Why We Sleep

Seven years ago, William hugged me under the moonlight and swore that we would never have children and love me for the rest of his life. Seven years later, I ran into him at the hospital. He was accompanying a young woman to do a maternity checkup. Both of them were beaming and happy. William's family questioned me why I couldn't get pregnant.I laughed bitterly and swallowed all my secrets alone. Who knew the bigger secret William hid...

Waking up in a gloomy damp cave is not a problem. Finding only a dirty men's shirt and high leather boots is also fixable. But what about the fact that you remember absolutely nothing? Who are you? Where are you from? Why was here? There is only one unknown ahead. Well, at least a noble knight got caught on the road. Picked up, washed, fed, but volunteered to help. And soon a young, handsome lord will appear. It doesn't matter that a vampire - we ourselves are toothy!

I discover that I'm a homewrecker after dating my boyfriend for a decade. We're looking at marital homes when his wife seeks me out. She beats me up in public and rips my hair out, yet all he does is hurry to her after I've pushed her to the floor. Why? Because she's pregnant. Later, he gets a divorce and begs me to marry him. "I'm begging you, Madison. Forgive me this once."

"I should kill you, not make love to you." Alpha Xavier scoffed, his gleaming hard chest revealed through his blue shirt, "wrong, omega. We won't be making love, I will be fucking you, hard, and as for killing me, why don't you ride me to death?" *** Ophelia was sent to assassinate him, not to marry the beastly Alpha, but all she can think about when she's supposed to be getting her revenge, is having him again and again.

“We shouldn't be doing this?” I yelled at him, unaware of how close we were. “Why? Why shouldn't we?” He said, sliding his fingers into my already wet pussy. “Because I am your professor, and you are my student.” I said, trying to catch my breath as his fingers moved in deeper. “It doesn't matter. I've already made up my mind, I want you – and only you. No one else. Because to me, you're my kind of perfect.” **** Sarah Morgan, thought she had it all - a prestigious job, a handsome fiancé, and a bright future ahead of her. But when she meets Ryan, her new student, everything changes. Ryan is young, charming, and irresistibly handsome. He's everything Sarah has been trying to avoid. Yet, despite her best efforts, she finds herself falling for him. The more time they spend together, the more intense their attraction becomes. But as their feelings grow, so do the consequences. Sarah knows that giving in to this temptation would cost her everything - her job, her relationship, and her reputation. However she can't seem to help herself, even as the stakes grow higher and higher. As their relationship becomes more and more intense, they both know it's only a matter of time before it all comes crashing down. But will they be able to resist each other, or will they give in to their forbidden desires? * She is a professor. He is a student. It's wrong. She knows that. But even worse – She is his teacher. But she had come too far now and there was no going back. TRIGGER WARNING: This Book contains matured contents. Read at your own RISK!

I didn’t think my life would change in five minutes. But it did. One moment, I was flying with my sister, laughing at the wind. The next, we found a frozen boy in the snow. We didn’t know who he was, but we brought him home anyway. That decision changed everything. By the time we got back, the sky was black with smoke. Our village was under attack. I hid. My family fought. And I watched the people I loved most fall. My father he used his last strength to open a portal, pushing me and the stranger through it. I woke up in a place I’d never seen. The people looked like my family… but they weren’t. I was expected to work, to fit in, to move on. But how do you move on when you’ve lost everything? They said I was making things up. That I didn’t belong. But then I found the book. It had my name. My face. My story. And that boy I was sent here with? He’s not just anyone. Now I’m trying to figure out why I’m here, who wrote my life into pages… and if I’ll ever get back home.

"So, according to your contract here. After marriage, you can date whoever you want to date. And I can do the same? And that in our house?". He asked "Yes, that's correct". She replied "Why is that?". He frowned at her "That is because you and I don't want this marriage. We both are forced into accepting it. So, let them think we are ok with it while we can do whatever we want without them knowing about it Alexander Wright is the only heir to the Wright Empire. He was trained and brought up to run his Family's Empire. He is known as a playboy. His grandfather arranged his marriage with Evelyn, the daughter of his best friend. Evelyn is also the only heir to the Carter's Empire. She is to take over from her father in running the Family's business after her marriage. However, she was not happy about the arrangement. One day, Evelyn and Alexander met in a club and both shared a one-night stand. Unknown to them. They had been fated to be together and their future comes with the responsibility to produce the future heirs to their Family's empire. Will they be able to accomplish the task ahead of them? Will they be able to put aside their differences and produce the Future heirs of the Wright and Carter's Empires? Find out the twist and turn of their journey in this steamy and romantic love story.

“Nate, don't you dare start with that nonsense too. I told you already, I don't care about those ridiculous traditions." Marcel responded irritably as she hopped into the copilot seat of her best friend's car, anxious to get as far away as possible from her home. “Hey, I've known you since you were four, so don't try and act all brave and mature. Tell me the truth, you're afraid aren't you?” “Humph! What's there to be scared of?...” “That Mike's ghost might come back to haunt you." The boy interrupted, carelessly blurting out his analysis, adding…“I just don't get it; everyone else knows his death wasn't your fault…” “I know it wasn't!” “Then why won't you pray for his safe journey into the afterlife? What if his soul is damn to roam the earth, wreaking havoc among the living or even disrupting the balance between the two worlds?” “Ahh! Don't be childish. There is no such thing as the afterlife; parents just use these pathetic excuses to trick their children into believing that our loved ones are better off. If that was the case, why don't we all join them… oh yeah, that's right, we can't commit suicide otherwise we'll go straight to hell. Grow up Nate! The spirit dies with the body.” Follow the journey of a young woman as she tries to keep her sanity when the world around her was quickly crumbling after one faithful night of honoring the dead. Will she be able to save the life of those closest to her? or will her soul be bound to an eternity of madness?

Okay, take a deep breathe and down the memory lane we go. As far as I’m told, I just woke up from a terrible accident that occur months ago that I have no idea- as a matter of fact, I don’t have any recollection of my life before waking up. There are three things that I’m certain: first is that the ‘accident’ has something to do with flight. I know what I saw. It was a giant pair of wings. Secondly, a guy whose face I can’t seem to recall but for some reason is all I can think about. And lastly, I know these two things intersect with one another and the for the reason why and how? I’m not sure. And as I begin to collect the broken fragments of him in my memory, I also begin to collect my missing pieces. Whether its for the better or the worse is what I'm about to find out. Okay, let’s do this again, shall we? Take a deep breathe and down the memory lang we go.

Four years and three months—one thousand, five hundred and forty-seven days—I have known Celia was mine. I have watched over her, listened to her, protected her. There is nothing I have not done and would not do to keep her safe and mine. What it started as. I do not know. but now it can only be defined as an obsession. Celia is mine. Like me, she has known it all this time. Why she is suddenly fighting me as our wedding day draws closer, I do not understand. It does not matter. The day is nothing more than a formality. I have never claimed to be a good or patient man. For her I was. That time is at an end. My kitten is baring her claws. She will find the veneer of civility I show the world is far thinner than she ever imagined—for in the end I am Bratva. We take what we want, ruthlessly and completely, and we never let it go. his novel includes spankings and rough sexual scenes. If such things offend you, please do not purchase.