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“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

"Huh? Innocent and pure male god?" Albrey Hamilton's cold thin lips brushed Oakley's cheeks gently, his hand gripping the person's pale and smooth chin. "Very funny, isn't it?" Albrey Hamilton's hand ruffled Oakley’s hair, tousling it. "Aren't you just a plaything?" Albrey Hamilton sneered coldly and domineeringly captured the lips of the person beneath him. Immediately, Albrey pinned down the person's waist and thrust into the person fiercely creating a loud papapa noise that resounded in the low-key luxurious room Oakley's eyes and face reddened which wasn't known if it was due to pleasure, fury or embarrassment. Oakley's eyes pooled with tears that slipped past his cheeks rapidly yet he only bit his lower lip, a stubborn and defying expression on his face. He refused to part his lips, speak or acknowledge the cruel words of the person hovering over him. "Naive." Albrey's thin lips curved in a cynical disparage. "How do you think your fans will react when they discover their pure idol sold his body to me to become famous?" Albrey sneered coldly, his eyes darkening with coldness at Oakley's silence. Oakley stiffened after hearing the ridiculing word that emitted from Albrey's lips.

Kylie has always dreamed of being the Beta for the Pack. She went above and beyond to earn the title. But on her eighteenth birthday, she was shaken up to discover that her fated mate was Logan, one of the twin Alpha. Her Alpha. “You’re not even part of this Pack at any chance, so it’s still considerate of me to allow you to just leave peacefully and never show yourself again rather than killing you, huh?” “Why? What happened to you, Logan? Why are you doing this?” Her teeth gritted, but not in anger rather in disappointment. Tears were looming through her half-opened eyes, but she wouldn’t let them crawl down. Not in front of him. “I, Alpha Logan Williams of Eclipse Pack, rejecting you, my Beta Kylie Smith as my fated mate. May you never find love and peace in other men’s hands.” While in search for her new Pack, Kylie stumbles upon Jacob and helps her join their Pack only to find out that she is the missing Lycan Princess and their Pack is a long-standing rival of Eclipse Pack. Will Kylie’s love for her fated mate win or plot her awaited revenge now that they’re huge enemies?

"You said nothing would give you pleasure more than seeing me in pain, huh?" He said as he stalked me like his prey until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Absolutely. " I said, firing back. "Then sex works. It causes pain..but more pleasure than pain, and as you have noticed, I'm great at pleasing people." He had that smug smile on his face, and while I hated him at this exact moment, my body was about to betray me rather too quickly. Karrion Xavier Black is the CEO of Black Industries and at night, the head of the biggest Italian mob in the world. He's arrogant, rude, a terribly annoying playboy, and yet filthy rich. Very few people get to see another side of him and at that, for a moment at times. Sophia Kane is an art consultant for the 1% of the 1% at day, but at night, she's the best assasin/spy for the organization. What happens when the next name that comes across her desk is his? She's out for revenge, and she's going to get it no matter what. Follow us on this journey as we see the hate moments, the love moments, the love-hate moments.

“I want nothing to do wi…” she swallowed hard as he turned to her. The heated look in his eyes was enough to make her resolve fly out of the window. “You were saying?” His voice felt like a wisp caressing her body. “Huh?” Serena was sure that the heater had been turned up another notch as she struggled to remember what she intended to say. *********** Serena Jones was married to her emotionally abusive, prim, and proper college sweetheart. Living a boring life as the "perfect" housewife supportive of her husband and his habit, though she was frustrated with the lack of passion in their home. Frustrated while conforming to the standard set for her by her mother and mother-in-law, she met Kincaid Aslanov. Kincaid Aslanov is the current head of the Aslanov clan, a gun-dealing and influential family. Betrayed by his aide and fatally wounded, he met the dutiful Serena, whom his brother coerced to take care of him. She was a temptation he couldn't resist. He was the danger she should never have known. This story is the perfect example of how powerfully opposites attract. Will Serena give in to her inner fire and grab on to the opportunity to come alive? Partake in the amazing, plot-twisting journey of our protagonist to find out.

"Hello Evie, it's been a long time..." His deep sexy voice still made her tremble but she tried her best to remain calm. His eyes stared at her beauty like he wanted to devour her. "Mr. Wayne. " She nodded. Tried so hard not to show her trembling hand and shook his big hand. "Mr. Wayne, huh? It's always been, baby to you..." He grinned. Showed the perfect teeth on his handsome face. God. Why she had to meet him of all presidents that owns a company?! Evangeline got an e-mail for job interview as a secretary in a big company in the country. The interview went smoothly and she was accepted. Of course the beautiful young woman was delighted. But the HRD told her, the president was really ill and his son, the one and only heir would take his place. And that heir was Alexander Wayne. That was also her ex. Her psycho ex that was obsessed with her. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. Will she escape his unbearable love? Or accept his true nature and obsession for her? Warning! This book is full with violent and disturbing scenes! Please consider it first before reading!

When the power meter in the house trips, Mom's foster daughter, Juniper Hawthorne, is trapped in the dark for five minutes. Even though I have claustrophobia, Mom locks me in an empty, pitch-black room. "You knew Juniper was terrified of the dark, yet you intentionally shut off the power just to frighten her! I'll teach you how to behave today!" I cry and beg her not to, but all I receive in return is a harsh slap. "Claustrophobia? That's just what happens when a kid grows up too spoiled." Late that night, I sense someone breaking into the house. The first thing I do is to call Mom, a renowned criminal psychologist, for help, only to be yelled at. "You're still really getting into this role just to fight Juniper for attention, aren't you? "Kidnappers, huh? Well, go ahead and die so you'll stop bothering me!" As she wishes, I'm brutally tortured and killed. My body is buried beneath Mom's favorite flowerbed. After I die, my soul is trapped in the body of a cat. All I can do is helplessly circle Mom until five days have passed. The police arrive with a mangled body and request her help in creating a portrait of the killer.

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

"This is all an act! The whole marriage of a thing is an act. Let's also act as if we don't know each other." Arielle warned her ex who was right at her front. He scoffed on hearing what she said, and walked closer to her. She took a step backwards while he walked towards her, not until when her back hit the wall, and she couldn't move anymore. "Since we are acting, do you actually think that it is bad for me to touch you this way? Huh? This is all an act." His hands went to her ass, while she gasped in shock. She missed his touch, but at the same time she doesn't want it. ***** Arielle thought everything was going well for her not until when she wanted to give birth, and her father abandoned her after he got to realize she is not his real daughter. There was no one she could run to, not until when she got rescued by a stranger, and later demanded a favor from her in return for saving her. Arielle thought it was going to be easy to repay, not until when she got to realize she would be getting married to the son of the lady who saved her. What was more shocking is that the son was her ex.

On the day the privileged heiress, Olivia Cruz, and I register our marriage, she leaves me and Mom stranded on a deserted road before running off to her childhood sweetheart, Brad McCoy. Rage triggers Mom's cardiac arrest, so I call Olivia in anxiety, begging her to come back and save Mom. But she just says a cold line before ending the call, "Not this again. Every time I have to step away, your mom suddenly has heart pain. Your family sure knows how to put on a show, huh?" With that, Mom misses her chance at rescue and dies. That night, a mutual friend posts online. "Growing up together is a whole different kind of bond!" The post shows Olivia perched on Brad's lap with his hand resting on her waist. It's the perfect picture of intimacy that leaves little to the imagination. I expressionlessly tap on the like button before typing my comment. "Is this what you meant by 'something important'?" The friend sneers. "Relax, it's just a game of Truth or Dare. I can't believe you're taking it so seriously." Olivia doesn't even bother to explain, but when I walk away without a word, she finally panics.