UWINGABIYE Rezeda

He hates her so much but she feels so safe with him... Orla Sullivan is the seventh and last daughter of Arnold Sullivan. She is a young girl who is loathed and rejected by every member of her family. Though a Sullivan, Orla lived a solitary life until she met Callan Barlowe at an uninvited dinner in her home. Callan Barlowe is a ruthless billionaire, a man whose aura exudes dominance and agitation. He believes in working hard to make money and when he needs to relax; sleeping with high-class hoes is not an option, but a must-do for him. Marriage is not included in the list of things he has to do in life, but his mother wants him to get married at all costs. Callan's and Orla's worlds collided and now, Orla's life is about to completely veer around from worse to something more inimical because she's about to get married to Callan Barlowe; the ruthless billionaire boss who doesn't give a sh*t about anyone.

"I was just Jade Knight, the daughter of a man branded a traitor, an omega, a girl nobody wanted. Until the Ashridge triplets, heirs to the Shadow Moon Pack, decided I belonged to them... Ryder, Ronan, and Renzo. Three names that once meant friendship, now whispered fear, danger, desire, and lust in every heartbeat. They dominate, they torment, and they watch me with eyes that make my blood run hot and my pulse betray me. I hate them. I want them. I should run…. but every instinct in me knows I can't."

Known for her boldness and quick comebacks, Amelia Harper has never been one to back down from a challenge. Amelia doesn’t do arrogant CEOs, and she definitely doesn’t fake relationships. She clashes with the cold and apparently arrogant CEO, Adrian Langford. But when a high-stakes deal forces them into a fake relationship, the rules are clear: It’s strictly business. Strictly temporary and controlled. But eventually, the chemistry between them stops following the rules. And suddenly, their perfectly planned arrangement… isn’t so perfect anymore.

All Beau Anderson wants is one night of passion. One night to forget what she had become. Dominic Vasiliy, King of the Underworld. Ruthless, fearless, dominating, and arrogant. He never expected that one night of passion will change him forever. He fell and he fell hard. *** Beau Anderson was a ghost. Only be seen if she wants to. In her opinion, she had everything she had ever wanted in her life. Except one. A child of her own, her own little family; but without all the hullabaloo of getting it. No dating. No romance. Determined to get what she wants, she sets out one night to get it. And bit off more than she could chew. At the newest nightclub in San Francisco, she met Dominic Vasiliy, a man of dangerous mystery and s*x appeal she would do anything to get him. Just for one night. A night of passion and possession, rocking her world and tilting it off its axis. The next day, accomplishing her goal, silent as a mouse, she left him with a sweet kiss on his lips, knowing she would not be meeting him ever again. Little did she know what fate had in store for both of them, complicating her plans for her future. Beau was good with numbers. Not just good. She was the keeper of the secrets of hell. Or the underground. Wanting to go legit, she took a chance and accepted a new client. She would take this job one time then she would disappear. However, trouble came in the name of Dominic, her one-night-stand lover. Her temporary boss. A pure temptation, Dominic also had one goal. To possess the only woman who had captured his heart. No matter her resistance. He also had perils and problems of his own but that won't hinder his plans. He would have her in his life, come hell or high water, Beau Anderson was his. Forever. Delighted he was getting through her wall of defenses despite her no-nonsense air, he decided to make it official. There was one thing he didn't count on though, his enemies. The traitors in an organization he was a leader of targeted the love of his life. Nearly losing her, venting for revenge, he search the underground, doing whatever was necessary to find the men responsible. She resisted his allure. She really did but her heart won over her genius mind. She was his. His equal in all aspects. Caution thrown in the wind, she set out to help Dominic despite his protest. Together, they succeeded. The dangers of their world outshined their destiny. Mature Content 18+ Romance/Action

Not so fast blue eyes,what did I say about disobeying my orders? he asked with an angry face as he move closer to her his voice dangerous and possessive I try to defend myself but the look he gave me made me zip whatever that want to come out off my mouth up. I'm going to punish you blue eye,you are mine and you belong to me alone,why will you wear something Skippy for other male to stare at? Strip!! ...... His name is Lorenzo, a devil incarnate that kill without mercy,he owns the mafia world,his name scream fear . Just one encounter with selena and he became obsessed calling her his but what happen when she is too pure for the kind of world he owns...can a Catholic sister blend into the mafia world? Selena who has worship God all her life and raised in a righteous way. What happen when she gets entangled with the most deadliest mafia lord? Will she be able to change this sinner?

"An...thony... Please save me... I'm dying..." While my fiancé was walking down the aisle with my sister, I was here, soaked in blood, gasping for breath, and fighting for not only my life, but that of our unborn baby. "Don't be petty, Sophie. Are you doing this to make me stop the wedding?" "Let's talk when I get back." Then the line went dead... My heart stopped with it. When I opened my eyes, I was back to four years ago when everything started. The day I got engaged to Anthony. Then I saw him... His uncle. The man who held my cold body and cried desperately after my death. Why was my death so personal to him? The question rang in my head. There was only one way to find out and also get my revenge on everyone... Marry him...

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he s*ck*d the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. “Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. ——— Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her *ss and his c*m dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.

When spoiled influencer Riley Hart gets cut off by her billionaire father after one scandal too many, she’s forced to take the last job she ever expected: nannying her Formula One stepbrother’s three children. Luca Rossi wants a responsible nanny. Instead, he gets Riley. She knows nothing about children. The children adore her. And somehow, the woman who drives him crazy begins to feel like the missing piece of his family. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to remember they’re supposed to be step-siblings.

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who’s lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. “Bride for bride,” he growls. “You owe me a wedding… and a womb.” The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something’s wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything.

Elena knew Nolan Carter ever since she was a 10 years old kid. Not personally, but still closely – because he was her dad’s best friend, and she’d meet him over at their house practically every night after her dad would come from work. Back then, Elena admired him, but he always seemed like something impossible to reach. When she was 16, she finally confessed her feelings to him – only to get harshly rejected. So for the next few years, Elena just tried her best to forget him and move on. She got in a toxic relationship with her boss, gave her boyfriend a child, got fired and cheated on by him, and was never happy. Until at 22 years old, Elena applied for a job opening at a company-rival to her ex’s, only to find out her new boss is Nolan Carter, her first love, the perfect man. Now, as an adult and a single mother, she tries to keep it strictly professional, not wanting to repeat past painful experiences. But Nolan realized his own mistake of rejecting her years ago, because Elena now is a beautiful and strong woman, who he admires and wants now. So he makes her a wild offer – marry me so that I can take care of your son and get you revenge on your cheating ex.

I just crashed my car in the middle of nowhere. Luckily for me, someone showed up to save me. Unluckily for me, that person is a runaway criminal. Daniil Vlasov. He’s six and a half feet of blue-eyed broodiness. He won’t tell me a single thing about who he is or what he’s doing out here. But it doesn’t take a genius to realize this man screams danger. I do the only thing I can do: play along. That’s how I end up as his fake fiancé. That’s how I end up camping in the woods on a fake honeymoon. That’s how I end up in his arms—experiencing something that is extremely NOT fake, if you know what I mean. And then, in the morning… He’s gone. Or so I thought. But ten years later, there he is again: my husband for a night. And—although he doesn’t know it yet… The father of our baby.

“It’s still her.” Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn’t even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne’s brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. “What,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, “did you have in mind?”

On the day she was meant to marry her fated mate, Raine received a desperate call from her twin sister's deathbed. One wish. One plea. "Please don't let him be alone when I'm gone." So Raine did what she has always done: she became the sacrifice. She walked away from the Moon Goddess's chosen bond at the altar and married a stranger to honor a dying girl's final wish. But her sister didn't die. For three years, Raine has shared a bed with a man who never looks at her. A man who whispers her sister's name in the dark while waiting for a comatose woman to wake. When the miracle finally happens and he demands a divorce, Raine doesn't beg. She just leaves—carrying the secrets he was never man enough to deserve. Now, he's back. The cold Alpha is on his knees, haunted by the ghost of the woman he threw away. Begging for a second chance, pleading for his Luna to return to his side. But the woman he broke is gone, and a Queen has taken her place. Raine has spent her whole life being the sister who sacrifices. The woman nobody fights for. But she isn't alone anymore, and she isn't looking back. As he stands at her door, desperate for a family he discarded, she has only one answer for him: "It's too late, Alpha. My sons and I don't need you."

As the CEO of Sebastian Pictures, I held all the authority. I was the one who called the shots, constantly in the spotlight. I was meant to be the man in charge. Until I met Eloise, she was a junior art director at my subsidiary company. She also happened to be my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. To her, I was Mr. Dangerous in a suit—her new boss. For me, she was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I was used to getting what I wanted. I craved to own her, possess her. Now, we’d gotten ourselves tangled in a game where neither of us could win. But here’s the thing: the more we played, the more she turned the tables. She had me breaking my own rules.

Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he had saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in the deepest corner of her memories. Until seven years later, she has to come back to her hometown after finishing her college. The place where now the cold-hearted stone of a billionaire resides, whom her dead heart once used to beat for. Scarred by his past, Achilles Valencian had turned into the man everyone feared. The scorch of his life had filled his heart with bottomless darkness. And the only light that had kept him sane, was his Rosebud. A girl with freckles and turquoise eyes he'd adored all his life. His best friend's little sister. After years of distance, when the time has finally come to capture his light into his territory, Achilles Valencian will play his game. A game to claim what's his. Will Emerald be able to distinguish the flames of love and desire to keep her heart safe? Or she will let the devil lure her into his trap? Because no one ever could escape his games. He gets what he wants. And this game is called... The trap of Ace.

WARNING! SMUT! SMUT!! SMUT!!🔞 “Open your f*ck*ng legs wider, b*tch, and stop pretending this isn't what you have always wanted.” I flinch at the boom of his voice and do as he says. He drives in three fingers into my p*ssy as he pounds my *ss and all I can do is moan and take it. “Take it, you filthy f*ck*ng sl*t,” he says, pounding harder into me. “This is what you want right? To be a filthy f*ck*ng sl*t. If this is what you want, you can f*ck*ng take it.” And I can feel his c*ck hitting my guts. ***** I am Holly Winterbourne. I am a young girl with a secret forbidden crush on her best friend's father. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't even think of his touch on my body and most importantly, I shouldn't be F*CK*NG him. But fate brings us together during the holidays and I realize I can't resist my best friend's father, no matter how hard I try.

Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way. When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees. But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else? Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her? And if so... what does she do about her husband? One Weekend with the Billionaire is a s*xy story for mature readers.

“What if I don’t want to go home?” “Then come with me.” That single decision changed my life forever. Never in my life have I ever experienced what it means to be loved, not even when my father was still around. But it all became worse after he abandoned us. Morgana, my mom had never treated me like her own and as a result we always had heated arguments. After being saved from street hoodlums by the feared mafia leader, Sylvester Muskegon, i find myself living inside the mansion of the most dangerous mafia family in the city. Cold-hearted killers. Powerful brothers. Deadly secrets. Yet behind their terrifying reputations, they treat me like some little precious princess, especially Sylvester, the ruthless mafia king whose touch feels safer than home ever did. But becoming the Mafia’s Princess comes with a deadly price. Because once the enemies of the Muskegons discover my existence, I'm no longer just an innocent girl caught in their world…i became their greatest weakness.

I loved him for years. Alpha Xavier. But we weren't fated mates. So I did what any woman in love would do: after one night together, I convinced him to marry me, hoping to win his heart like my parents did. And it worked... until his fated mate showed up. Suddenly, I was the villain.I was framed for attacking his mate, rejected, and despised. The divorce papers were already on the table when I discovered I was pregnant. Pregnant with his children—a secret I knew I had to keep, because a man who hates you would never want your babies. So I lied, I ran, and I vanished into the world. Three years later, at an airport with my twins when I run into the last person I ever wanted to see again. Xavier He looks at my kids, his eyes filled with a warmth that I know is a lie. "How old are they?" he asks. My lie ready on my tongue. "They're not yours. I had a test before our divorce, remember?" And he believed me. Because the dates don't add up, and he can't possibly know the truth. But as he stands there, unable to shake the connection he feels to the kids and me, all our secrets and past wounds resurface. The man who cast me aside now looks at me with an agonizing mix of longing and confusion, and I have to wonder: is fate really done with us?

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.