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Three years of love. One brutal betrayal. Four mates she never wanted. Ava Carter thought her biggest heartbreak would be losing her first love, Jason. She never expected to catch him in bed with her best friend—or to be hit by a car moments later. But fate isn’t done with her yet. She wakes up not dead… but mated. To the quadruplets who made her life a living hell. Damon. Darius. Dante. Dominic. Four devastatingly powerful alphas. Four tormentors from her past. And now, her fated mates. As Ava fights to regain control of her shattered life, she’s dragged into a whirlwind of obsession, secrets, and unwanted bonds. Worse still, the man her mother is about to marry—the one Ava’s never met—is the father of her new mates. Caught between a love she never had and a destiny she never asked for, Ava must choose: run from the wolves who claim her… or face the storm the Moon Goddess designed just for her. One thing’s for sure—this isn’t your typical fairytale.

Having a baby when her main priority is her career was not part of Clementine Sinclair’s plan. She was willing to give up everything—money, love, and even the chance for a family. These are the things Sancho wants in life. They are incompatible. However, they have also become so dangerously inseparable that even when they were about to go their separate ways, life came up with another plan to keep them together.

In a world consumed by war and revenge, he was the only one she could see. But with a sword that thirsted for blood, and a mask that hid her true identity, could they ever be together? As every enemy fell to her feet, and he fought to keep her safe, their fate became more entwined than ever. But when the truth is revealed, will their love survive the danger that follows? Don't miss this thrilling tale of Mask Princess in Revenge.

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By day, she files papers. By night, she breaks the internet. Lena Morgan isn’t your average secretary. By night, the world knows her as Lux Monroe—the most-watched porn star on the internet. By day, she’s trying to live a quieter life, blending into the corporate world as the new assistant at Cross Enterprises. But her secret isn’t safe. Damien Cross—the enigmatic billionaire CEO—recognized her the moment she stepped into his office. He’s not just a fan. He’s obsessed. And he didn’t hire her by accident.

"Lizzie, will you marry me? I want to make you my wife, a queen of my life, and the only porn star for me to fulfill my desires. You can take revenge on my nephew, who hurt you and betrayed your love. I guarantee you a happy life, with lots of money and love from me." *** James Hansen is a 40-year-old handsome, well-established man, who suddenly came to propose to me to be his wife. He is my ex's uncle. As a billionaire and a well-respected man, I didn't expect him to like me. I accepted him, because it was to avenge my heartache for Jack, but....wait! Every day I fell more and more in love with James!

Akira Sanders is an author...an romance author. Pen named Miss. OG, her writings are famous among the high school kids, but little do her fans know that she herself is a high school student and...a . Her biggest inspirations are porn videos and washroom gossips. Ethan Whitmore is the high school 'it' boy with God like looks and an ego as huge as Mt. Olympus. An arrogant but the biggest fan of Miss. OG's novellas. Oh! And did I mention that he's the chemistry teacher? So what happens when Ethan comes to know that his favourite author is actually a high school girl, moreover, his student? Join them in their journey through senior year as Ethan tries to teach our Superstar, a thing or two about chemical reactions...of a very different kind.

Everyone in the upper circles knew I was the Xander family’s delicate little porcelain doll, someone who could not tolerate even the slightest grievance. I always had to sit in the seat of honor at gatherings. My drinks had to be served ice-cold. If anything annoyed me even a little, I would have my childhood friends clear the room. That was, until the fallen heiress returned. She did not rely on men. She had built her own business from scratch and was ruthless in the boardroom, radiating a wild, untamed beauty. Slowly, my dear brothers began to find me insufferable and too high-maintenance. When they pulled their investments from my gallery to back her projects instead, only my fiancé stayed by my side, comforting me. “Forget them. They’re all opportunists. I’ll always keep you safe in the palm of my hand!” That was until one day, I saw that same proud fiancé bent low like a servant, humbly wiping wine stains off the heiress's shoes in a corner of a club. His eyes were filled with a devotion I had never seen before. “All I need is one look from you, and I’ll drop the whole wedding.” I took off my engagement ring and tossed it into the drain. Then, I went home and told my grandfather, “Grandpa, I’m going to Africa for that development aid project. “I’ll agree to the arranged marriage. Just don’t make me see them again."

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé’s female best friend, Marisol Vance, sent me a set of photos. In the photos, she wore the custom haute couture wedding gown I had commissioned, leaning into Lucian Drake’s arms, with a caption meant to provoke me: [Borrowing your groom and your dress for a moment—after all, Lucian said I look better in this than you do.] Soon after, my social feed was flooded with their so-called wedding photos. In the images, the two of them staged a mock kiss, the caption reading: [More than friends, not quite lovers. If we had been born ten years earlier, there would have been no place for anyone else.] I held up the photos and confronted Lucian, yet he played his game indifferently, then tossed his phone aside, his face full of impatience. “I told you, it was just for fun—a way to commemorate our youth. Can you stop acting like a shrew? She was just diagnosed with depression. What’s wrong with me comforting her?” Looking at his self-righteous expression, I smiled. “Fine. Since your bond is so unbreakable, I won’t play the villain.” That very night, I drafted a withdrawal agreement and halted the arrangements I had been making with a top-tier overseas medical team for his mother. “The wedding is off. Don’t expect me to keep patching up your bankrupt company, and don’t expect me to save your mother either. “Your youth is precious—I hope you can afford to pay the price to keep it so.”

"Nicky, do you have any porn? I'm feeling so lonely tonight." Late at night, my aunt pushed open the door to my bedroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie. Her figure was full, soft, and seductive. I'd been jerking off into her stockings and scrambled to yank the blanket over myself. "Aunt Maggie, couldn't you at least knock before coming in?" Her cheeks flushed red. "I'm so hot and bothered I can't stand it. That useless uncle of yours can't satisfy me at all. Just find me a few steamy videos so I can take care of myself." I felt my own stiff length and smirked. "How about I take care of it for you?"