Warm

“He was meant to be a bodyguard, cold and ruthless. But he became a husband, warm and possessive.” In an unfortunate twist of fate, Amelia's parents' enterprise faces bankruptcy. Compelled by financial hardship, they orchestrate a marriage for their daughter, Amelia, to her former boyfriend, Raize Griffin, who had previously inflicted significant emotional distress on her. Amelia's life takes another unforeseen turn when she learns that her marriage to Raize is not legally valid. The documents were a trap orchestrated by his ruthless bodyguard, named Tyler Windward; an architect and a military officer. As time passed, Amelia and Tyler’s relationship deepend leading her to get pregnant. However, Amelia received a photograph of Tyler and another woman in what appeared to be an intimate moment. She was left to wrestle with feelings of betrayal and heartbreak, leading her to terminate their relationship and disclose her pregnancy with another man's child. Years later, Amelia finds herself residing in New York raising her twin children. When the longing for home becomes too powerful to resist, she decides to return, unknowingly setting the stage for fate to intervene. Tyler, who has traded his military life for a corporate role as the CEO of his family's business, unexpectedly encounters one of Amelia's twins.

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)

Scarpa sees. Scarpa wants. Scarpa hunts. Scarpa gets. It’s a chain of life for Torre Scarpa—the unspoken law of the Scarpa world. When Torre sets his eyes on Montana Rossi, his employee’s wife; a pale, soft-spoken foreign woman who gave herself to the wrong Italian man as husband, he doesn't just want her. He claims her by all bloodied means. Montana, left alone, humiliated by the powerful Rossi family after her husband's death, finds herself in Scarpa’s warm embrace. He pays off her debts. Gives her shelter. Offers her peace. Even lets her care for his troubled daughter. He is the savior she never expected. But Scarpa is no angel. Behind the tailored suits and steady gaze is a man who always gets what he wants—no matter the cost. And Montana? She's not free. Not really. Not anymore. As she falls for him, body and soul, she begins to wonder: Is this love? Or a beautiful trap? When the truth of Scarpa’s world comes to light—its secrets, its crimes, its bloodied roots—Montana must face what she’s become, and decide: Can she live with the devil who saved her? Or is it already too late? Because the Lord Scarpa doesn’t let go. He devours.

Nico tightened the belt around my neck, leaned down, and pressed himself against me, thrusting into my body. The lack of oxygen intensified all my sensations; I gasped for breath, trying to escape. He thrust deeper and harder, pain and pleasure spreading up my spine, a tingling sensation leaving me weak and collapsing onto the bed. "Can you feel it, my baby?" Another heavy blow, his hand slapping mercilessly against my forced, upturned buttocks. "This is my declaration of ownership over your body." I closed my eyes, enduring his continued penetration, sharp pleasure erupting from that point that threatened to utterly break me. He moved closer, his fingers wiping away the tears on my face. "Your body, your soul, belong to me." Three days after my boyfriend Nikolai disappeared, my life completely collapsed. When I saw him again, I wasn't greeted by the usual warm embrace; Nico Moretti saw me as the murderer of his twin brother. But the punishment I silently endured gradually took a turn for the worse. "If you want to hurt her, then step over my dead body." "Nico, I'm pregnant."

“I want to hold his dick just like he did perfectly leading so massive to my little pussy……” Hephzibah Thomas has admired, lusts over her stepbrother, Thomas Newton, since high school to college after her mother remarried. Her worst enemy in the hockey game, Zed Nate, finds out her dirty fantasies about him through her MACBOOK and demands compensation to keep the secret within. Newton’s new girlfriend turns out to be Kate Wells- Hephzibah’s high school nemesis, as she plans for a public humiliation after she discovers the deep secret too. But Zed saves her in front of the whole campus as his girlfriend in exchange for his academic success, while he helps her to expose Kate's manipulation, which Hephzibah dives into. As their fake relationship began, Hephzibah began to see the other side of Zed, a warm, gentle heart despite being a playboy, one that's willing to help her and acknowledge her true self to the world. But will Newton ever discover the truth behind the relationship? And when Hephzibah discovers Zed's deepest secret, will she walk away from him... to chase after her dream? or love him still?

“What about your son? You don't want to see him again?” I froze, his voice dipped even lower. “You'd really let your sister win? And let Zade leave you like that? You are easier than I thought.” I shook my head slowly. “It's pointless. No one would believe me. They never have.” Caspian leaned closer. “What if we signed a deal?” *** Branded a traitor by the pack she bled for, Nyx is betrayed by the sister she once protected and discarded by the mate who swore eternity at her feet. Stripped of her title, her son torn from her arms, she’s dragged away in chains and sold like livestock to a rogue Alpha who sees her as nothing more than a pawn. But fate has other plans. Traded off for two warm bodied mistresses, Nyx lands in the clutches of Caspian Ashrow, the merciless Lycan King. With eyes like frozen steel and a heart just as cold, he has no use for a broken queen. Yet now, he owns one. She’s lost everything. But in the ashes, something stirs. Vengeance. The desire to make her mate, her sister and everyone who had hurt her pay. What happens next? Journey through the story of love and revenge with me!

lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd like to forget to get a book out of my locker, so I went to go quickly and went to get it. I was leaning against the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door. When warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move" being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hands backward. I hear a grunt and turn to find the person hunched over as they hold part of their face "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. and then he looked up. the first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. it looked so smooth, and 1 almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering It was him. Six. He is the most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook.

He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be? "Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and dangerous. I’m hoping he heeds my warning. The tall man keeps leaning forward to me, putting our bodies in an intimate, awkward setting. "One, Two, Thre--" He steers his legs forward. My heart was beating a mile per second. I can't believe he is doing this! Feeling his warm palms cupping my face, the next thing I know, he is kissing me. His lips taste like strawberries. I got an entry pass into heaven!

He slid his hands to my lower back, pressing me to his solid chest. “Do you have any mark on your body?” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my ear. My heart thudded—not only from his nearness, but from his question. I still didn’t know what the mark meant. “No,” I lied. **** The night Emily Harpar is meant to shift, grief swallows her wolf, leaving behind only a faint crescent mark burned into her skin. Raised and mistreated in the kitchens of a powerful beta family, Emily loses everything—her mother, her dignity, and the mate who rejects her. Branded disgraced, she is sold into slavery… and claimed by the most dangerous ruler of all. Damian Stone, the feared Lycan King, is dying. Poisoned and sustained by a heart transplant, his human soul lies dormant while his ruthless lycan spirit, Malric, controls his body. With only three full moons before madness consumes him, Malric must find the Luna Healer marked by a crescent moon. Time is running out, and the mate he can’t resist is hiding the very mark that could save him. If the truth is discovered, she will be killed. If he chooses her, he will lose everything.

“Is Batman my daddy?” my son Jackson pipes up from the back seat. Of course not! But telling him that his father is Asher Giordano, leader of New York’s deadliest mafia empire is out of the question. He found us anyway. “What have you done with Jackson?” I demand. “My son?” Asher asks calmly, looking around my small apartment disdainfully. “The one you’ve been hiding from me and forcing to live in this…pigeonhole?” Our son, not yours. “You’re the one who left me at the alter without as much as a ‘see you later’. If you left me a forwarding address to contact you at, I must have missed it.” Asher regards me coldly. I don’t know this man. The boy I fell in love with was warm, giving and open. This man in front of me is frostier than the arctic with his glacial eyes. “I know you know who I am and what I’m capable of, so don’t try anything stupid, Emmeline. There’s nowhere you can run where I can’t find you.” “Gosh, Asher, that’s like a line straight out of a movie. Have you been practicing delivering it in front of a mirror?”