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“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!” I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze. He let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips. “Your body belongs to me–” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “I, Vermont Cardonisss, am now your Lord, little pet. Bend over!” *** It is better to be a slave to a mafia than to be a sex toy of your very own father. On this account, Grace agrees to pay the debts of her father to the sexy and brutal mafia, Vermont Cardoniss. It becomes a bloody entanglement of two incessant individuals where Vermont seems too ruthless to repent and Grace, too religious to be laid. Would it be a case of a good girl turned naughty or the redemption of a cold-blooded mafia? [Content Guidance: This book is intended for adult as it contains explicit sexual and violence scenes]

Mirella My spouse sold me. In addition to selling me, he also professed his love for me during the transaction. What lies does he tell? Fools are the only ones who believe him. Regretfully, I was one of those idiots. Ernest I am not into purchasing ladies as a habit. I didn't have to to because i hate it. I am the ruler of my domain, the demon you dreamed about in your sleep, Cole so sold me his wife when the payment became due. I wanted to toy with her as any foolish person would, and that made me happy. And I did play with her. Sadly, I would have to murder her eventually if her husband can't pay me my money.

Run baby, run!” Mama's last words to me as she bleed on our favorite rug- a testament of what happens when you let your guard down- Tisha a werewolf picked up to be Alpha Damion pleasure toy after the tragic death of her parents live the life of an Omega in blackwood pack. Rejected and disgraced by the very person created to love and protect her, Tisha has to navigates the pain of betrayal, lies and life in a new pack with the dreaded alpha jackson who claims to be her second chance mate rather than living the life of a rejected omega in a pack where her life means nothing. will Tisha let herself love and feel after everything she has been through or will she let the past destroy the prospects of her future? find out in The Lost Luna

Mientras estaba en la escuela, Hillary Futon fue retada por sus amigas a besar a su enamorado de la infancia, Nathan Trent. Él es el chico más lindo de la escuela y se rumorea que es el único heredero del grupo de empresas Trent.Ella se mantuvo alejada de ello porque todos saben cuánto odia Nathan estar con una mujer. Pero en el día de su graduación, decide aceptar el desafío y hacerlo solo por diversión.Nunca supo que su vida cambiaría después de ese beso...Nathan Trent es el único hijo de Simon Trent y heredero del imperio Trent. Es tan guapo y de carácter frío, sin embargo, cada chica desea ser su novia, pero él no puede acercarse a ninguna mujer porque se irrita con su presencia.Su posición como heredero es disputada por los ancianos de la casa Trent, ya que nunca se le ha visto con una mujer, por lo que todos asumen que es gay y los ancianos nunca aprobarían que un hombre gay dirija los negocios familiares.Nathan nunca sale con nadie y nunca se compromete con una mujer, pero cuando recibió un beso de Hillary, supo que la quería solo para él.

They say darkness lives in us all... It's a lie, though. Because the darkness lives within me. Elara Temptation to sweet, lips too thick. When a handsome man invited me to a Halloween party,  I wasn't expecting to be drugged, abducted and offered as a human sacrifice for his dark cult, but I should've. Life had been miserable, and I'd never fitted in. So when death came for me, I welcomed it. Arms. Wide. Open. But Asher had other ideas. He stole me to kill me, but now? He keeps me just to play. His kisses left scars. His touches, fingerprints on my bones. But when he wakes the darkness in me, I realised he may just not like the monstrous little witch he created - Cross my heart. Asher. I had a job. Bring a woman to the circle just like my brothers had - kill the women presented, gain more power. It should've been easy. But then I saw her. My shadowed Vixen. Something whispered to me in the dark, a pulse in the air surrounding us. She felt different. She felt eerie and aloof, a mystery that lured me in. We had to know. I had to know. So I gave her a chance. Join us, or die. She laughed and told me she wasn't afraid of dying. So I made it my mission to drag her into my darkness, to toy with her until only a monster remained. And a monster was just what I got. Now, I'd do anything to get my girl back, even if it meant letting the darkness consume me, just so she could be bathed within the light - and hope to die.

My name's Althea Whitmore— a slave to my stepmom and stepsister. It's well-known how much my father despises me. My late mom was of Zelta bloodline, and my father hailed from a Gamma bloodline. Strangely, I was born an omega and Mom died after giving birth to me. The entire pack has known me as a jinx, and my difficulty manifesting my wolf form is not news. I turned 20 this year, I thought I would never get a mate, that I was bound and fated to suffer in my father's house. Until the Alpha prince returned from abroad for his impending coronation as the next king of the Blood Moon pack. It turned out I was his fated mate. The mate bond was too strong for either of us to resist each other and we made the most of it that night. But just a few days later, he made me stand before the whole pack and rejected me. That was it: that was the last straw. I couldn't stay in the Pack any longer, so I left. But why did the goddess decide to toy with me further by making me pregnant for that undeserving scum?! And then, there's him— the devilishly sexy Alpha Kieran of the rival Pack.

James got to his feet and slowly advanced towards Lucien. His eyes suddenly predatory. “How much did my parents offer you to spy on me?” He repeated. Lucien froze in utter shock and fear, his soul instantly abandoning his body. How… the fuck did James know? He wondered in absolute horror. Did he slip up somewhere? It can't be! He's always careful! James placed his hand on Lucien's neck and leaned forward. “Cat got your tongue?” James inquired, his mint breath fanning Lucien's face. “Why don't you answer me, Lucien? How much did my parents offer you to risk your life like this?” Lucien couldn't speak. He was too scared to. At this moment, his body, mind and soul instantly froze. He could literally see his life flashing before his eyes. Was he going to die? He had seen how James countlessly murdered people in cold blood… would he do the same to him? “I'm willing to forgive for your betrayal, Lucien, because…” James leaned in and pressed his lips on Lucien's neck. Lucien flinched. “... I have a thing for you. Well, that's if and only if… you're willing to become my… perfect toy.” James leaned backward and glared into Lucien's eyes, his thumb slowly grazing his trembling lips. James smirked, “So cute. Make a choice now, Lucien! Die right here in the middle of this room… or be my toy!” *** Money was the only reason Lucien agreed to spy on his billionaire boss, who was secretly an underground Mafia leader. But sadly, money couldn't save him when he discovered that his boss had always known he was hired to spy on him from the get-go He had two choices, die brutally for his sick betrayal… or become a perfect toy for the most ruthless and dangerous man in existence!