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Synopsis:- Handsome Huit. Blossom Chuks was an introverted teenager who became neighbors with eight popular boys from her school, popularly known as ‘The Handsome Huit'. Handsome, Rich, Smart and having daring personalities, the boys easily got girls falling at their feet but where surprised when Blossom didn’t seem to care about their popularity and deemed them picky. Unlike her sister, Dana, that was ready to throw herself at their feet, Blossom was honestly excited of the chance but knew bad rich boys didn’t bother with nerdy calm girls like her. But she was wrong! The boys had different persona out of school and within the neighborhood and easily won Blossom’s likeness for them. Soon she found herself being friends and maybe too close with them. But being friends with the popular boys had lots of disadvantages. The divas that wanted them, the boys who hated them and she trying to share her attention amongst all of them. Could she keep her friendship with all of them without making any feel left out? Could they all remain friends without love squabbles coming in? Could they really be genuinely friends with her? Or are they really bad boys that were dared to make her like them? Oh and what if she and her sister gets entangled in an awkward love-decagon! Let the reading begin!

I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed milk skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life.

After the death of her parents, Harlow, and her twin sister, Zara are placed in an omega sanctuary. There is something special about Harlow and she finds herself up for auction, no longer safe in the place that was supposed to protect them. Her sister steps in, taking her place only to end up killed by the pack that she was destined for. When they find out that Harlow wasn’t the one they received, she has to go on the run, posing as her twin assuming no one will look for a dead girl. Harlow finds out just how wrong she was when two alpha packs join the hunt for her. Now she has to escape her bidders and the authorities in a world full of alphas. Where being an omega is not only a blessing but a curse. There is just one issue, Harlow bends for no man, especially an alpha.When she lands a job with the alpha pack that has been hunting her, she puts herself in a dangerous position. Can Harlow keep her true identity a secret or will she be found out and punished for running from her alpha?

“Dance!” She seductively swayed her body and bit her lips before closing her eyes to feel the s*xy rhythm of the music from her earphones. Her body moved on its own like it was accompanying the s*xy song. She’s in the kitchen, drinking some milk when she suddenly felt like dancing. She’s sure that nobody would see her since she was the only person who was left in the house. “Ooh baby…” She mumbled, harmonizing the song desirably. She was only wearing her black short shorts and a lose white shirt paired with a fluffy slippers. She didn’t care if her long black hair was messy, after all, she was alone at the moment. She continued dancing sexily as the music climbed up to its climax. Her fingers traced her curves as her butt swayed alluringly. It crawled up to her nape and slowly untie her hair clip which made her hair fell and scatter. As she slowly opened her eyes after turning around, her body froze. Her hands that were busy touching her messy hair stopped midway. Shock was written on her face. She straightened her back and stood normally when she saw her dad with his dumbfounded expression. But it didn’t stop there, he’s with his business partners. Sh*t! “L-lets go to the g-garden.” Her dad utterly said and awkwardly walked away. She looked down when she felt embarrassed. D*mn! She was sure that all of them saw her, dancing like an idiot with her eyes closed. After nearly a minute, she lifted her head and was about to go upstairs when her eyes landed to someone that she wanted to forget. Someone whom she wanted to burry for the past three years. Him, staring at her intently from the kitchen door. His fascinating grey eyes scanned her yet the rapid movements of his Adams apple bothered her more. She watched how his slender fingers adjusted his tie before he walked away. He was not so close earlier but she could still smell his addictive manly scent. It was him! One of the most handsome and powerful Ceo in the world. A hot yet cold man that both men and women aim to have. Black De Villa, ------- her ruthless ex-husband.

Winter Stevens is a college student visiting her mom for the holidays and for her mom's wedding. She plans to move home from Georgia back to West Virginia after her break-up. Winter is witty and not afraid to speak her mind, especially when it comes to a certain she-wolf. Blake Conners is the future Alpha of the Snowstorm Pack who hasn't found his mate yet. Until he meets Winter. Blake's wolf, Shadow, is already in love with Winter the moment they meet and Blake matches Shadow's love. Blake learns of Winter's family history after following her one day where he will learn of the auburn hair girl who captured his heart as a pup. Secrets will unravel and truths will be told as Winter is confronted by a jealous she-wolf. Will Winter accept Blake once she learns the truth about herself? Dear Readers, I love reading stories of werewolves so I wanted to try my hand at writing a novel. This is not your typical “abused omega” wolf story. I hope you fall in love with the characters as much as I have. I am still currently in the process of writing so please bear with me. My goal is to upload a chapter or two everyday. Please show your support by commenting and sending gifts. Thank you for giving my story a chance <3

⚠️WARNING🔞 THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENTS. I never meant to betray my sister. But from the moment Adrian's dark, smoldering gaze met mine, he became my secret addiction. His touch sets me on fire, his possessiveness borders on obsession. And despite him being my sister's boyfriend, I'm powerless to stop. Then there's Alexander. The charming guy I met on campus. He's everything Adrian isn't. He's sweet, kind, safe, and he makes no secret of how much he wants me. With one boy, I'm breaking all the rules. With the other, I'm denying all my desires. But now I'm trapped between one love I can't have, and another I can't resist.

BLACK INDUSTRIES BOOK 1 Damian Black has always had everything—wealth, power, and the world at his feet. But when his father’s will drops a bombshell, the stakes skyrocket. To secure his inheritance, Damian must do the unthinkable: get married. As the eldest of the Black brothers, Damian’s playboy lifestyle is suddenly on the line. He’s determined to find the perfect woman, but none of them have measured up. Enter Adalyn West, Damian’s long-time personal assistant. Efficient, unflappable, and with a sharp wit that has kept Damian in line for years, Adalyn is the last woman he ever expected to consider as a bride. Adalyn’s been by his side for years, handling every detail of his life with quiet efficiency. She’s smart, loyal, and definitely not the type to cause him any trouble. Plus, she knows him better than anyone else. But there’s one problem— Damian has never seen Adalyn as more than just his PA, and the thought of marrying her feels too close for comfort. As Adalyn steps into the role of Damian’s wife, sparks fly in ways neither of them expected. What starts as a convenient arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Damian’s heart, once locked away, begins to thaw as his new wife shows him a side of herself he never knew existed. But with old flames, business rivals, and the weight of the Black legacy bearing down, Damian must decide if he’s willing to risk everything—including his heart—for the one woman who might just be perfect for him.

5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you my friend. At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on. At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world. At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born. I waited but you hardly called. At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched him grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man to who I was betrothed to.

He accused her of seduction and was mean towards her after a one night stand. In retaliation, Mercedes threw a $1 note at him as payment for his service and a measure of his performance, which she graded to be below average. Meanwhile, her body ached terribly and her walls felt sore. Two days later, she walked to her new office and was sent to the board room to begin her job as a personal assistant to the President. Her heart stopped when she realized that the man she ridiculed was Nathan Legend. The multi-billionaire devil everyone whispered about. Graciously, he pretended to not know her to her great relief. Yet, when she entered his office, he locked the door. His face carried no emotions, his eyes piercing, his voice chilled like ice. "You shall spend the rest of your life, paying for the insult you threw in my face, till I tear that $1 note off the wall." She shivered to his word and as if to read her mind, he seethed, "don't even think about resigning because, I would make sure, that no company employs you and if you run, I will find you."

Wayne Anderson is a highly successful man. A billionaire. A business tycoon. But there was one stain in his story—he was once married, and his wife cheated on him. They divorced, and it was a messy affair. It has been a few years since that happened, and Wayne has been putting all his focus on his empire. That is until he meets Andrea Payne. She was someone he knew as a child, his younger sister's best friend. He wasn't expecting to see her grown up as a beautiful woman. She seemed clumsy, but she has this air of confidence about her as she kept proposing business ventures to him. Andrea needed his help as her father was once again scammed out of his business.

She had always wished to be a successful person with a good heart, but that never happened. After living a life as a maid after her father died, her step mom decided to sell her off into a brothel were she was bought by a ruthless Mafia who loves to inflict pain. I was sleeping in my doll-size room when someone suddenly barged in, without looking I know who it was "you daughter of the devil, what are you still doing in that bed? Oh, you think this is your mother's house where there were no rules? Huh?" Before I could form a reply in my brain, my mom's stepmother gave me a tight slap on my cheek. "Mom is sorry, I didn't mean to wake up late, I just slept late because I was waiting on Sandra." Sandra is my sister, she is just like her mother. "Oh, so you are complaining? Useless fool" she held my left leg and pull me out of the bed, I fell kissing the cold floor. As if that wasn't enough, she took out her slippers hitting me with them, the pain sips into my spine. "Mom please stop, that's enough," I thought by now I'll be familiar with the pain but am not, I can still feel it. "How many times do I have to tell you never to call me mother huh? You cursed child, bringer of bad luck." Welcome to my world, my world of pain. Done with her piece of art on my body, she left me weeping on the floor "I give you five minutes, come downstairs, the house won't clean itself." She left. I carry myself up from the floor and went to the bathroom, I clean myself up but didn't take a bath, five minutes is too small. On my way downstairs I peeped into my sister's room and there she was sleeping on her bed looking like a princess, tears sting my eyes but I blink them away. I carry myself to the kitchen, clean the dirty dishes and pots, made breakfast, and set the table for her royal majestic and her princess. Carrying on to clean the house, dusting, sweeping, and mopping the floor. Time to call the owners of the house, I went to mom's room first, I tap on her shoulder lightly. Though she was the one who woke me up from sleep, she still didn't budge "mom breakfast is ready." She finally woke up, I went to the bathroom and run the bath for her. Done with her, I went to Sandra's room, "Sandra" I called lightly, she stretched her arms and yawn "hmm what a beautiful and peaceful night it was." She said "now go run the bath for me, I need to take a bath oh and make it extra foamy. Go on" she wave her hand at me like I was a maid but I don't blame her. Standing at a corner, I watch them eat their breakfast. This is how it is, I cook, they eat and I have what is left that is if anything remains. My life was not always like this, I use to be a princess, the apple of my parent's eyes but when mom died, everything changed. Dad got married again, and the first few years were good but when dad died, I was immediately transformed into a maid and punching back, the receiver of all the insults. I pray my life gets better one day, I know there is still hope, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel and I will reach the end very soon, and that will be after I run away from this hell hole. My mouth watered at the sight of the food, I didn't even save myself a bite because I had work to do and I know if I do and I get caught, mom's slipper won't be the only thing that will touch my body this morning. Like most of the time, I didn't get anything, they ate everything on the plate. "Hey you, clean this place up, we are done," Sandra said pointing at me with her index finger. I did it, I clean the table, taking the dirty dishes and bowls to the kitchen to wash them. "When you are done with the dishes, I have some dirty clothes which need to wash, hand washed." I heard Sandra say in the dining room "sure I'll do that." I replied. Done with the dishes, I went to her room with a basket on my waist full of dirty clothes, I went to the back. "Where is that bucket?" I ask myself, I went to the general bathroom, took three buckets, fill them with water. I wash the dresses, I wonder if the heavens have a problem with me or something, the sun is scorching hot, and I could feel the sweat on my back, chest, forehead, my leg, and armpits. Gosh I stink, I'll need to take a cold bathe after this if and only if my mom doesn't have any more errands for me. I place the washed clothes on the line under the sun. Thank God am done, I went to my room, and since mom didn't call or ask for anything, I decided to take a bath. I enter my mini bathroom, strip myself naked, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I look at myself, the scars which I thought will disappear didn't, a long slash line ran from my back to my waist, I trace the line feeling the roughness "I miss you mom, I wish you were here, life would be better." I muttered, blinking back the tears that clouded my eyes, I went to the shower. The cold water cascade down my body, I close my eyes loving the way the water feels on my body, the coldness was great. Applying soap on the sponge, I scrub my body, not being gentle at all, scrubbing my breast making sure there is no trace of sweat. Done with bathing, I rap myself with the towel, and I feel refreshed. "Where were you?" Mom asks the moment I set my feet in the living room "mom I went upstairs to take a bath, do you need anything?" She glared at me "who told you to go take a bath? Your lucky am in a good mood. Now take this morning, buy everything that is on that list, and make sure you get everything right." I nod, took the money and the list, and went out to buy the things mom asked for.

Love, duty, and honor. Alpha Atticus is torn between his fated mate or honoring a vow to his friend. "I want to think if the tables were turned, my friend would not hesitate to honor his promise." Alpha Atticus and Duke Paul Alexander, two look-alike best friends. When Paul decides to go on a journey, Atticus steps in to impersonate the duke. But tragedy strikes, and the Alpha is forced to maintain the façade longer than planned. Trouble brews when Atticus unexpectedly meets his fated mate, Lady Vivianne Sinclair, but she is already engaged to Prince Philip, the real duke’s nephew. “The Mood Goddess is playing tricks on me. Of all the women in the kingdom, my fated mate had to be the prince's betrothed. But I won't let another man take what it's rightfully mine." The undeniable pull between Vivianne and Atticus will force them to risk everything for the sake of the fated bond. Alpha’s Unexpected Bride is Book 1 in the paranormal romance universe of The Wolves of Greenway Pack series, a collection of interconnected shifter's novels filled with spice, drama, plot twists and HEA!

"A never-ending lie starts with a desire for something. How far can you go for the person you treasure the most? How deep can you dig to make everything go according to your plan? Solana Stone was deprived of love and yet her heart never seeks for revenge. She was forced to marry the illegitimate son of the Evans family, replacing her adoptive sister who stole her boyfriend. Her life with her husband was simple. She learned to live a comfortable life in a small house with him and later found herself falling in love with her husband. It was like magic, she was enchanted. But how can she be happy with the life she has when she’s been living in a lie?"

“I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.” One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I’m still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait… If I am mated to triplets, how come I’m about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men?

Imagine you planned to have your boyfriend kidnapped, delivered to your blindfolded and gagged. You f*ck him, and pull the hood off after, only to be face to face with a stranger. That stranger, you quickly lean, is the Don of the Cosa Nostra. He's all too pleased to have taken part in your kidnap fantasy. Please note: This is a short, lighthearted, funny erotic story.

Lydia McKenzie used to be just like any other normal, seventeen year old high school girl, fretting over what to wear for school, struggling to get good grades and dealing with boy trouble, until one day, a dangerous incident at school and a severe brain injury, made her turn off her emotions completely. Three years later, she’s a complete robot who works with utmost efficiency without showing any emotions. But things start to change when she arrives at Rosewater University for higher studies. David Lyric Donovan is the quintessential bad boy of Rosewater. Be it getting into useless fights, getting arrested for beating someone to an inch of their life or any other crimes around campus, and not to mention going through girls like a person goes through their clothes, he’s done it all. He’s also a professional street fighter. Girls want to ‘fix’ him and guys want to be him. But nothing bothers him as much as the presence of the new girl, Lydia. She’s upfront and outspoken and she does not have the patience to deal with his sh*t, and moreover, she gets under his skin without even a slight change in her expression. Who is she and what’s in her past? He’s just as fascinated with her as he is annoyed. Can romance bloom between such a mismatched pair? And will Lydia ever let herself feel again, after what she’d endured?

WARNING: R-18| MATURE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Milan learned that her husband, Enver, cheated on her so she decided to leave their house without even saying goodbye. After five years, they met each other again and she became the secretary of her ex-husband whom she misses so much but she had to act as if she was already moving on and keep everything between them professionally because she already learned her lesson. But will she be able to avoid him now that Enver is willing to do everything to claim her back? Will their love be sweeter the second time around?

Mia thought the best way to get revenge against her terrible ex was to get sexual pleasure from someone else. Preferably, a stranger! So she stalked the sexiest man she could find at the party. Once he cornered her, She made him a deal. Mia had no idea that the man she made a deal with was a possessive Billionaire who could make or break her. He wanted more after their passionate night together and decided she was going to be Entangled with him for life.

"You're one interesting girl my princess," he said. At the same time, his eyes peered into mine as his hands slipped into my dress tracing my legs up to my upper thigh. My bare back pressed against the wall feeling the touch of his palm on my skin which sent tingling shivers down my spine and for some reason, I felt a smile creep up on my lips. "And you aren't a Saint either". __ Jade Flores, a student who works part-time at the infamous Red bar. She appears and pretends to be tough meanwhile she's the most softest and innocent girl one would ever meet. Saint Gennaro Guerra, the city's infamous Mafia lord. He's Stoic, stern, dominant and of course, handsome. No one who has ever crossed him made it out of the 'dead hole'. The two cross paths when one of Saint's men who betrayed him happens to be Jade's cousin, Marcel popularly known as 'Tequila'. Saint rescues her from his archenemy, Matrix who is also in search of Tequila. Saint then holds Jade as his property when he cannot find Tequila. Jade starts to fall hard for him and in as much as he pushes her away each time and keeps his walls high, she doesn't stop trying to break his walls. What happens when the city's infamous man keeps facing different situations with the girl who works at the infamous bar? Will they have themselves to fall back to? Will Saint reciprocate her feelings?

Every single girl, no matter what, wants the perfect man as her husband or boyfriend. No matter how feisty, rude, callous that woman is, she would never want a bad and uncaring man. And that was exactly what Amelia Pritchett got. A rich, handsome, s*xy and caring man; William Gold. She was feisty with him at first; "You *ss***e! How dare you kidnap me?!" And then she bore only hatred for him, right after she had started loving him; "You lied to me! After all these months? How could you?", her voice breaking, her eyes misty as she stared intently at him. He was dumbfounded... Well, it turned out she had not fallen in love with the perfect man after all but is there really a perfect man?...