When Lila Sinclair’s mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses. The only person who can take her in is her mother’s past lover, Sebastian Blackwood; a wealthy, commanding man with a family of his own. Adopted temporarily into his household, Lila finds herself living with two stepbrothers who will change her life forever: Damien, the dark, irresistible older brother who ignites every forbidden desire...and Ethan, the sweet, caring younger brother who makes her heart feel at home.But time is against her. Her adoption isn’t legal, and after one year, Lila must marry one of them to remain in the country. With 365 nights of temptation, passion, and secrets ahead, she must choose between the fire of lust and the warmth of love, knowing that every choice could shatter her world...

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

(Complete)She helps me stand up and fuck I really miss her so much, but she still doesn't talk, maybe she was still mad at me. She helps me walk through my room and we fall to my bed together with her. She was on the top. She kisses me again and since I really miss her so much I respond immediately even if I couldn't see clearly. And when our kiss stops, I caressed her face. I call her name but I feel so dizzy, she was about to remove my belt but I stop her and said that “no” But she was so persistent, “Vincent, please just once, please I want you. I want to feel your body through mine” At last, she talked and her voice was so very gentle and I really wanted to hear it all day long. “am I not attracted to you? that's why you keep on refusing to do it with me?” I caress her face and I sigh, she made another conclusion about why I always refuse to do, have sex with her. Does the thought never cross her mind? that I've been respecting her that much that's why I didn't make out with her. However, when she was the one who is controlling my body now I know I couldn't stop myself from doing it. She is was beautiful and smells good to resist aside from that she was so ready to remove my clothes. When she was about to remove my boxer I immediately saw clearly that the liquor that I drink disappeared and I grabbed her two hands and we changed our position now. I'm the one who's on her top and I am pinning her to my bed.

Sebelum aku berumur delapan belas, aku adalah putri kesayangan Keluarga Mahendra. Semua berubah pada hari ulang tahunku yang kedelapan belas, ketika ayah pulang membawa seorang gadis yatim piatu bernama Karina. "Dia butuh rumah," kata ayah. "Kamu yang akan mengurusnya, seperti adikmu sendiri." Sejak saat itu, semuanya berubah. Kakakku yang dulu begitu memanjakanku, menjadi dingin dan menjauh. Dan tunanganku... seakan cintanya padaku tiba-tiba berkurang setengah. Keluarga memuji Karina karena lembut dan patuh, menyebutnya anak yang jauh lebih baik daripada aku, darah daging mereka sendiri. Setelah berkali-kali tersisih karena Karina, aku akhirnya putus asa dan meraih lengan ayah. "Apakah hubungan darah nggak ada harganya di mata kalian?" Amarah ayah menyala. Ia melindungi Karina yang berlinang air mata di belakangnya, dan di depan setiap anggota keluarga, ia menamparku. "Kamu anak egois. Seandainya aku tak pernah melahirkanmu." "Kamu mempermalukan keluarga ini." Suara saudaraku Martin Mahendra sedingin es. "Pergi!" Dan tunanganku, Vincent Santoso, menatapku penuh kecewa. "Seandainya sejak awal yang bertunangan denganku adalah Karina." Mereka mengira aku akan merangkak di hadapan mereka, seperti biasanya. Tapi aku diam saja, berjalan ke brankas keluarga, mengeluarkan kartu keluarga, dan mencoret namaku dengan satu garis. Aku melepas cincin pertunangan dari jariku dan meletakkannya di atas meja. Aku memberikan Karina segala yang menurut mereka tidak layak kuterima. Bagaimanapun, aku hanya punya beberapa hari lagi untuk hidup. Yang tak mereka sadari adalah kelak, di atas kehancuran Keluarga Mahendra, mereka akan berlutut di bawah hujan, memohon aku kembali.

"You are not going anywhere Alina, especially not to that green-eyed bastard." He said, slamming her against the wall & caging her in his arms. "Who do you think you are to tell me that? You are not my boss, Shane." She glared at him. He smirks, "I think you forgot who the boss is. You want me to remind you again?" He licked his lips as his gaze darted towards her lips. Her lips quivered under his hot gaze, as his lips almost touching hers. She took deep breaths, 'Control yourself Alina. Don't get him under your skin.' "Don't play with fire, Shane. You don't know who you are dealing with." She smirked. "Try me." He whispered, lightly grazing her earlobe with his teeth. ____ Alina, a strong headed & badass woman whose life is perfect as a Event planner. She just wants to increase her branches with her best friend & live a simple life. The only thing that bothers her is, her insecurities with men. Everything is normal until she crosses paths with the most powerful gang leader in New York. Shane Vincent King. He’s hot, mysterious, sexy yet dangerous. If you ever dare to come in his way then you’ll no longer be in this world... Every woman wants to be with him but he has his eyes only for one woman. What if Alina is that woman who he wants for all his life? Can she be able to put her insecurities aside for him? What if she got dragged into a dangerous life after entering his life? Or is her life already dangerous because of her unknown past? Will Shane help her to know her past, leading her into a new life & fall in love with each other or fate has some other plans for them?

Eoin Sinclair is the crowned Prince, son of the Werewolf King and Queen. His mother is the legendary Green wolf. He is to be the next King. He agrees to mate his girlfriend Amira after all she is the Princess of the Sirens and raised to be Royal. She knows how to be a calm, submissive, Luna. Kayda is a fire dragon werewolf hybrid her father Danny is the Warrior Gamma of the Royal Pack. Dottie her mother is the last pure bred fire dragon. Kayda realises her relationship with Eoin might not be what she assumed. After all, he thinks she is immature, unruly, and childish, and those are the reasons he has told her to her face. No way they're mates. ***** *** ******* "This isn't wrestling." Eoin grunted. "I could easily throw you off." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned, shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " Get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince." I smirked, emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides, you already hurt me, so kiss it better." I smirked, leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip. "Kayda." he growled in warning. "Last chance, get off me." "And if I don't, do I get that spanking?" I asked . Eoin snapped. I saw it happen in his eyes. I had pushed him to his limit. He swiftly stood up with me in his arms and walked a few paces. Before I knew it, he had me bent over a fallen tree log on the edge of the clearing my head and upper body over the log and my butt in the air. ******* ********* ***** Will the future Kings Flame burn him, or will it set him on fire? Book 3 of the Green Wolf series.

Sebagai seorang model ternama tentu banyak orang mengenal Jane. Ia juga merupakan anak emas agensi. Muda, kaya, dan terkenal. Siapa yang tidak ingin memiliki tiga hal tersebut dalam hidup yang katanya hanya satu kali. Namun, kebahagiaan itu secara mendadak berubah menjadi sesuatu yang menyiksa Jane, ketika bayangan masa lalunya muncul. . Masa lalu yang pernah ia lalui begitu kelam, menyeruak menghancurkan kewarasannya. Hingga suatu hari, Lilibet, sang psikiater menyarankannya untuk rehat dan berlibur ke sebuah tempat dengan pemandangan pantai dan air lautnya yang indah. Disanalah ia bertemu dengan sosok Vincent. Seorang pria pemilik kafe yang ramah meskipun seringkali membuatnya kesal. Mereka tak sering bertemu, namun ketika bertemu akan saling berbagi cerita layaknya kawan lama. Entah apa yang membuat Jane yang begitu tertutup, bahkan pada Lilibet sekalipun, bisa begitu bebas bercerita pada Vincent. Hari-hari Jane di tempat baru terasa menyenangkan, sampai kemudian masalah lain muncul membuatnya terpaksa kembali ke ibu kota. Semuanya tambah runyam dan membuat karir Jane di ujung jurang. Jane pikir penderitaannya di masa lalu telah berakhir, namun ternyata belum. Ia putus asa. Wanita keras kepala dan dianggap egois itu, hampir menyerah akan hidupnya. Di saat itu, sosok Vincent kembali hadir, merengkuhnya dan memberikannya kehangatan. Pria yang selalu membuat Jane nyaman menjadi dirinya sendiri. "Kesuksesan itu—seperti ketika kau menukarkan jiwamu dengan iblis. Kau harus rela menjadi budak dari sebuah kesempurnaan.” Ketika kau mendapatkan sesuatu, maka kau juga harus rela kehilangan sesuatu yang lain.”

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

“ Caroline and Carl are my babies also. I am their father. You can’t keep them away from me. I won’t tolerate it. I want to be in their lives.” “ Oh yeah!? Now, you want to be their father? Now, you want to be in their lives?” I yelled back, “ Did you forget you never wanted a baby. You fucking asked me to abort them when I told you about my pregnancy.” I snapped, “ Not just that you fucking divorced me.” “ I was an idiot, dammit!” he shouted, slamming his fist on my office desk “ I was an idiot who didn't realize what he had in his life until I lost. I regret giving you a divorce. “ Good, now you live with this regret and the guilt you are feeling because I am not entering you back into my life and especially in my babies’ lives.” I snapped. “ Our babies!” he murmurs, looking at me. “ MY BABIES! ONLY MINE!” I yelled. Ariel Black was married to Ian Sinclair and lived a peaceful and happy life with him until one day, he came with a woman in his arm and demanded a divorce. She tells him that he can’t do that as she is pregnant with his child. Ian was so blinded in love for his ex-girlfriend Fiona that he didn’t see the happiness. After a few years, Ian’s eyes opened when he was betrayed by his lover Fiona and regretted. He regretted everything and started living with guilt until one day there, his path crossed with Ariel, and he found out that he is the father of twins. Now he wants Ariel and his children back in his life no matter what the consequences are, but most importantly, he wants Ariel’s forgiveness from her heart.

My mother is the Royal duchy and I am her sole heir. My mother was once deceived by my father, which nearly bankrupted our family. That bastard father of mine disappeared without a trace, taking the fortune he'd stolen from my mother and running off with his mistress. To prevent me from falling for the same kind of man in the future—to keep me from being fooled and robbed blind—my mother adopted two war orphans. She planned to raise them as potential husband candidates for me. But mother never knew the truth. These two men appeared respectful and obedient to her arrangements on the surface. But privately, they were both infatuated with my maid Josie. They constantly neglected me and made my life difficult, all to win her favor. My favorite, Marcus Reed, even gave up his own last name. He changed it to Josie's—Marcus Thompson. The betrayal cut deeper than I'd expected. Before mother died, she asked me the question I'd been dreading. "Which one do you want to choose as your husband?" But I had heard something interesting lately. There was a mafia heir—Vincent Rossi—who was notorious for his violence. He'd killed innocent people. Years of brutal fighting had left him severely injured. The doctors said he had less than six months to live. The mafia Rossi family wanted to marry him to a noblewoman before he died. I didn't hesitate to reach out to him. I offered an alliance through marriage. To my surprise, the Rossi family agreed. But on my wedding day, Marcus and the other candidate burst into the ceremony. They begged me to reconsider. "Please, don't do this!" Marcus shouted, his face desperate. "You can't marry him!" I stood there in my wedding dress, looking at the two men who had spent years ignoring me for my maid. Now they wanted me back? How interesting.