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With the chaos that happened, Nathalia's grave was not finished. It was half filled. Wasted flowers scented the grounds. Shovels lie useless. Chairs scrambled in the area. A forlorn sight for the most feared woman in the society. As the rest of the people squandered for their lives, one man remains. The oldest friend. Three other men came. They picked the shovels as the old man orders. Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold.

There are a few grammatical errors, please bear with me Emily Cole a simple bubbly, serious/fashion minded 22 year old from Seattle that stays in new York and works for one of the prestigious company in NewYork . Her family is everything to her, her mom, dad, sister not forgetting her bestie Susan .Working in the finance department as an assistant to the financial advisor. An incident occurs and she's promoted to the personal assistant for the boss. Her life becomes a roller coaster of drama as she not only falls in love with her boss, but also managed to get a few enemies What else could go wrong for Emily? Damien Richardson, an arrogant billionaire, he's got everything a man could ask for. Good looks, greek god body, unlimited bank balance and any woman he wants at his beck and call. Not forgetting his "on and off " girlfriend.He's arrogant, possessive,and absolutely cold. He doesn't believe in love To top it all of a crazy ex-girlfriend seeking revenge His former P.A betrayed him and he finds himself hiring Emily Cole to fill the position. What he doesn't know is that his life can never be the same again.With a crazy ex-girlfriend on the loose and a stalker Follow the amazing drama filled story of Emily and Damien.

Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features. I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey-" "Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions. Ec-excuse me? I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour. "What?" I quirk up my brow. "You've to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me. .... Sanaya Frances, 18 years old, an orphan is finding ways to earn more to gather money for her college tuition fee. She gets a chance to work as a house cook for Hobsons - one of the richest families in New York City. At the job interview, she finds that Hobsons's second son, Ashar Hobsons is getting married within a month. On the wedding day, the bride disappears, asks Sanaya to be at her place until her return. The real bride hides Sanaya's face with a veil, so that no one can recognize the different face. She comes back, but it was too late. The rings were already EXCHANGED. 25 years old, Ashar Hobsons, a successful businessman, decides to marry his childhood friend and a daughter of close business ally. On the wedding day, he is utterly unaware that the girl behind the veil who is taking marriage vows with him is not his fiancee, but a new, young cook. His bride-to-be deceived him and the worst part is she made him married to a teenager he barely remembered. Two complete strangers. Accidental marriage and their confused marital status. This doesn't sound easy and surely doesn't sound romantic.

The people have elected a new president. The first thing he did was conscript children into a school for future soldiers, and not a single human rights organization found out. Selena was one of those children. She was twelve when soldiers at school picked her up from school, rode a chopper, and disappeared They brought her to a garrison along with hundreds of children like her. There, she met friends she'd do anything to protect.

"That baby in your womb can't be mine; you're just a prostitute who wants to find a way with me," he declares, dismissing her claims with a venomous sneer. Reeling from the brutality of her past and the harrowing reality of a r*p* that stole more than her security, Chelsea fights back tears. Her of studying abroad are dimming, ensnared by the billionaire's ruthless terms: a contract marriage as his way out. But even in her darkest moments, Chelsea refuses to lose hope. She must navigate this cruel game of power and preservation, armed only with her resilience and a burning desire to reclaim her future.

You may k.i.s.s the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears. I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight. His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore. I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one!

Draven’s lips left mine to trail down, from my jaw to my bosoms, kissing and sucking. Damien’s arms were still wrapped around me, immense pleasure and uncanny hunger coursing through me as he pressed his hard bulge against my ass, his towel, the only barrier between us. Suddenly, I whimpered, throwing my head back when I felt someone part my legs underneath before sliding my panty to one side and kissing me there. “No... Darius...” My voice wavered and trembled as I tried to close my legs, but Damien held it open from behind and bit my ear lobe softly, chuckling as I whimpered so hard to the point of sobbing. I had never felt such indescribable pleasure before, it was all so overwhelming. "Leave your legs open." He whispered, biting my ear softly *** Anastasia, a victim of abuse, is sold to the Lycan Devil Triplets in a desperate turn of events. They offer her freedom in exchange for bearing their child. As their relationship deepens, Anastasia discovers her own extraordinary powers and faces challenges from jealous concubines and dangerous foes. Together, they unravel the truth about her mother's captivity and unite against their enemies, forging a path to love and redemption.

"You need to learn to respect me, girl. It is already decided and done. Get ready because your fiancé will be here in a few days." My eyes filled with tears that mixed my despair with the anger I felt at having my hands tied, but I did not lower my head, and although the tears fell in abundance down my face, I looked at him with a defiant posture. Caroline Andermier is the princess of the kingdom of Tresoria and the only heir to the throne. Everybody believes that her life is perfect, but her parents are forcing her to get married so the prince consort will reign in her place. Unhappy with her future, Caroline meets a brave soldier that is going to change her way to see her world and also her heart. Will she be able to be a fair queen to her people and also with her heart?

"I want a husband and I want it to be you, Iñigo Petrakis. So, you will marry me whether you like it not." Avery "Ava" Marquez has been in love with Iñigo Petrakis for as long as she can remember. The only problem is he has sworn off love after his scandalous marriage that ruined his family name and business. Add on to his problem is being found in a compromising position with the strong-willed Ava Marquez. With his life in shambles and an adamant but sexy woman hot on his trail, he might just give in to her offer - marry the self-made billionaire in exchange for bringing back his prestige. Fairly easy but with the constant sparks and seduction of Ava, he might not only give his family name but also his heart.

"You don't say no to me, Lilian. You're my property. You belong to me!" His voice was calm, yet the scariest she ever heard. She shivered on the spot as she stared at the dangerous and scary man in front of her. How she suddenly ended up here in a lion's den and there was no hope of escaping, was what she never imagined. She knew her stepmom hated her so much, but if there was one thing she never imagined, it was the fact that she could go to the extreme length of selling her off to a stranger. "Re... Ren... Don't touch me..." Her voice quivered as she pressed her back further into the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She wished she could disappear into the wall, but was that even possible in reality? "I beg you, please... Leave me alone," She suddenly fell to her knees when her legs couldn't carry her anymore, and he rolled his eyes momentarily. "I'll spare you tonight, Lilian... Not because of your pleas, but because I am in a good mood. When next I want you..." He paused then squatted in front of her and smirk "I will torture you until you can't take it anymore and beg me to f*ck you so hard, Lilian. I'll make you hit orgasms five times in a row, and I promise that by the time I'm done with you, you'll never remain the same again," He whispered against her ear as a dirty smirk played at the corner of his lips, and her heart sank into her stomach. Will she ever get out of this?