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“Please,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. His smirk widened, turning dangerous, and my heart skipped a beat. “Please what?” he asked, his tone mocking, daring. Heat flushed through me, my body betraying me under the weight of his gaze. My fingers tightened on his wrist, and I took a shaky breath before whispering, “Please make me come.” His eyes darkened further. He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through me. “With pleasure,” he murmured, and then his lips crashed back onto mine. --- She’s a brilliant doctor and the heiress to a powerful family, but she remembers nothing about her past—or the father of her twin sons. Still, an unshakable need for revenge lingers in her heart. Her world takes an unexpected twist when three powerful men step into her life. “Take me back, Astrid. I’ll do anything—please. I can’t live without you,” one begs, his voice trembling. “Miss Aurora,” another says with a soft smile, lowering himself to one knee. “Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” But unlike the others, his cold, unfeeling eyes pin her in place. “I don’t care about anything else. If it’s revenge you want, use me as you please, dear wife.” Aurora must decide: uncover the truth about her past and risk losing everything, or protect the life she’s built for her family. Will exposing her secrets bring the revenge she craves—or destroy everything she holds dear?

"You do know I am a whore and wherever I go in this city, I will be recognized, be it under a disguise or not?" Penelope arched a brow at Quinlan, capturing his attention with her voice immediately. "Well…" Quinlan paused and let his mind waver for a second, "you could impersonate a male." "Heavens! Dressing up as a man to get myself pleasured?" "Yes, I see nothing wrong with that. It's only an hour or two, thing." "How about we invite a man into our home?" "I'm afraid that's impossible." Quinlan's tone was as sharp as his jaw. "Right." Penelope placed the papers on the desk, "where do I sign?" *** A deal between a heartbroken nobel man and the town's biggest whore. Quinlan wanted to keep his position as the Alpha's beta because he was close to being relieved of his duties since the Alpha recently wedded his lover. Penelope was after the money and wanted to go on a hiatus from the pleasure house. So the two married through a contact, unbeknownst of what lies ahead.

Jonathan Shaw is busy taking his mentor's daughter, who's burning up a fever, to the hospital on the day I fall. I'm pregnant. I need to undergo surgery to stabilize the pregnancy, but it's risky. However, Jonathan's tone is icy on the other end of the line. "I know you've always been biased against my mentor, Tessa. Still, do you think you can use something like this as an excuse to get me there?" I lose hope in him as a lone tear rolls down my face. "Don't bother saving the child. Help me abort it." My love for Jonathan leaves with our child.

"Do you feel anything?" His question made my brows furrow in confusion. "Feel what?" "You really don't feel anything?" He repeated, his tone incredulous and increasing my confusion. Am I supposed to feel anything? "What a weak bitch.” Disgust filled his eyes as he spoke. ---------- Avery was thrown at the feet of Alpha Jared by her stepfather in exchange for his debt. Alpha Jared recognizes her as his mate, but she doesn't, cause of her lack of a wolf. She is forced to live a life full of suffering and pain as Alpha Jared and his girlfriend, who were both aware that she was his mate never missed a chance to make her life hell. Would she ever find out that the Alpha is her mate? Even if she does, is she capable of making the Alpha who hates her, love and yearn for her?

"You invade my thoughts a lot Neah" Damon drawled, his eyes seemed starving, his tone softer than she had ever heard. "I-I ," Neah's eyes were drawn to his lips, she swallowed. "I envision to be deep inside you spread beneath me, my fangs at your neck, yet- yet I cannot do that to you, why?"Without waiting for her reply, Damon slammed his lips on hers. The kiss was fierce, desperate, yearning. Neah surrendered to the heat that arose within her, all opposing thoughts vacated Neah's head as Damon plundered her mouth. The reality of the kiss shattered every wall she's built. Damon's hands moved to her lower back, caressing her butt cheeks. "Mmmrh please~~" Neah moaned into his lips as his tongue delved deeper, coercing her into a dance she had never learned but now found herself desperate to master. Damon suckled at her lips greedily, every pull igniting flames in their entwined body, drawing more throaty moans from Neah. A deathly obsession! Neah, a wolfless Alpha heir had wet dreams about three beautiful Lycan Brothers. But then, amidst her chaotic life, fate swiveled her at the mercy of the three Lycan Brothers; Damon, Damian, Dylan who was possessive of her knowing she was their mate despite her young age as she couldn't find feel the bond yet. Neah later realizes that they were her mates and couldn't escape from their grasp but then, a false truth shattered her to the brink of confusion, hate and revenge for her mates. Now Neah's left to grapple the forbidden desire and the chilling truth about her mates merciless actions.

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police. Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered. I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby. He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

When Danica was still in college, she wanted to be a famous actress. She sacrificed a lot, including her studies when she finally had the chance to reach her dream. Among all the sacrifices, her biggest sacrifice was her love. When she was at the peak of success and popularity, unexpectedly, her name was involved in an issue that really gave roar in the entertainment industry that she did not expect to damage her popularity. Only sponsorship can save her name, but what will happen when the CEO of the company who can save her is her Ex boyfriend, whom she sacrificed along the way? Things are going to go rough because HE is up for a revenge. _ “You want my sponsorship to save your fame. How funny! How willing you are for this?” He asked with a smirk. "Very." "Prove it to me." "How?" "By signing a contract to be my mistress." The hatred in his tone gives a shiver down to her spine. She wants to back out but could she let her years of hard work get destroyed just like that? At the same time, what is he going to do about the strange addiction for the woman whom he hates from the core of his heart?

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

“The contract was only for a year, Mr Gray. I marry you for one year and you stay the fuck away from my properties,” her tone was high-pitched annoyance and anger. “You got it all wrong, sugar. The contract was to quench my thirst for you but all you did was fuel that desire. Now, I want to own you. Your body, heart and fucking soul,” that honeylike baritone was void of its usual teasing now. He meant every word of it. There was no escape for her. ********** As she lay on the operating table, bleeding to death from an abortion her husband, Regal had arranged, Claire saw her life flash before her eyes. Even in her dying state, he refused her a transfusion because donating blood would ‘hurt’ his unborn child. The words pierced through her heart. The man she'd given her world to chose her sister over her without blinking. But then life smiled at her and she was given a second chance to correct her mistakes. What happens when she gambles this chance by stealing from the famous trillionaire, Asher Gray? What will be her fate when he barges into her life and overturns her world with his wicked seduction? When life throws Regal at her feet, begging for a second chance, when old flames ignite, will she let go of the past and forgive or pursue the prospect of a beautiful new love?

Ferngrove must pay for their crimes of stealing an ancient jewel from a Fae High Lord, Valen, and harnessing the power within it. So every century, a daughter of the chief must be taken to Lyria, the realm of the High lord and there she will spend her remaining life paying for her ancestors crimes. After another century, Valen descends on the village once more, taking the beautiful daughter of the chief of Ferngrove, Maerwynn. And he imprisons her in his Court subjecting her to a cruel fate. As the days pass, Valen finds himself inexplicably drawn to Maerwynn, her unwavering strength and beauty stirring something long dormant within his dark heart and when Maerwynn, finds out she's more than a mere human and her destiny is tied to Valen, she gathers enemies like bees to honey. Determined to protect her from the dangers lurking within his own realm and beyond, Valen finds himself making sacrifices he never thought possible, defying the very nature of his being but nothing can stop the war coming. But nothing can stop the war coming, for it will consume completely. ************************* He fixes me with a steely gaze, his voice taking on a darker edge. "You have no business with my Court or any other Court in Lyria, to be precise. You're here to atone for the sins of your ancestors, and you will do so while knowing your place," he declares, his words cutting through the air like a knife. I swallow hard, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest at his harsh tone and the gravity of his words. "And what is my place?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze hardens, and his words send a chill down my spine. "My prisoner."