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Grace is a beautiful, fun-loving girl who lives for partying and drinking. She has a tight-knit group of friends who are always down for a wild night out. Recently, she got fired from her job after getting into a fight with a co-worker. Her friends, ever loyal, supported her decision to stand up for herself,even if it meant throwing punches. Still drowning in anger and sadness over losing her job, her friends decide to take her clubbing to cheer her up. But the night spirals out of control. Grace drinks far more than she can handle and, in a haze, ends up going home with a complete stranger. The real shock comes days later, when she starts a new job, hoping for a new beginning—only to discover that her new boss is the very same man she had a one-night stand with.

"There is no second chance in love, I loved one person and he was taken from me. I can't risk that again." Thelma exclaimed in pain. "If you don't risk it how will you know?" He questioned his searching her eyes. "I am sorry but I can't, I just can't." She lowered her head holding back tears. "Is it because I am rich?" He asked. "No!" "Then tell me." He spoke softly, lifting her head up with his fingers. "I...I don't know okay." She ran a hand through her hair. "I think I am in love with you. God!" She covered her face with her hands. "But I love you." He confessed. "What?" Thelma exclaimed in shock not believing her ears. "I love you Thelma Valentine." He closed the gap between them and kissed her. Too shocked to do anything Thelma stood there. What just happened?. A top-class billionaire in love with her this is ridiculous.

“What do you want, Piccola?” He asked, giving my pussy a small lick. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back, my core begging to be attended to. “Darius, please.” I muffled a moan, shamelessly lifting to get contact. I was desperate and dying for a release, but Darius was hell-bent on torturing me. “What do you want? Use words,” he asks, his thumb caressing my core. •••     Billionaire heiress Rachel Beaumont's life was shattered when her husband Andrew and best friend Victoria betrayed her, leading to a painful divorce and the loss of her unborn child. Seeking revenge, Rachel's father assigns her to infiltrate Andrew's company, partnering her with skilled operative Darius Reid, Andrew's uncle.   As Rachel and Darius work together, forbidden feelings ignite, complicating their mission, and things get worse as her ex-billionaire husband wants her back.     Will she go back running into the arms of her ex-husband, or will she embrace the comfort that came with being with Darius Reid?

Georgia Brooks, the notorious, troublesome tomboy is the caretaker of Clark Brown, the mysterious, cold man who is an undercover billionaire. Georgia's motive is to uncover him and just make him happy. But what when secrets are revealed and the badass tomboy is close to tears? Join them on this rocky road of adventures which includes their occasional fights and revenge, stolen kisses, trip to a circus, journey to England, landing in jail and much more! Excerpt from a chapter : His lips curled in disdain and just when he was about to unwrap the towel, I quickly turned around showing my back to him. What the fucking hell? What if I saw his thing? "Don't you care? Like honestly, couldn't you just order like your usual self to get the hell out of your bedroom or just . . . turn around for you to change? You could have at least warned me that you were freeing your willy, I would have closed my eyes!" I rambled and felt myself feeling all jittery again. He didn't reply and I could mentally picture him scoffing or rolling his pretty eyes. A part of me which never saw a grown man's buddy down there was curious as to how it looked. Was it really long and monstrous like a huge sausage they describe in erotic scenes? Was it soft like a banana or hard like a radish? Was is it like spring that when you poke it, it would go wagging like a dog's tail? A teeny little peek would do no harm . . .

SILVER BLOOD'S PREQUEL Right in the middle of the ballroom, the tray as well as the champagne glasses clattered on the ground with a loud crash, spilling drinks everywhere and on everyone close, he stared at me with so much disgust and I didn't know how to feel. “Impossible! The moon goddess must have lost her mind if she thinks you, a mere wolf can match up to an Original lycan.” Every word uttered led to something I dreaded the most. “I, Prince Alaric O'Neil Winston, reject you as my mate. Get her out of here now!” For centuries, the Lycans ruled with extreme viciousness and wickedness by enslaving the weaker and inferior specie, the werewolves. Their agony and suffering met the heart of the moon goddess and she bestowed upon them a savior. Chosen To lead her kind to freedom after being rejected by her mate, the lycan prince, Diana Melbourne must become the very thing she feared—a killer!

Damon: She stalks toward me gracefully, that murderous gleam in her eyes, and the energy of her powers buzzing through the air. She looks like she wants to end me, and she could. She could engulf me in flames right here and right now without lifting a finger. It should disturb me, it should make me tremble, but instead I nearly fall to my knees before her in worship. She has already destroyed me, yet I'm ready to beg her to do it again, consequences be damned. Aylin: My chest heaves, and my fists clench as I slowly walk over to the wall I have him bound to with my magic. That forsaken part of my mind whispers at me to burn this castle to the ground, let us both burn and perish here in our own misery and the shattered pieces of this demented love we have for each other. Yet when his red eyes meet mine, they're only filled with adoration. My own heart stutters in response, but I continue to stalk forth. This is the sequel to "Alpha's Fallen Angel", this book will not make sense if you don't read that first

Aku meninggal pada hari ulang tahunku sendiri. Namun, orang tuaku dan suamiku sama sekali tidak menyadarinya. Mereka malah sedang sibuk menyiapkan pesta ulang tahun untuk adik kembarku dengan sepenuh hati. Ketika adikku dikelilingi semua orang untuk memilih gaun pesta, aku diikat erat dan dilempar ke dalam ruang bawah tanah. Dengan seluruh tenaga yang tersisa, aku menekuk jariku yang hampir patah, lalu dengan susah payah memasukkan empat angka: 9395. Itu adalah kode darurat sederhana yang dulu pernah kusepakati bersama suamiku, Willy. Itu adalah sebuah sinyal yang harus dia mengerti jika aku berada dalam bahaya. Tak pernah kuduga, pada akhirnya, kode itu benar-benar kupakai. Namun, Willy tidak percaya. Dia membalas dingin. [ Valerie, cuma karena aku nggak bawa kamu beli baju baru, kamu sampai berakting begini? Gaun tahun lalu masih bisa kamu pakai. Sampai jumpa nanti di pesta, jangan bikin ribut. ] Dia tidak tahu bahwa gaunku sudah lama digunting habis oleh adikku. Dia juga tidak tahu bahwa satu detik setelah dia menutup telepon, nyawaku sudah melayang. Jadi, pada malam pesta ulang tahun itu, aku memang tidak pernah muncul. Namun ketika semua orang melihat hadiah ulang tahun yang sudah kusiapkan terlebih dahulu untuk adikku ... mereka semua langsung kehilangan akal.

Through tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure emerge—a man walking toward her, the fire parting in his wake. His eyes and claws gleamed gold in the firelight, and black and gilded scales covered his face and body, reminiscent of a serpent. But something more specific hovered at the tip of her tongue. His beastly form slowly faded, leaving a beautiful man with warm skin and firm flesh behind. “Help me,” she croaked. “I don't remember…” “Anything?” the stranger asked, his voice deep and ominous. “Only my name. Araheen,” she whispered, her lips trembling.“What happened to me? What is this place?” “You fell behind the Mad End's Wall.” A shadow of a smile crossed the stranger's lips, though it was far from reassuring. Before she could dwell on it, he slid his powerful arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing at all. “Who are you?” she asked, feeling small in his grasp. He studied her with an enigmatic gaze before replying, I'm Gildeon.” A pause.“Your husband.”

Even after a full decade of marriage, my husband Rudolf and I were as deeply in love as the day we wed—an enviable couple in the eyes of all. On the day of our anniversary, I saw him lifting a little boy into his arms right outside the entrance of our neighborhood. "Daddy! Can you take me to the amusement park this time?" The boy's words were enough to stop me dead in my tracks. I instinctively hid around a corner. "Of course! I'll even take you on a trip." Rudolf smiled warmly and kissed the boy on the forehead. In that instant, something seemed to have been set off in my head, as if years of trust had been shattered at that one moment. Daddy? Upon closer examination, I realized that the boy's features were remarkably similar to Rudolf's. No one could deny they were blood-related. "Your dad's busy with work, sweetheart. Don't cling to him too much," said a beautiful woman standing next to the boy. The cruel moment before me made it clear. The man who swore he would love me forever had been cheating all along.

re·pent /rəˈpent/ verb feel or express sincere regret or remorse about one's wrongdoing or sin. Haven is your average Christian young woman. She attends church, always reads her bible, and is the leader of her church's Youth Group. She even has the perfect Christian boyfriend, who she's sure she'll marry. Tristian is your average trouble maker. He drinks, smokes, and has no interest in religion. He's been sent to live with his religious grandmother harboring a lot of guilt and a horrible secret. When Haven meets Tristian, he turns her Christian world upside down and offers to show her a life outside of God. Her faith wavers as she falls in love with him and sets down a passionate, sinful path. She tells herself God will forgive her if she repents. But repentance means nothing when you're not sorry for what you've done.