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#mutual contain 18+only "you should go to the other room" he said She looked at him in shock its there first night. He was nervous and open his mouth to say something. After a while, he said "your father makes a deal with me that if I marry you he will give me half of his property. My company is in loss and I don't want to marry you coz I am not interested in you, you are not my type.i feel disturbed when you are around me!" It is all he said to her. She got up from bed and a hot tear escape from eye and she left his room. She did not said a word to him. *************************** Roya knight-she is good. Age=22 educated and shy in nature. She is rich but she is also black in color. She never wear something so revealing. Simple and always smile. And she is tall, slim, perfect body, and her eyes is most attractive. She has every good thing but only lack of personality is her color. Johnson Robin - He is handsome. Every girl dream about him. He has well built body. He has blue eyes and white men. He is men of his word. Age=27. He run huge business and he has so many girlfriend. Content and /or trigger warning :This story contains mature sexual content. Strong language ahead, adult jokes also. Which may trigger for some readers. You have been warned

Born From Darkness - A Legend Will Rise After many years of fear and suffering, the brave Ravennites of the Dark Zone have come out of hiding and engaged their oppressors from the Outside in an all-out war to reclaim their homes, their lives and their freedom. In the wake of countless victories and losses across the vast, mountainous territories, there are many who attribute their newfound hope to the young Outsider who selflessly turned his back on his own life to save all of theirs: Alex Lee. Determined to prove his loyalty to the cause, Alex leads a small but daring squad of Ravennite warriors to take the fight deep into enemy territory. As time continues to wear on, Alex’s mind is constantly plagued by many unwelcome thoughts; the fear that the day may come when his valor and his resolve fails the people he calls his family, a growing and restless love for the young Ravennite woman who vowed to fight by his side, and the haunting memory of the night, many months ago, when he reluctantly revealed the location of the last Ravennite refuge known as the Citadel. Time is running out. Alex’s heart is torn between what he believes is worth fighting for and protecting the one he loves. As he struggles to keep his gallant team, and himself, intact, he soon finds himself before a trial far more malevolent than anything he has ever faced in his life. His convictions are being challenged, his mettle put to the ultimate test, and in his mind, Alex begins to wonder if he is truly losing his sanity - and if he will ever leave the Dark Zone alive.

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

My husband, Trent Bradford, is a paranoid supermale who has only had eyes for me just because I saved his life during an accident. Using his status and money, he had my former fiancé sent abroad before forcing me into marrying him. After that, he forbade me from having any sort of contact with other men, even going so far as to make me wear a bracelet with a tracker embedded inside. Even so, he would shower me with nothing but love and would not tolerate anyone hurling insults at me. For example, he cut off ties with his elder sister, Lucy Bradford, and sent her away to a slum because she said I reeked of poverty. On one occasion, he even attacked Tess O'Neil, his childhood friend, and poured wine all over the latter for her purposely spilling some on me prior. Still, I couldn't bring myself to love him despite all he's done. In the end, he decided to undergo a reverse vasectomy so that he could make me stay. However, Lucy barged into our villa with a bunch of people on my first trimester. She wanted to make me lose my baby and said I was a disgrace to the family. Fortunately, Trent showed up when I was most vulnerable. Holding the evidence that Tess gave her, Lucy said, "Step aside, Trent! That baby inside of her isn't yours, but another guy she's been having an affair with! I have taken care of her for you!"

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

Three years after I died, my mother sent me twenty dollars for living expenses. Three years before that—the first time I ever asked my family for money—she said to me, offhand, "Sometimes I think you're just putting on an act. What's so unsanitary about a thirty-cent boxed meal? And why can't you wear a five-dollar down jacket? Face it, you're just more high-maintenance than your little brother." Later, when I needed twenty dollars to buy some cheap medicine for my stomachache, she blocked me immediately and cut off all contact—along with every relative we had. "Don't contact me anymore. I'm clearly not a good mother. I can't afford to give my son a life of luxury." But for my younger brother, who had just started high school, she spared no expense—renting him a three-bedroom apartment. Even the family dog got its own room. In the end, on the day my brother became the top scorer in the state, she finally remembered me. She took me off her block list and transferred twenty dollars. "It's only twenty dollars. Was it really worth giving your family the silent treatment for three whole years?" What she never knew was this— On the night my stomach ruptured, three years ago, I had already died. I couldn't afford to go to the hospital. I froze to death in the snow.

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

Note- this is an omegaverse where men gives birth- A marriage signed in blood. A poisoner in a silk suit. And the lie that could burn an empire to the ground. Santiago Rivera is the cold-blooded Don of Rivera Global. He doesn’t do love, and he certainly doesn't do mercy. But to seize the North Atlantic shipping routes and bury the rival Cruz family forever, he needs a husband. When Eduardo Cruz offers up his most chaotic, scandal-ridden grandson as a blood-sacrifice, Santiago takes the bait. He expects a puppet. He expects a brat. He doesn't expect a man who tastes like danger and looks like a prayer. Lanka Cruz is living a dead man’s life. Forced to wear his cousin’s name and hide his own identity, he’s trapped in a den of wolves. To the world, he’s the "Devil of Coral Gables"—a drug-addled socialite with a trail of bodies in his wake. In reality, he’s a painter caught in a mafia crossfire, forced into a marriage with the one man powerful enough to execute him if the truth ever leaks. The rules were simple: Stay in the penthouse. Play the part. Never let the Rivera Don under your skin. But in the humid heat of Miami, the lines between a merger and a murder begin to blur. Santiago is hungry for the truth, and Lanka is starving for a touch that isn't a threat. As the Rivera family circles like sharks and the ghosts of Lanka’s past come screaming for blood, the only thing more dangerous than the lie is the heat between them.

The winter season turns out well for Zoey Smith, a twenty-four-year-old who holds the town's safety in her hands has a dark secret until someone by the name of Alexander Griffin, a rich, sadistic vampire who knows her secret decides to turn her life upside down, these two will now have to live together. Will there be bloodshed or love between these two? Sneak Peek: “I have a proposition for you.", he said as he sat back down and crossed his legs. “And if I don't want to sign it or have anything to do with you? What then?", she snapped back. Zoey was the type to always fight back. She was never the type to take a no for an answer. “Your reputation as a vigilante will be exposed and above all…your father will die at your hands. All because of your stupidity and selfishness of taking up a mask to wear at night yet you don't even think about the consequences” “What is the proposition?", she muttered under her breath gently. “Oh well, you will stay here with me, in this mansion with me.” “Why do you want me to stay here?!", she questioned in confusion. “Do you remember the night before? On the alleyway, you killed my cousin.” She choked on her tea as she heard this and tried to hide her laughter.”Oh….I'm sorry…but on a serious note, he was not a nice person. He kidnapped and murdered children.” He sat next to her and started to talk, "You're right, he deserved it", he chuckled.“Please consider the proposition.”

The sound of footsteps fell on her ears, forcing her to turn around. Dhruv stood a few inches away, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair as he ran a hand through it. When his eyes landed on her, they raked up and down her body and his eyebrow lifted while his lips formed a tiny frown. "What are you wearing?" He said tilting his head. He did not look pleased. "Your t-shirt," said Shanaya and rolled her eyes. "And who gave you the permission to wear it?" "You did yourself when you tore my dress into two pieces." His lips curved in delight at her words but returned back to normal soon enough. "Did I? I don't remember it." He shook his head. "Hmm, blame your rusty mind. What was your intent anyway? To have me walking naked around your house?" He pressed his lips together, attempting but failing to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Maybe. That'd be a nice sight, I must admit." *** Shanaya Arora has lived her life peacefully without any drama, that is until Dhruv Kapoor, her ex decides to make a return after eight years, bringing along with him a storm of desire and a promise of companionship for a lonely soul like hers. Burdened with the weight of her past, Shanaya tries to avoid him, denying Dhruv another chance at breaking her heart. But fate has other plans.