White Nights

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

He was my stepbrother. My Alpha. My curse. And I was the girl born to ruin everything. ****** Ember goes back to her pack, the ruthless Vale pack, forced to be betrothed by the one man she loathes, Alpha Lucien. But the moment she locks eyes with Zane, Alpha Magnus's heir and her cold, ruthless step-brother; the world comes to a halt. She feels the pull, violent, intoxicating and wrong. It's forbidden and threatens to go against the ancient rules that binds werewolves. They try to fight it, to make their love strife in a world where it's considered forbidden. But fate doesn't care about rules.

Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down. Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own. Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood. He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender. But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic. Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances. In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother’s rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?

“Stealing from me wasn't the problem. Leaving before I could wake up wasn't what almost drove me insane,” he whispered, kissing my neck while thrusting slowly inside me. “Then what did?” I moaned out, loving every bit of his firm, slow thrusts. “Why did you search for me so hard?” “Because I missed you so much, baby. After that night, I lost my mind. All I could think of was seeing you again, holding you again, making love to you again. Kissing you….” “Stop. Don't tell me such things,” I said between tears and moans. “Don't make me think you're in love with me.” “But I am. I am in love with you, Lacy.” he declared, staring deeply into my eyes. I froze. He can't mean that. He doesn't mean that. He's my best friend's father. And he's a billionaire, a man way out of my league. He can't and shouldn't be in love with me. I'm a pack of ugly and dirty secrets. I've got demons haunting my life every day. He's only gonna get caught up in my mess. They're gonna haunt him too. They'll ruin his reputation. They'll ruin him entirely. He shouldn't be in love with me. And I shouldn't be either. But how can I keep my heart from falling for the one man that's proven again and again that he doesn't wanna let me go? That he's willing to burn the world for me? How can I not fall for a man who comes back every time I push him away? How do I stay away from a man like CRISTIAN ANDERSON?

I gripped the table as his cock pressed against my entrance. “Please…” I moaned, arching my back. He leaned in, lips brushing my earlobe. “Beg me to fuck your pussy until you can’t walk.” “Please…Mr Hayes!“ He didn’t wait. Christian thrust in deep, almost hitting my womb. “Shit… yes. Fuck me harder.” He slowed. “That’s not what you call me when you’re begging like this.” My pussy clenched around him, hating how much I loved the correction. “What should I call you then?” His next thrust was hard. I gasped. “It’s Daddy to you, Liv.” “Daddy?” I slurred. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.” His grip on my waist tightened. “She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm fucking this pussy you call me Daddy. Understood?!” “Fu..fuckk yes daddyy” Lord forgive me. I wasn't drowning in sin anymore. I was choosing it. ~~~ Olivia Bennett always dreamed of a Christmas wedding. After seven years, her boyfriend finally proposes—and what could be a better wedding date than Christmas Day? Everything perfect… until she catches him cheating with his secretary, just NINETY days before “I do.” Heartbroken, Olivia accepts her best friend’s offer of an all-expenses-paid holiday getaway. But one vulnerable night, fueled by heartbreak and alcohol, pulls her into the arms of a man she should never have touched… Christian Hayes. Her best friend’s Billionaire father. What should’ve been a single mistake becomes something she can’t forget, escalating to a forbidden affair. But all that comes crashing down when Jenna, her bestfriend discovers their engagement and vows to destroy it, Olivia must decide if loving Christian is worth the cost. As Christmas approaches only Jenna can give them her blessing or destroy their chance at happiness.

She was sold. Betrayed. Left to bleed. Hazel thought she had lost everything—her freedom, her child, her heart. But awakening a deadly power tied to the Moon Goddess was only the beginning. Twin Alphas fight over her, secrets twist around every lie, and the mate she trusted… never truly belonged to her. When the curse can only be broken if she chooses no one, will Hazel rise as her own Luna… or will love destroy her forever?

**Book two of the The Awakening of the Crowned Wolf** Alexi thought she was striking the ultimate blow of justice...but instead, she killed someone she loved. In the aftermath of this tragedy, the world of werewolves is in disarray. As packs everywhere lament the death of Luna, Alexi must grapple with her own guilt and broken heart. Will she ever be able to bring King William to justice? Or will she be consumed by her own grief?

Three years after my death, Samuel Terrason came to visit my grave. When he saw the lilies blooming around it, his expression darkened. "What is this?" "If the stories are true, then these lilies mean she has found her partner in the afterlife." "Pull them out," Samuel said coldly. "Pull what out, sir?" "The lilies! All of them!" Then, Samuel bought the entire graveyard and ordered that every male be relocated. Yes, males. Even the dogs. "You're not seeing anyone else, even in death, Rachel!" he swore. "And if you try, I'll come find you when I'm dead, too! Not even death can separate us. Just wait for me!"

I've had a crush on Don Luciano Damiani for ten years. Heck, I even agree to his request to sleep with him a thousand times before we finally get to announce our relationship to the world. The locations vary, be it Luciano's private shooting range or the VIP lounge. He uses every trick up his sleeve just to groom me into his personal plaything. Every time we do it, Luciano will kiss me while coaxing the answer out of me. "Do you want our relationship to go public, babe?" I've answered him "yes" 999 times. Of course, he disappoints me 999 times as well. But on the thousandth time, Luciano says, "Cecilia, let's announce our relationship on my birthday, which will be held in two days." Excitement washes over me at that moment. But that's when my best friend, Valentina Fiore, starts a video chat with me. "I lost to Luciano in a racing competition. Yesterday, I had to go to the City Hall to get our marriage registered there. "But he still intends to keep you as his mistress. That's why we shall fight for his affection to the best of our ability on fair grounds. "The next two days shall be our contending period. We'll bet on who matters to Luciano more. The loser will travel to the Republic of Azamir as a war correspondent, whereas the winner gets to attend his birthday party and announce their relationship to the world."

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