Last Temptation Of Homer

When Delaney turned sixteen the migraines came along with nightmares of a life that was never hers. On her eighteenth birthday, she turned into a wolf. Yeah, a fucking wolf. With no family and a group of men on her heels, she is on the hunt for the man in her dreams. The one whose face haunts her vision every time she closes her eyes. The only thing Delaney is certain of is that she might be batshit crazy, her whole life has been a lie and she is searching for a man named Lach. She is back. It's the only thing on Falcon's mind, ninety-nine lifetimes and finally, they have reached the last. The final rebirth. She has no idea the hell he intends to unleash on her…or planned to. Until she stumbles into his campfire with a curse word and nervous chuckle before passing out. She is supposed to look the same every reincarnation. She is supposed to have striking white hair and golden eyes that pierce your heart. So who the fuck is this redheaded, green-eyed spitfire with the aura of the woman he was been predestined to slaughter in every lifetime?

At twenty-two, Skylar Carnell is a spitfire who doesn’t believe in cliché romances and has dreams of her own to chase. What happens when she has to honor her parents' dying wish and marry into the St. James family? Skylar tries hard to avoid the disastrous marriage to the oldest son, Sebastian St. James, and luck favors her although momentarily. Soon Sebastian elopes with the woman he loves. It leaves her with no other option than to meet the youngest son, the cocky, full-of-himself, infuriating Christian St. James. He's notorious, mysterious, and full of surprises. Skylar fights him at every step, but he offers her a contract marriage she can't ignore. Why does he want to marry her? Is it only to honor his parent's last wish? Can Christian tempt the spitfire and make her stay? Will Skylar walk away when the contract term expires? What will happen when unexpected circumstances bring them closer?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

"You are my wife only in paper. You will never be my mate." Ace said to her as tears rolled down her face. Ofcourse she knew he was forced to marry her, just like she was. But she hoped someday he will warm up to her. Why did he hate her so much when she was also forced into this marriage? Everyone is blaming her for not siring an heir yet for the southern pack, but what no one knows is that he has never laid a finger on her. They sleep in separate rooms. So why can't he just stand up to his father and ask her for a divorce so that he can be with the woman he truly loves?

"You're mine Ariella Vandenberg" his hand firmly wraps around her slender waist, pulling her closer to him. "Jay...I..I hate you... so much" he smirked and without permission, smashed his cold lips unto hers, enveloping in a passionate kiss. "We Both know that's a lie..". * *. * * Following a painful breakup with her fiancé, Arielle Vandenberg finds sanctuary in a darkly lit club, her thoughts clouded by sadness. But when she crosses paths with Jay Sinclair, a dangerously charming billionaire, her night takes an unexpected turn. Jay Sinclair is the last man Arielle shouldn't be engaged with, given his vicious reputation and untouchable status. But, when a controversy threatens Arielle's future, Jay makes her an attractive proposal: a contract marriage to solve both of their issues. The rules are simple: no strings, no love, just business. But when she starts to unwind, she finds out the awful truth: Jay has been using her from the start. Their terrible encounter at the bar wasn't a coincidence; rather, a deliberate plot to wreak revenge on her family's betrayal done years back, which she knows nothing of. However, with her heart now on the line, she must decide between walking away from the only person who can save her and her family and trusting the guy who fooled her. will Arielle find out even more devastating details about the guy she thought she knew, or will love be able to endure betrayal?.

Malia Ray Smith, the heiress to the country's largest chocolate manufacturer, thought she had it all wealth, power, and the love of her father. But her husband Maynard Salvador cheats on her leaving Malia feeling worthless and insecure Just when Malia thought things couldn't get any worse, Larson Reynold enters her life and sweeps her off her feet and Malia believes she has found her true love. But as she falls deeper, she uncovers a web of lies and deception, and realizes she's been nothing but a pawn in Larson's dangerous game. Malia must navigate a world of betrayal, corruption, and evil plotting, all while finding the strength to stand up for herself and fight for the love and happiness she truly deserves.

“Get your clothes off,” he said, his voice emotionless.   I stared at him, my lips slightly parted in shock. What?   “I said, get your clothes off,” he repeated. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees. Face me with your ass.”   “What?” I breathed, trembling.   He took a single step forward, the air tightening .   “Didn’t you hear what I—”   He stopped.   Just like that, the words died on his tongue. His entire body froze, his eyes locked on me. It looked like he had been struck.   His pupils dilated, his lips parted slightly.   And then...He stepped back.   “Mate.” ************* It was supposed to be a one-night stand, not a soul-binding mistake.   I grew up in an orphanage, but at 19, I was forced to move to a brothel and become a sex worker.   Darius Dovenia was a ruthless Alpha of Silver moon pack who happened to be my first client and as he called it…Mate.   But what if the girl he's vowed to protect… was created by the monster he's sworn to kill?

Danica wakes up beside a strange man in the morning. The next day, she finds herself becoming the surrogate to a mysterious man, in the bid to save her twin sister Daniella from a ruthless mafia boss. But what she doesn't understand is, why did he change the rules? He wants her body once every month till she conceives yet; she can't see him face to face... Sneak peak; The moment he took a step, Danica recalled his promise and yelled, "Wait!" He halted but didn't turn his head in her direction. "Hmmm," he hummed. Danica couldn't continue to live in anticipation of a faceless man coming to her room 4 times a week. She gathered her last courage and said, "you promised to let me see your face." Loney stiffened for a few seconds. He was a man of his words therefore, he had to face the unexpected. No matter what, it was bound to happen.

Amelie DaVinci never expected to be stolen from the altar. One moment, she was walking down the aisle. The next, her stepbrothers stormed in, guns drawn, tearing her from the life she never wanted. Luca, the cold and ruthless leader, plays mind games that blur the line between cruelty and seduction. Matteo teases her with whispered promises of pleasure and pain. And Nico, the silent one. As a mafia war ignites and betrayals cut deep, Amelie faces an impossible choice—fight back or surrender to the dark temptation of the men who refuse to let her go. Escape is impossible. Betrayal is inevitable. And surrendering to the darkness might be her only way to survive. Amelie knew she shouldn’t be anywhere near them. But here she was, trapped between Luca and Matteo, with Nico watching from the armchair. Matteo’s fingers brushed against her waist. “You know,” he murmured, “you keep running, but you always end up right back here. With us.” Amelie swallowed hard. “This is a mistake.” Luca hummed in amusement. “Then why haven’t you stopped us?” His fingers wrapped around a loose strand of her hair, tugging lightly. “Or better yet, why haven’t you stopped yourself?” She shivered. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, but it lacked conviction. Nico finally moved, his gaze locking on hers. “Then walk away,” he said. “If that’s what you really want.” Amelie’s breath hitched. Her body betrayed her, leaning slightly into Luca’s touch, into Matteo’s warmth. Matteo tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “That’s what I thought.” His lips hovered over hers. “We’re not the ones keeping you here, Amelie. You are.” This was dangerous. It was reckless. But she knew she was already theirs.

She left him five years ago, long before he became the ruthless billionaire the world now fears. Now she’s ready to marry again but first, she needs his signature. Except Enzo Wayne doesn’t plan to let go. He’s waited five years to remind her what belonging means. One signature, one demand, one impossible month..and one question neither of them wants to answer: What if she never stopped loving him?