Waste Books

He was infamous for changing women like they are clothes, trying them on for a day and once he lost interest, be will throw it away. However, you can only count in one hand the women he loved. Precisely one. His first love, first pain and first and last heartbreak. While he had never fucked anyone, almost but not quite, until he met Luna. For him, love is a waste of time, women isn't a necessity and they only want him for his wealth, looks and power. They never wanted who he truly is and it's absolutely fine. Alas, when someone drugged him and ended up rolling in the bed with a woman he thought was paid to fool him, he was enraged. But the first thing the woman demanded wasn't to marry her, instead, she wanted him to stay away after the one undeniably satisfying night he ever had. Soon he learned that she was not a cheap woman, but the illegitimate daughter of a powerful family and people wanted to get rid of her. It was no secret that the last woman who tried to climb on his bed almost died and so no one dared to do it again. He was a tyrant and had a licentious behavior but it didn't mean he was stupid. Thinking of a way to solve his problems, he straight up went to her and proposed a contract. He was rejected at first but soon after being reasonable, they reached to an agreement. It was a huge surprise when the hot tyrant and the licentious rake announced his marriage. But it was all just the beginning. They never had an idea that a simple deal would change everything and she had never believed that she could reform the hottest rake alive. TBC

“I don’t care who you are,” I panted, my voice thick with a sudden desperate hunger. “Just make me forget. Make the world stop for five minutes.” ️Explicit adult scenes. “I’m going”, I said my voice barely a whisper. “I’ll go back to the estate. I’ll be the perfect daughter. I’ll be heir you want. Just…… give him the cure.” “Roxy, no…..” Jax wheezed but his strength was gone, as the temporary cure Malakai gave him had already worn off. The exchange was cold and transactional. My father’s men moved with clinical precision, injected Jax with a shimmering gold serum that made him gasp. His colour returning in a sudden, violent rush. In return, they snapped heavy silver-lined shackles onto my wrists. The metal bit into my skin, a cold reminder that my decade of freedom was over. “A wise choice, Roxy, you were always too precious to waste on a dive bar” my father said, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek. I flinched in response to his touch as if he’d burned me. ………………………………………………………………………………….. Roxy’s hookup life was perfect until she met a client that reminded her of Nemesis. After killing her fathers beloved wife and running out of the tribe 10 years ago. Ten years after being exiled for a bloodstained past, she is forced back into the deadly world of the Silver Willow Pack. To save herself, her only friend and her father, she must marry a powerful High Alpha she’s sworn to hate. But as the Blood Moon ceremony begins, Roxy discovers a lot of truths that had been hidden waiting for her to unveil

David, you returned thinking you could fix everything, but your words froze me to my core. You said I ruined everything that should have been perfect. I begged you to live—for our unborn child—but the woman you held wasn’t me. It was Kate, my fake sister who’d stolen everything from me for twenty years. Abducted at 10, I fought through unspeakable hardships to find my family, only to be despised by them. I watched Kate take my wealth, my parents' love, and even my husband. She told me to disappear, and I was cast away in darkness. Bruised, tortured, and broken, I waited for the end. But I opened my eyes to a hospital room, with a pregnancy test report on the table, dated the day before my death. I was reborn. Given a second chance, I vowed never to repeat the mistakes of my past. I’d leave this toxic family, this horrible marriage, and give up everything for my baby’s future. But then you came, David—begging me to come back with tears in your eyes. Could I return to you after everything? Then came Ronan Darkwood, a mafia don with power, wealth, and a deadly reputation. He claimed me as his own. In his world, I found strength, love, and protection from the horrors of my past. As I fell for him, I realized that everything I thought I knew about love and family was wrong. I have a second chance, and I won’t waste it. Will I break free from my past and embrace a future with Ronan, or will the chains of betrayal tear it all apart?

On the seventh year of our anniversary, the anniversary gift my husband, Anthony Walker, has given me is a divorce agreement that is valid for seven days. He has planned all this just because he has his eye on a female intern in his company, who is seven years younger than him. So, he wants to be in a legitimate relationship with her that only lasts for seven days. On the first day, they reserve an entire cinema for themselves. After that, they make love to each other from the doorway to the seats. On the second day, they set off fireworks at the beach. The fireworks are so bright that half of the city is illuminated by them. On the fifth day, the intern, Tanya Lindt, barges into my art exhibition. With tears running down her face, she accuses me of being the side chick in her relationship in front of the mass media. That night, news of a rising female painter becoming a homewrecker for the sake of love goes viral. More than 100 thousand malicious comments directed at me are posted in the comment section. On the sixth day, Anthony apologizes to me on Tanya's behalf. Apparently, the punishment he has set for her is that she's not allowed to go shopping for three days. On the seventh day, Anthony finally realizes that something is wrong. He calls me 99 times just to remind me that we'll get remarried the next day. "Okay," I say to him. Then, I inform my assistant to check in my baggage. What Anthony doesn't know is that I already came up with a plan to further my studies overseas seven days ago. This time, I'm not going to waste my time on him anymore.

After winning 800 thousand dollars, the first thing I did was rush to the hospital to pay for my daughter's surgery and treatment. Then, out of nowhere, a colleague called. "There's an extremely urgent situation at the company. You need to come back and handle it right now!" My husband took the bank card from my hand and, with thoughtful understanding, said, "Tell me the PIN. I'll go pay for Alicia's surgery. You head back to the company and focus on work." In my past life, I trusted him without hesitation and hurried back to the office. Before my daughter could even make it into surgery, I received a police summons instead. It turned out my husband had conspired with my colleague to file a report against me, pinning the crime of embezzling company funds—money my colleague had actually stolen—on me. With no money for treatment, my daughter died in the hospital. My parents, shattered by grief, suffered heart attacks and passed away. I ended my own life in prison, consumed by bitterness and regret. After death, my soul drifted to where my husband was vacationing abroad. I heard him say to my colleague with my own ears, "That stupid woman wins such a huge jackpot and only knows how to waste it on that worthless daughter's medical bills, dragging me into a life of hardship! "Now their whole family's deaths have bought us endless wealth and luxury. Consider it that idiot woman's compensation to me. Hahaha!" When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very moment my husband took the bank card from my hand. This time, I still told him the transfer PIN.

All of it started in an auction where I didn’t know that will change my life entirely. “Where a-am I?” Unlike the girls that have been bought by these men, my bidding started at a jaw-dropping amount. I never thought that a girl like me would start bidding at $20,000 in an underground black market like this. I was just looking down, hearing the surprising amount they are willing to bid just to have me only until the bidding went up to million. A man who's in his 60's came, betting almost a million dollars which made the crowd silent. I thought that the old man will be my owner but I was wrong when a man was strong enough to oppose him, betting ten million dollars just to have me. "Can you just b-bring me back to my h-house?" I spoke, breaking the silence. "I won't waste fucking millions just to free you, woman. You will serve your purpose to me," he spoke out using his thunderbolt tone. The thought of fleeing away from him slipped off my mind as the tension between us has been added by a fuel in a scorching fire, a fire that we built and a deep connection we both agreed. I should be scared of him, I should be running away but the contrary was happening. I just found myself on his bed, naked whilst he was drowning me with his poisonous kisses. “I promise to keep you safe… and won’t let you slip away from me, Amore.” People say love is the most important thing in this world. At first, Ares didn't believe as he only see it as a hindrance but when he experienced it for himself, he could no longer get up on Mariana's scheming fire burning around him.

He immediately entered and then he said “Goblin is this like a hobby of yours or something” I looked at him as he spoke, I observed his perfectly shaped jaw line, his body was well built with each ab standing upright like strands of hair. His lips was well shaped with his eyes placed in positions you could loose yourself in, he was still talking and I didn’t pay any attention as I admired this well built creature. “I am talking to you Goblin, are you deaf or something? This obsession you have with me is getting out of hand, that you now peep at the window everyday trying to know if I’m getting it with another girl?” he smirked At that point my ability to speak was restored “Who gave you right to enter my room?” “Who said it was okay for you to crawl into my window?” “And who told you you’re so important that I’d waste my time spying on you?” “Get out of my room!” “Get out now” Although I did not want him to leave I had to send him out. Davis smiled and then he started coming close to me I tried moving back then he grabbed me and he said “You are not even my type Goblin” and then crawled out ************************************************************* Charity has lived her trying entire life being the perfect daughter, with the good girl attitude she tries to attain a benefiting future for herself. This however is until she gets into college,she then gets involved with Davis in a sexual relationship. although Davis has no feelings for charity, she keeps her hopes up and pushes through with her desires. Will Davis end up falling in love with Charity? or Will Charity destroy her perfectly planned

"I think the both of us were destined to meet," he leaned closer, casually trapping me between him and the tree behind me. As intense as this was, I had to pull myself together. Maxine Carlisle doesn't show emotions! "Well I think you're delusional. There is no such thing as destiny," "And yet here we are," he gave me a sly smirk. "We were just unfortunate to be here," I reciprocated the gesture. I wasn't going to show him that he's gotten to me. "I'm starting to like you Maxine," somehow, those words sent butterflies in my stomach. "You don't want to make that mistake Ryan. I'm bad news!" Maxine isn't one to feel sadness, or pity or even compassion for anyone. She doesn't gossip with her friends and she doesn't giggle about boys. When girls her age are out shopping, she's out on the streets doing graffiti on walls... so no, she isn't your typical average teen. Her father may have all the money in the world, but even he can't get her a new attitude. And all the love he showered her with still didn't manage to soften her heart. Tired of her daughter's rebellious attitude, her father takes her to a Summer camp in hopes that her daughter may at least learn to tolerate people if not live with them. 'Nothing good could come out of this' she told herself, 'a total waste of valuable time. But she ended up slightly enjoying life without WiFi... and shocker! Actually making a friend. Miseri Camp changed her life completely... and the pessimist arrogant rebellious girl who hated the world and didn't believe in love.. Well... Read and find out!!!

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."