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Desperation is one of the world's worst vices. It can control the lives of people, including the poor, the middle class, and surprisingly, the wealthy. Elena Parker is the only child of Mr and Mrs Desmond Parker,the well known billionaires in the city ranked among the top three richest men in the world. Her relentless search for a partner to produce an heir to the riches seemed to no avail until one faithful day which forever changed her life.

It's the holiday season, and single mom Jade urgently needs a roommate.... She posts an ad and thinks she's found the perfect match... until J. Morrison shows up.... Jace Morrison, her best friend's older brother, her one-night-stand from last Year's January... and the father of her 10-month-old daughter. As Jace settles in, blissfully unaware that the child was his, strict rules collide with Jade's determination to keep Harper a secret, But, truth always has a way of slipping out as what was supposed to be a temporary holiday arrangement, now quickly turns into a tangled web of sparks, Secrets, Jealousy, and heartache that neither of them can ignore.

Isabella Romano is the neglected princess of her family, casted away unknowingly by her father, she has lived with her mother all her life, seeking some fatherly love but she learnt to stop caring. Now after a reckless night she finds herself tangled in the sheets of a man she was told to always hate. Vladimir Volkov. A man far more scary that what she has been told, he is not just the boogeyman he is the one you send to kill the boogeyman. Imagine her shock when she finds out she hasn’t just gotten the attention of The Russian Don but is also carrying his child Follow the hate to love relationship of isabella and Vladimir and watch how they navigate their life in his dark world that he dragged her to, making her and his unborn child a target to the new arising enemy that aims to destroy both the Italians and the Russians.

GAMMAS OF LUST SERIES 2💫 Magdalene had thesame dream and thesame nightmare —Her stepbrothers. July, April, June and August are the karmas she lived with. They're all sexy as hell, and she feared them to core. But behind the mask of fear, was the girl who always had wet dreams of getting pucked by her karmas. Her nightmare disappeared and her dream finally came true when her mother and their father traveled for thier honeymoon. Magdalene was terrified, as well as happy but things didn't turn out the way she wanted... She caught July masturbating, helped April when he was drunk, got caught in June's bathroom but August the wild king of bullying rejected the mate bond between them immediately it sparkled. Despite that, everyday was sinful, lustful, and filled with fulfilment of her wet dreams not until... HIS DEATH!! Who died? What happened?

My wolf hasn't spoken to me in three weeks. I tell myself it's stress. The pack finances, the upcoming diplomatic visit from the Lycan King, the endless demands from Justin's mother—the Queen Mother, as she insists on being called even though she hasn't held the Luna title in five years. But deep down, in the hollow space where my wolf's presence should hum like a second heartbeat, I know something is wrong. The hallway outside our bedroom is dark when I hear their voices. I freeze, one hand on the doorframe, my body swaying slightly. The dizziness has gotten worse lately. Another symptom I've been ignoring. "She's getting suspicious." The Queen Mother's voice cuts through the shadows like a blade. "This morning she asked why the vitamins make her tired." "Then we increase the dosage." Justin's response is immediate, clinical.

Emily Grey comes to an elite university on a scholarship, determined to stay invisible. Julian Blackwell-the billionaire heir who rules the campus-has never been denied anything... until her. One dangerous encounter turns into an obsession neither of them can escape. As rumors explode, enemies close in, and dark family secrets surface, Emily is pulled into a world of power, control, and scrutiny. Loving Julian is risky. Leaving him might be impossible. The Billionaire Prince's Scholar is a high-stakes romance where attraction turns obsessive and love comes with a price.

Aiden Cole has it all-looks, charm, and a reputation that keeps every girl guessing. Behind the confident smirk, though, hides the secret of being the school's untouchable playboy and the illegitimate son no one talks about. Then she shows up. The girl who isn't afraid to call him out, the one who sees through the act he's perfected. Between whispered rumors, cruel bullies, and a love triangle that blurs every line, Aiden starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, someone like him could actually be worth loving. But in a world built on secrets and lies... what are the chances that love could ever be real?

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

The day I achieved my dream of becoming a world-renowned model, my boyfriend Jayce Gonzales insisted I pose nude for his apprentice. I resisted with all my strength to refuse, but Jayce forcibly took me to meet Zendaya Alvarez. "You're a model anyway. Being a nude model for my protégé should be an honor for you." "Or maybe you just like being humiliated, wanting more people to see your body?" Stripped under the glaring lights, I was drugged and forced into compromising poses. I thought that once the painting was done, they'd let me go. But the next day at the fashion show, I was a mess, facing a grilling from the media. "Ms. Amaia Greene, is your personal life as chaotic as this painting suggests?" For twenty years, I had worked tirelessly to finally step onto the stage of my dreams and become an exceptional model. After winning an award, I received a message from Jayce. "Amaia, come back quickly.

I arrived at the office earlier than usual, clutching the flight schedules Wade had forgotten at home. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the empty corridor as my heels clicked against the polished floor. I'd woken up early to prepare these documents, knowing how important they were for today's executive meeting. My fingers traced the outline of my mother's locket—a nervous habit I'd developed over the years. Something felt off this morning, a heaviness in the air I couldn't quite place. I rounded the corner toward Wade's office, expecting to find it empty. But it wasn't. Through the glass partition, I saw them. Wade—my husband—had his arms wrapped around a woman, his lips pressed against hers in a kiss that spoke of passion and longing. His fingers tenderly caressed her face, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a gentleness he had never shown me.

On my birthday, Killian, the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack and my mate of six years, gifted me a cheap pair of pajamas worth less than a hundred bucks. Meanwhile, he presented Veronica, his childhood crush, with a set of luxurious gold lingerie. The blatant favoritism ignited a fire within me, and I confronted him immediately. But he dismissed my anger with a sharp command, his alpha tone cutting through the air like a blade. "Veronica’s been struggling lately, and gold wards off misfortune. Stop overreacting, Luna," he snapped before banishing me from my own celebration with a wave of his hand. That night, Veronica flaunted her gift on the pack’s social network, posting a photo of herself in the golden lingerie with the caption: "Fits perfectly—Alpha Killian always knows me best after all these years ~" Six years of our mate bond couldn’t rival their eight-year friendship. Furious and heartbroken, I instructed Marianna, my Beta and most trusted assistant, to draft the dissolution of our mate bond, ensuring Killian would lose everything he held dear. --- When Killian returned to the pack house, he found me shredding one of his prized shirts—a gift from Veronica on his eighteenth birthday. He rushed in, not bothering to remove his shoes, and shoved me aside to salvage the remnants.

I arranged the roses exactly as I had on our first anniversary, their crimson petals catching the light from the crystal chandelier above our dining table. The penthouse was silent except for the soft classical music I'd selected—Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major, the piece Silas had once said made him fall in love with my hands. Five years ago, he had listened to me play it with such reverence, as though my fingers were weaving magic instead of simply following the notes. Tonight, the music felt like a ghost of that memory, haunting the space between us. Five years. Five years since I had walked down the aisle in a gown that cost more than most people's homes, five years since I had believed in fairytales. The dining room glowed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the walls of our penthouse—a gilded cage high above Manhattan, where the city lights below looked like fallen stars. I smoothed the fabric of my dress, a midnight blue that Silas had once said brought out the silver flecks in my eyes. The table was set with our finest china, the wine decanted, the food kept warm. Everything perfect, as it always was.

I accidentally discovered that in the fire a few years ago, Rosy's lost heart had been transplanted into Cupid, the son of Loren's lover, Aya. At the same time, the doctor delivered the devastating news that Rosy's implanted prosthetic heart was experiencing a severe rejection reaction, and a new heart had to be found as soon as possible. In a desperate bid to save Rosy, I decided to take her away and underwent a temporary transplant procedure. Just when all hope seemed lost,my mate Loren, who had always been cold and distant, begged for my forgiveness in a public statement across all media platforms. However, the doctor then revealed a heart - wrenching truth - Rosy's heart had been maliciously removed. Filled with a seething rage and a steely determination, I made a fateful decision. Rosy's heart rightfully belonged back in her body.

The steady beep of the heart monitor punctuated the silence of the Silverstone Pack infirmary. I lay motionless on the narrow cot, every breath sending sharp pains through my bandaged torso. Three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and claw marks that would leave permanent scars—the price I'd paid for jumping between Mason and that rogue wolf's attack. My wolf, Emma, paced restlessly in my mind. *He hasn't come. Our mate hasn't come to see us.* "He's busy," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own enhanced hearing. "The pack needs him after the attack." *We need him,* Emma whimpered, her howls echoing faintly through my consciousness. *Something's wrong. I can feel it.* I closed my eyes, trying to silence her concerns. Six years I'd served as Mason's unofficial Beta, his secret mate, his shadow.

To have a child with her husband, who had fertility issues, she agreed to undergo in vitro fertilization. However, she inadvertently discovered that she had been used as a means to have a child by her husband and his mistress. The embryos used in the procedure had been swapped by her husband, replacing them with his sperm and the mistress's egg. Devastated by the betrayal, she decided to go to the hospital to terminate the pregnancy. Yet, the doctor revealed an unexpected twist: due to a nurse's mistake, the child she was carrying was actually hers and that of a stranger. And this stranger turned out to be the mafia leader! Thus began a series of unforeseen complications.

"Oh. God, Eli, please! I'm not on the pills," I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. "With a pussy as sweet as that?" he growled against my neck. "Jett was the loser. I'm not. I'm gonna fuck this pussy till the end. Afraid you're gonna have my child?" My head dropped as a shudder ripped through me. "You're crazy!" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're mine now. My woman. And I'm gonna fuck you until this pretty body of yours only knows me." --- Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew. Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie. Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett's younger brother. What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate. Rowanne swears it can't happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he's determined to claim her. And this time, he won't lose.

I glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. 8:57 PM. Three minutes until our anniversary dinner was officially late. Not that Ethan had ever been on time for anything that mattered to me in our five years of marriage. The truffle pasta—his favorite—had already cooled twice. I'd reheated it carefully, determined not to let the delicate sauce break. The vanilla-scented candles I'd placed around our dining room had burned down by an inch, their soft glow casting shadows across the crystal glasses I'd meticulously polished this morning. 'He promised,' I whispered to the empty chair across from me. 'He promised he'd be home early tonight.' I smoothed my navy blue dress—the one he'd once absentmindedly commented looked 'fine' on me—and checked my phone again. No messages.

She was to be set out as a debt to be paid. He is known to be the ruthless Alpha of a pack, feared by many and dared by none. By ancient rites and moonlight ceremonies, turning eighteen means everything to werewolf shifters. It is aligned with their tradition, holding a great celebration. For Kiara, it should be a day to be merry, the day she finally confirms her bond with her boyfriend and future Alpha, Jason. Rather, it becomes the moment her world is blurred. "I, Jason, hereby reject you as my Luna." Ridiculed as a "freak" for her inability to shift, Kiara is publicly rejected by the boy she loves - replaced by her sister, Erina, and humiliated in front of the entire pack-Heartbroken, backstabbed, and renounced by everyone including her family. Kiara is sent out against her will to live with Alpha Ryder, who had provided a handsome loan to her parents to cure an ailment. Her stay at the Alpha was prolonged and intriguing. She discovers that she has never been a freak but rather descended from the Lunaries. The drama unfolds, tragedy awaits, torn between love and war. She learns great strength and endurance. She becomes a body of attraction to the Alpha. Would her stay in the new pack be worth her first rejection or would she be consumed by it?

WARNING: This is a STALKER xSTALKER DARK ROMANCE. MUTUAL OBSESSION with DUAL POV. SYNOPSIS CARLOS: Will she wake up if I wrap her hand around my length? My vision tunnels and I move closer to her spread legs, fisting my cock faster. My balls engorge & heart tighten I throw my head back when the wave hit me & my cum spills onto her inner thigh. I watch it soak into the center of her cunt.   She stirs but doesn't wake. Instead a beautiful word slip from her full lips "Carlos... " Did she just... "Thinking of your prey, pretty doll?"   THALIA: "He won't do it" That's what I thought, but as I watch the man I'm meant to kill, behead a woman without blinking,staring straight at me. I knew, I'm after a monster.   TRIGGER WARNINGS BOTH: Stalking Surveillance Wet dreams Graphic violence Weapons Threats Privacy|Home invasion   MMC Somnophilia Voyeurism   FMC Murder Poisoning Gory murder board Questionable morals.

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack. I was wrong. On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man's child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied. I should have died in those woods. Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha. The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb. He sees something worth claiming. As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name. But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up. I was rejected while pregnant. Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.

Noelle had spent years in the shadow, hidden, controlled and shaped into someone she could never be. She is suddenly released but not for freedom but into another new prison, a marriage built on lies, where she must play the role of another woman. Her husband, cold, powerful saw her for the first time and knew something is wrong. She is a fake . As secrets unravel and danger closes in their lives that twist together in ways that could either destroy them both or awaken a love powerful enough to break every chain.

Pregnant chef Sophia, broke after her ex-husband Marcus and former best-friend Victoria sabotage her career and smear her as a “failed, poor loser,” is reduced to cleaning Victoria’s mansion while her six-year-old son Ethan is bullied as “the cook’s kid.” After Ethan is humiliated at school and Sophia is rejected by every restaurant and even her own parents, she spends her last cash to enter the televised Master Chef Challenge—risking everything on her cooking to win $50,000 and reclaim her life and dignity.

The summons came while I was organizing training schedules for the pack warriors. A formal mind-link from Alexander—not the warm, intimate connection we usually shared, but something colder, more official. *Lily, come to the inner chamber immediately.* I felt my wolf, Emma, stir uneasily within me. *Something's wrong*, she whined. *It's fine*, I assured her, though my hands trembled slightly as I set down my pen. *He's probably just stressed about the border negotiations.* As I hurried through the sprawling halls of the Silver Moon Pack house, I smoothed down my simple blue dress—the one Alexander once said brought out my eyes. Six years I'd been by his side, acting as his Luna in all but official marking. Six years of building my life around him, around us. The massive oak doors to the inner chamber loomed before me. I knocked softly, then entered when I heard his deep voice command, "Enter." Alexander stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the afternoon light.

BLURB;  One night spent with her boss leads to an awkward working atmosphere and an unforeseen pregnancy.  Virgin Sophia wakes up naked beside a stranger after her boss' welcome party. And she receives a bigger shock when that stranger turns out to be her boss.  Determined to avoid him, Sophia does all she can to never cross paths with Chris until one day she's recommended as his secretary.  Chris always remembers how he woke up next to Sophia instead of his girlfriend, Mia. And he always felt he did her wrong until she decided to trap him with the pregnancy.  Chris's dislike for Sophia begins to grow and just how far can you hate someone while loving them at the same time?  Will Chris  be able to realize his hidden affections for Sophia? And why does it look like all the odds were against them? Including a ghost from his father's past.