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"You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" His eyes darkened as they narrowed on me while I swallowed hard, realizing I had been backed up against the edge of the desk as desire zinged through me. "Yes," I answered, breathlessly. He leaned forward slightly and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I tried not to shiver at the sudden chill that ran through me. My eyes flitted up to meet his hazel orbs, they were burning with hunger and a dark fire. “My kitten…” He purred, tracing his hand over my boobs. The rattling sound of his belt was what I heard next. Bunching up my dress to my waist, the first slap landed on my ass cheeks eliciting a moan from me. Grabbing my waist, he plunged his cock into me in one harsh thrust. A soft whimper escaped my lips as he slammed into me again. ** ** ** When Angelina Bryant finds out her boyfriend who uses insensitive words on her was actually a cheat, and her best friend was a backstabber, it coincides with the period a new neighbor, Kade Ashton moves into the mansion opposite their house. They're unable to deny their chemistry and so they give in to the fire raging between them. When Elva Ashton who is Angelina's new bestie finds out she is f*cking her father, hell is let loose. What happens when everyone they hold dear is against their forbidden relationship? Will their love die out or make a strong comeback? Warning : This book is an age gap romance filled with explicit erotic content. If you aren't comfortable with rated scenes, kindly drop it, it's not too late. However if you choose to read this, prepare to be blown away by Angela and Kade's story.

Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy.

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.

Les larmes ne parviennent pas toujours à évacuer notre douleur, et Hélène l'apprend à ses dépens. À la suite de la disparition mystérieuse de son fiancé à quelques jours de leur mariage, la perte brutale de son bébé et sa rééducation après avoir reçu trois balles à l'abdomen, Hélène, ancienne avocate se donne pour objectifs d'oublier son passé et de se reconstruire dans les bras du beau et sulfureux Boris, jeune chirurgien chevronné d'Accra. Toutefois, elle se rendra très vite compte qu'il est difficile d'aimer quand on est sans cesse tiraillé par le poids de ses regrets, de ses hantises, de ses incertitudes mais surtout, de son passé.

Protect. Serve. Love.The Aegis Group’s exclusive, all-woman bodyguard team takes pride in doing their job with excellence. But what happens when the lines between work and pleasure are blurred? Or when co-workers become more like sisters? Haley is hiding secrets from her sinfully sexy client she can only tell the other girls. Jennifer the Miracle Girl is determined to not be seduced by the Greek god while untangling her client’s latest mess. Lumen is hiding scars from everyone while carrying a torch for her ex-husband. Prudence jumps out of the fire and into the frying pan with her new client, who just wants to burn up the sheets. And Sage? No one really knows what Sage is doing, and they’re all afraid to ask. Come along with these Dangerous Ladies who love big, fight hard, and get the guy.Aegis Group Dangerous Ladies is created by Sidney Bristol, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

"Please, don’t do this here” Donald cried, his white shorts were soiled. He trembled greatly and his breathing was ragged. “Donald, you stepped on toes. Toes which you couldn’t even bend over to buckle a shoe on it. The powers that be want to take a pound of their flesh” The man grabbed the blade and knelt on one knee. He caressed Donald's neck with his finger. “Don’t do this in front of my wife and kids. Let’s go elsewhere and talk” Donald sounded like he had resigned to his fate. “Any last word” The man ordered his men to lift Donald. “I don’t want to die like this, in front of my daughter” He whimpered. “If we wanted to kill you outside, it would have been easy. But we maneuvered our way through for a reason” the Man said, as he got up, and beckoned for a blade. ***************************************** In a world where crime rules, a world compromised by powers that be. A weak Alicia finds herself in such realms. The night her Dad is murdered is the beginning of her destiny. She is torn between two worlds; two twin brothers who are crime lords. Making a decision is difficult as she is only in the lowest chain of power. Weak, confused, and dejected, she must rise to the occasion. Vengeance, Sex, betrayal, and death are the order of the day. Alicia is faced with two twins who seek to kill each other. Will she ignite emotions in the very one who denied the existence of love? Watch out for "Taming His Big Monster"

Best of friends dying one by one...maybe one of them is the culprit? Changing bodies, surviving high school, and brewing drama—staples in the lives of six friends in just another, normal, adolescent-fuming high school in the countryside, but all is shattered when they start dying one by one. A campy rendition of a classic whodunnit, The Midnight Club Murders offers fast-paced storytelling with plot acrobatics, melodramatic conversations, and suspenseful hills to absolutely DIE on, just waiting for you.

Vampires, I have never seen one up close before. That is, until one tried to kill me in the park on my way to school. But he saved me… Raphael. I know he's a Supernatural creature, and I'm only Human, but the more I learn about him, the more intrigued I become. He scares the ever living hell out of me, but I pretend he doesn’t. I've done my research, I know he's one of the 4 brothers who run the Underworld. I know he kills people. I know the other Supernatural creatures fear him, and I know what he says goes… Period. Being around someone with that high of stature is intimidating… From my studies, a Reavers charm is programmed to entice you… He pulls me in without even trying, and I know I should run. I want to run, but I can never bring myself to lift a single foot in the opposite direction. Call me a thrill seeker, but the sheer intensity of the warning signs only make me want him more… I've pushed my luck, but playing with fire has never felt so satisfying. It's not until I wake up in a strange place, that reality kicks me straight in the face. I have now become the woman in all of the love stories that is used as collateral in order to hurt the protagonist… And it's in this moment that I regret ever pursuing the man in the silver suit... I know that merely being acquainted with Raphael, puts my life in terrible danger… But now I'm living it… I've read enough love stories to know that love is a man's greatest weakness…. Could I be his? Or will we both die trying? (This is book 2 in The Reaver Chronicles Series)

"I'm in love with your body Soph, not you. . ." He doesn't do Love, He only does Fuck. He is a Son of the Devil, preferably, the first son.

Have you seen anyone die in front of you? No? Well, I have, more times than I can count. I seem to have a morbid attraction to . Maybe it's like a superpower or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly the Crimson curse, as I like to call it. You would think that doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until a week ago. I guess seeing your parents get murdered in front of your eyes and seeing their blood and life slowly drain out of their body isn't the same as seeing your neighbour die from a heart attack when you were 9.One more thing you should know about me is that I can make you sleep with one touch. My parents both were doctors and put their abilities to best use. My father could heal everyone other than himself and my mother like myself could drop a person to sleep with just one stroke of the hand.Now I am off to Aliam academy for mastering my supernatural ability, apparently for which my mother enrolled me before dyeing. Well, looking at the bright side, there is one boy with violet-blue eyes and curly black hair and I am falling head over heels for him.