karma

I accepted his job offer just to pay off the debt my cheating Ex left me with … not to end up married to my brother’s bosshole best friend. Cora never thought working for her brother’s best friend—Griffin Blake—would flip her world upside down. He’s always been cold, bossy, and way too attractive for his own good. She can’t stand him… and yet, she can’t stop thinking about him either. One night at a company retreat changes everything. A few too many drinks. A dance that got too close. A kiss that felt way too real. And then—she wakes up in his bed. With a marriage certificate. Neither of them remembers saying “I do,” but now they’re stuck in a situation neither of them expected. Cora wants out. Griffin wants control. And their chemistry? It’s getting harder to ignore. But as secrets from the past begin to surface, and feelings start to get real, Cora realizes this might be more than just a drunken mistake. Because falling for the wrong man was never part of the plan… and Griffin Blake might just be the biggest risk of all. ***** Warning : 18+ only Contains Explicit Scenes And Adult Languages featuring hard-core taboo, s*x with brothers best friend and young adults erotica

Elena, a defiant and eccentric witch living in the Forbidden Forest, has witnessed the empire crumble under the reign of Kael, a once-promising disciple corrupted by darkness. Kael, once a bright-eyed orphan and a disciple of her very own enemy, was twisted into the empire's destroyer, abandoned and manipulated. In the face of the silver sword of her sworn enemy held by Kael, she makes a gamble against time and fate. Using forbidden magic, she strikes a deal with the timekeeper and plunges back into the past, 10 years before impending destruction. Faced with a chance to rewrite her destiny, she targets Kael and intends to make his master pay for neglecting his disciple. This time, she won't just stand by as the world crumbles; she will be his unlikely guardian, shaping him into a beacon of light instead of a harbinger of doom. Can Elena rewrite destiny? Or will the karma prove too strong for a witch to clash against the inevitable pull of fate?

Emily's parents owed a debt of a hundred million dollars before they died, and her fiancé promised to pay the debt once they get married. She attends her fiancé's birthday party only to be drugged by her cousin; a room has already been arranged for her, but she was mistaken taken to the wrong room. She unknowingly slept with a stranger, who left her while she was still asleep. Emily's life is ruined, and she was kicked out of the family. Five years later, Emily comes back to the city with a five-year-old girl. She is a well-known artist, but she couldn't fork out her parent's debt, so she was willing to sell her art gallery for the amount. She meets her potential buyer, a billionaire in the business world, who is also a stranger she slept with five years ago, her daughter's father. She doesn't recognize him, but he recognizes her, not as the girl he slept with five years ago, but as a little girl who owns the secret to his parent's deaths.

"Mom, Dad, I’ve decided to come home for the blind dates you mentioned. I’ll be back by the end of the month." In the early spring, with the lingering chill of winter in the air, Valerie Stonecutter pushed open the door while speaking softly into the phone. Her gentle voice drifted through the rain like a thread weaving through the mist. Pulling her collar tighter against the cold, she heard her parents breathe a sigh of relief on the other end. "Val," her father began, his voice heavy with age. “Your mom and I haven’t been in good health these past few years. So now that you’ve made up your mind, that’s good. When you’re back, I’ll have your Aunt Laura arrange a few suitable candidates for you to meet." Hearing that her parents were already making arrangements for her future, Valerie’s gaze flickered, her emotions momentarily unsettled. After a few more words of small talk, she ended the call. She glanced around her home with a heavy heart, her thoughts tangled in a quiet storm. Then she retreated to her bedroom and began to pack.

“You can't ever carry my husband’s children. I will kill you if you do.” This was the warning my sister gave me before I left our hometown. I didn't leave alone though, I left with three kids in my belly. After she couldn't keep herself for her husband, she used me knowing I was still clean. She didn't know that I had been in love with her husband and wanted to keep a part of him with me. However, Karma hit me hard when all three of the kids looked exactly like Trent Houston. As if that wasn't enough, I began to get back memories of Trent Houston as my lover. Later, I realized that my sister had taken my place, I was the real lover of Trent Houston.

My husband, Chandler Rotterdam worked as a researcher developing a new serum. Driven to find a cure for my cancer, he poured himself entirely into the project.  However, on the day of the injection, it wasn’t him who administered the treatment—it was his childhood friend, Pauline Hemsworth.  She had injected an unregulated dose, and I could do nothing but watch as my life slipped away. Even the child growing inside me was not spared.  Meanwhile, Chandler remained by her side.  “If this research succeeds, all the credit goes to you!” Chandler assured Pauline. “She would never blame you if anything happens. She’d be grateful to be the first to receive the drug.”  But the experiment failed. After discovering my death, Chandler lost his mind.

To retrieve the engagement ring my wife shared with her first love, she actually sent our five-year-old daughter into a haunted house alone. Terrified by the bloodstains inside, our daughter accidentally fell down the stairs. A steel rod pierced her stomach, and even in her final moments, she clung tightly to the ring, refusing to let go. I cradled her lifeless body, crying uncontrollably, and called my wife countless times. When she finally answered, she impatiently warned me, "Robert’s daughter is about to undergo heart transplant surgery. Stop causing trouble!" Devastated, I made another call. "Hello, this is Lily's father. I'm sorry, but we can no longer agree to the heart donation." If they were responsible for my daughter's death, they could forget about taking her heart!

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

Word on the street in the city of Hereshire was that Roy Chester had a penchant for eighteen-year-old girls. Yet, Willow Croyton was twenty-one when they started dating, and she stuck by him for nearly three years. She was a well-known simp to Roy, her only merit being her docility and good behavior. Later, when Willow left, Roy was spotted multiple times near her apartment block, his eyes teary. 

I'm dying, and so is Sean Quinton. He still has hope, though. I don't. Why? Because once I die, my body will become the first to have passed due to a special infection. It'll be dissected and researched to help cure Sean. So, his daily task becomes urging me to die. Unfortunately for him, I'm unwilling to save him another time, so I die not because of the infection but because of carbon monoxide poisoning. It's enough to destroy the symptoms my body shows and ruin their plans to research my corpse.