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Everybody believes he doesn't like her because he never leaves the chance to bully Reese. Whatever she does he always knows how to wrong her. If she says she has to go north, he takes her to the south. She is afraid of him; always try to run away like a frightening kitten as soon as he appears. But what she and others don't know that she is the only one who holds his heart and possessed him. This is a story of Armaan Lee & Reese Beck, whose cute love journey was like a sea-saw, where she is clueless but he is resolute. Be my companion to experience their love story, where Armaan does everything, from knocking out his love rivals to behaving like a little love ruffian, to get Reese's heart opened for him.

She was called frigid, A virgin statue,unwanted,until she walked into the dark and found him — shirtless, oiled, thick cock and pulsing like a threat. A stranger in her Mom's house, a god on her couch. One growl: “On your knees, little girl.” And Jessy broke open. “Yes, Daddy.” Crimson lipstick smears like blood across her lips, her breasts, her trembling soul — DADDY’S branded in waxy sin. His cum paints her like war paint. Her innocence? Ruined. Her body? Reborn.

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

Love is the most complex feeling ever. It gives you joy like you've never had before; it brings you pain like you've never felt before. We follow the tale of a young Cameroonian girl who's world gets intercepted and turned upside down by an Italian foreigner with deep, dark and dangerous secrets. Jasmine "Loving you is so hard it feels like I'm BREAKING LOCKS." Marcelo "But even the most screwed locks still break open, don't they?"

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

I stood like a status calculating what is happening like a theory (my first kiss) I broke the kiss and a resounding slapped landed on my face. How dare you kiss me you jerk she yell with her eyes turning red. Take this for a start

This book is authored by Kit Bryan. I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

When Lucian found out that Georgina was set to be assassinated that day, he came to her rescue. But like all independent Dela Garza women, Georgina was as stubborn as a mule. Soon they found themselves tangled in a web full of foes... and in sheets like two bunnies in heat.

One second, I was getting completely soaked by the rain, and the next… nothing. It was still pouring all around me, but somehow, I was dry. Confused, I looked up—and there he was. A stranger. He stood just behind me, holding an umbrella over us both. Tall, ridiculously good-looking, and wearing an Armani suit that fit like a dream. Like, seriously—who even looks that put together in a storm? And just like that, I was curious. Who was this guy? Read on to uncover the mystery. P.S. This is my first book on here, so if you enjoy it, show me a little love! Thanks for being here.

Her life was a hell, living like Rapunzel kept in the tower. But when her parents finally decided to let her see the other side of the walls, she began exploring, doing what she wants to do like there is no more tomorrow. Like a captive that has been freed, Ylona Olivares started to live her life to the fullest. She met people, a love of her life to be exact—Gray Rhodes from the same class section. And inside the tower of hell she used to live, she finally found a heaven . . . only it's in the bed.