Wicked Heels

Left at the altar by her fiancé, film industry beauty Christine Ledesma, also known as Cassandra Mendez rebuilt her shattered life. Just when she thought she had finally gotten over him and turned over a whole new leaf, Marty Jacobs the infamous playboy billionaire showed up again to reclaim her. "Mommy, you're back." The little girl sweetly said. Marty came in and walked towards the living room. He put down Christine on the couch. The little girl was delighted to see Christine carried by Marty. The little girl held Marty's hand, looked up to him and spoke, "Mommy, is he my daddy?" The little girl's eyes were twinkling like the stars in the sky. Memories of five years ago came flooding her mind. Christine couldn't utter a word, for she was overwhelmed by the memories of five years ago. The little girl concluded that her mom's silence meant yes, the little girl spoke to Marty "Daddy, did you come back to take us with you?" Baffled, Marty couldn't speak and looked at Christine. Christine had regained her composure and said, "Cassie, sweetie, he is mommy's business partner."

Clara lay on the cold floor bleeding. She stared blankly at the ceiling, and in its reflection, she saw the monster she’d become as her life slipped away. The cruel wife! The “evil stepmother” everyone despised!! She had spent years hurting the people who only wanted her love, her husband, and his children until they stopped looking at her with warmth altogether. And now, in her final moments, the one person she trusted stood above her… holding the knife. Her best friend’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You should’ve listened, Clara,” she whispered before driving the blade in again. Pain! Regret!! Betrayal!!! Everything Clara had built came crashing down in a pool of her own blood. If only she could turn back time... just once... she would do things differently. She would protect her family. She would stop trusting the wrong people. A lone tear slipped from her eye as her body went still... DEAD! ***** And then... she woke up, gasping for air. Clara’s heart raced as the realization hit her. She had been reborn. Given a second chance. This time, she would not waste it. She would be the mother they needed, the wife he deserved. She will be kind and loving to them. But when the shadows of her past return and the same enemies begin to stir, Clara learns that kindness alone won’t save them. To protect her family, she must become what everyone once feared... An evil stepmother capable of vengeance. Clara died as a villain… and returned to become their savior. Because in her death, she found regret. But in her rebirth, she'd find revenge. They killed her once. They won’t live to do it again. Clara returned from the grave with one goal... to protect her family and vengeance.

She was left at the altar. Her fiancé married another woman right in front of her. Joan Richard's perfect life collapsed in a single moment. Humiliated and grieving she disappears to a quiet town with nothing but her father’s old motorcycle and a heart full of rage. There, she meets Jax Wolfe a rugged, tattooed biker with a past as brutal as hers and a name that isn’t what it seems. He’s running from a bloodstained past. She’s running from betrayal. Neither of them is looking for love. But love doesn’t wait for permission. It crashes in loud and fast, like chrome on asphalt. And love on two wheels? It’s dangerous. It’s reckless. And it never comes without a price.

“If I win…you have to sit on my d*ck and ride me all night.” Pakin, Thanawin Tangsakyuen has hated Sean, Sahapap Cheewagaroon ever since he first entered the world of auto racing. Known as the King of the Track, Sean is easily one of the most famous racers in the industry, belonging to the team Track Dragons, but he’s also known as a heartless player who can pounce and bounce without a second thought. When Pakin’s best friend comes to him with the news that she had been the Track King’s latest casualty, Pakin has no chose but to challenge Sean to a race, even though he is just a novice. But as Sean places an unusual bet for the loser, Pakin is conflicted about this own feelings and his unusual attraction towards this man that he is supposed to hate. But as their one-night stand turns into something neither one of them can let go of, who will be the first to admit defeat in this race against their hearts and dignity? And what happens when Sean finally learns the truth behind the reason why Pakin approached him in the first place…and the truth behind his real identity?

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.

Blaze shoved Carlo hard, his breath ragged. “Get the hell out of my way! I don’t need your help.” Carlo caught his balance, his lips curling into a taunting smirk. “Really? Because it looks like you’re drowning without me.” "And no matter where you go, I'll be the only man you'll come back to" Carlo slurs. **** Blaze is a street racer trying to pay off his father’s debt, desperate to win his freedom. Carlo is a rich son of a powerful family, living a life of luxury that Blaze can only dream of. But there’s one thing Carlo can’t buy—true passion. When the underground racing scene throws them into competition, their rivalry heats up. But after an unexpected one-night stand, a new kind of tension sparks between them. Suddenly, Blaze and Carlo find themselves drawn to each other in a way they never imagined. Now, they have to decide if they can put their hatred aside and risk everything for a love neither of them saw coming. But what happens when Blaze finds out Carlo's secret?

Fed up with her abusive husband, twenty-three-year-old Cara Hellington runs away from home and ends up in a notorious bar, destitute, sad, but relieved and free. When she gets into a verbal altercation with the snotty bartender over the ownership of her credit cards, an unlikely savior comes to her aid. Eros Kazan Alfred. He's tall, massive, rippling with muscles, and covered with dark tattoos. Everything Cara is not used to. Everything Cara is drawn to. When he buys her dinner, and she narrates her ordeal, Eros propositions her to marry him, and he'll make sure her abusive ex never sees or gets close to her again. But Cara is hesitant. Eros is a stranger. And judging from his appearance, he looks like trouble. The muddy kind. She should run towards the opposite direction, away from him. But she runs right onto his bed. After a hot sizzling night together, Cara is comfortable and confident in him taking good care of her. But tensions are rising all around them, as significant figures from their past will stop at nothing to bring them both down. Will they succumb under the wickedly twisted circumstances fate seems to be throwing at them?

Traded by her family and shrouded in a dark legacy, River Ravenwood remains wolfless at 21 - a reproach to the pack. Thane, the fearless future Alpha of Lunar Pack, lies broken, his pride shattered by a battlefield injury that's left him wheelchair-bound. When fate forces them into a passionate union, their worlds erupt in resistance and desire. But as they confront their troubled pasts, they must also face the darkness threatening their packs' fragile alliance. Can River's newfound magical powers heal Thane's wounds, or will their love be the key to destruction? Dive into a world of werewolves, magic, and intrigue, where loyalty and betrayal blur the lines.

"You like that?" Sierra purred with mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Yeah, you were fucking made for me." I rasped when I pulled my head up. I was brick hard myself. I rolled with her until she was on top of me, while I snuggled back into her pillows. * * * Disgraced Ballerina, Sierra Monroe, is forced into a nightclub contract to save her brother from debt, where she encounters Dante Spinelli, Boston's arrogant new Mafia Boss. The FBI offers her one way out, seduce Dante and help bring him down. But spying is the last thing on this dancer's mind as she begins to fall for the man she's meant to destroy. Will Sierra choose justice or desire? or will Dante risk everything for love?

Using an alternative account, I secretly join a cycling group chat that my husband, Liam Johnson, is in. One day, an announcement is made in the group chat. "We'll be organizing a weekend mountain biking activity with an overnight stay, with two people sharing a room. To add some excitement, we'll be drawing lots for room assignments." I can't really understand it. Curious, I ask, "What if a man and a woman end up drawing the same room?"