Redemption

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.

She had been in love with him for practically all her life, but he only saw her as his little sister. She could only hope that he would one day look at her the way she wanted him to. She thought those dreams had come true after a passionate night together, only for him to accuse her of the most horrible and tell her he wants nothing to do with her. Heartbroken, she gathered the rest of her pride and left to reclaim her self-worth. Unknowingly, she had left with the CEO's heart as he frantically searched for her, wanting to make things right. **** “Come back to me, princess. And I'll love you the way you deserve.” I let out a laugh. “I'm sorry, big brother. I am no longer that stupid girl who had a crush on you.”

On Emily's birthday, her father, Mr. Albert, didn't celebrate with her and her mother. Instead he went to celebrate his ex-girlfriend's son's birthday. He bought expensive gifts for them, but her daughter got nothing but heartbreak. Emily was suffering from the worst brain tumor. She has been on drugs since she turned two. When Albert's ex-girlfriend showed up with a boy, he felt happy and proud to have a living child. Because to him, Emily is just a waste of space. A disturbance to his life and finances. Deep down, he wanted her to die quickly so he would stop spending his money on drugs. He accused his wife, Jennifer, of cheating on him. That his sperm can never produce a problem child—a living dead child. One fateful morning, a day Jennifer went to deliver a cake to the CEO of a bankrupting company. There, right in his office, she made a prediction that turned the man into a multibillionaire. "Marry me, Jennifer, and I will make you the richest woman in the world." The man said with one knee on the ground while presenting a diamond ring before her. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm married with a child, and I love my husband," she said and got home only to receive a divorce paper. "Sign this paper and leave with your sick daughter if you don't want me to marry a second wife." "Wow, you just made it easy for me. I don't even need you anymore." She signed it and left with reckless abandon. Will Albert regret his actions? Was he actually the father of his ex-girlfriend's son? Most importantly, will Emily survive? Join me and find out for yourself.

Après avoir passé une nuit avec un homme étrange la veille de son mariage, Arianna quitte le pays pour refaire sa vie. Arianna Jason, 22 ans, a passé sa vie à faire plaisir à ceux qu'elle aimait le plus, sans savoir qu'elle n'était qu'une proie nourrie pour le jour de sa ruine. Sa vie a goûté à l'amère pilule de la trahison. Elle veut rendre au monde ce qu'elle a, mais comment peut-elle changer sa bonne et innocente personnalité pour s'adapter à une société et un monde cruels ? Sa douce nature peut-elle être contaminée, ou s'en sortira-t-elle, pagayant sur le bon chemin ?

“I'm going to take you to the edge, kitten, and you're going to beg for more,” Axel whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Amber's spine. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze made her pulse race. She felt his fingers dig into her hips, pulling her against his hardened body. “Is that a promise?” Amber whispered, her body already screaming to be touched. Axel's lips curled into a sly smile. “It's a warning.” Amber's heart skipped a beat as Axel's hands slid up her back, unzipping her dress. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She stood before him, vulnerable yet unafraid. “Tonight, you're mine, little kitten,” **** Amber had always wished to have her brother’s infamous best friend since she was in high school but is hurt because he only treats her like a little sister. When Amber got admitted to college and moved in with her brother, she is surprised to see that her longtime crush was under the same roof. Her brother leaves for an important business, and she is left alone with this hot devil. She knew this was her chance to get him, and she wasn’t ready to screw it. Axel had always loved Amber but knew she was off bounds because she was his best friend’s sister, but when she is left in his care, he began to lose control. From stolen kisses to steamy sessions, he knew he was in trouble when he became addicted to this little kitten. ~~~ The Badboy’s Little Kitten is a two in one series… BOOK ONE: Stolen Moments: My Brother’s Best Friend BOOK TWO: Whispers Of Seduction: We Meet Again, Little Kitten Bask in the steam because it only gets hotter!!! ©️Purple Ink 2024

Astrid Voss hates her boss.And “hate” doesn’t even begin to cover it.Rhys Blackwood is rude, demanding, and so full of himself that she’s convinced his reflection probably applauds when he walks by. He criticizes everything she does, works her till she’s exhausted, and never—ever—cracks that icy expression.But when she accidentally crashes into him and their lips meet, everything changes.Because suddenly, her cold, impossible boss has ears. And a tail.Now she knows the truth — Rhys isn’t just a control freak. He’s a werewolf.And Astrid plans to use that little secret to make his perfect life hell.Except… every time she pushes, he pushes back harder.Every time she teases, his eyes darken.And every time he says her name in that low, dangerous voice, her body forgets why she’s supposed to hate him.He says she doesn’t understand what she’s started.He says wolves don’t let go once they’ve found their mate.Astrid thought she was getting revenge.Turns out, she just poked the Alpha.

He promised to protect him from a killer. He never said he was one. When journalist Ian Parker witnesses a brutal murder, he should have been the killer's next victim. Instead, he wakes up in the hospital, saved by Zhedya Hunter…a brilliant forensic pathologist, a reclusive CEO, and a man with chilling grey eyes that feel hauntingly familiar. Charismatic and dangerously possessive, Zhedya offers Ian shelter in his opulent penthouse, a gilded cage where every comfort is a chain. As Zhedya's obsession deepens, Ian's career skyrockets, with damning evidence against the city's most wanted criminals mysteriously falling into his hands. But each exclusive story comes with a price: a fractured memory, a drugged haze, and a growing pile of bodies connected to anyone who threatens their twisted paradise. Now, Ian is trapped in a nightmare of luxury and lies, unraveling a truth more terrifying than any headline: his savior is a predator, his sanctuary is a crime scene, and the man who claims to love him is the most prolific murderer he will ever interview. Learning how to love a murderer is easy. Surviving him is the real story.

"The sex was good though." Davina said, rudely pulling me out of my thoughts. "Just the sex?" "Yes." She repeated unapologetically. "Just the sex." I turned, her words piercing me in a way I didn't expect. "Ouch." Davina chuckled, as if she had not just spat out the coldest line ever. "What did you expect? That I will fall back into your arms and profess love to you?" "I didn't ask for that." "Good." She murmured. "Because I have given you my heart before and you gave it back to me in pieces." °°°°°°°°°° One moment, Davina was walking down the aisle with a wide smile on her face. The next, she was picking up the pieces of what was left of her heart with bleeding hands. The only family she had left had been cruelly taken from her by the man she was supposed to marry, the man that had shown her nothing but love and had treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He changed— taking her as a captive and punishing her for a crime she had no idea about. But Davina swore to revenge, to take back all he had taken from her and make him pay for his sins, even if it's the last thing she does.

“You’re getting engaged tomorrow.” My father said blandly as if he was talking about the weather. But that wasn't my problem. The problem is I’ve only met the girl once… and I don’t even like girls. No one knows I’m gay. Not even my father. So, the night before the big party, I did something stupid. I went to a bar. I got drunk. And I kissed a stranger. He was hot and dangerous in the best way. We had a one night stand. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. Until the next day... when he walked into my engagement party. My fiancée turned to me and smiled. “Meet my brother.” I looked at him, frozen. And then he said, with a smirk— “Nice to meet you.” My heart dropped. This wasn’t just a one-night mistake anymore. Now, it’s the beginning of something dangerous... and maybe something real. Something I wanted.