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The loneliness he felt three years back, struck again and his inability to control his emotions took him to Jessie, holding her in a warm embrace.
"Play with my hair, I don't feel good." Jessie who was trying to recover from the shock of the embrace only got more surprised at what he said, and she faced him, wide-eyed, staring intently.
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Jessica Gibson is ensnared in the life of Tamara as she has to suffer for crimes she had no idea about.
Jack, a guy from a life that wasn't hers was all rooted for her. When she had a thing for a young web developer, Charles, she met at college.
She tries to scale through the twists and emotions of being a double in a body, pursue her dreams, with a complicated love life.
While still unravelling the mystery of the being she is.
Will this path lead to her pain or sometimes secrets are better unrevealed? 
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage?To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly.***"I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly."Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass."He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist.Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words.He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs.What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine. 
“Prince William, bad news! Her highness stole all the treasures in the imperial palace.”
“Oh, that must be insufficient. Put some more treasures into the imperial palace so that my dear Julia can steal them.”
“Prince William, her highness pulled up all the valuable medicinal herbs.”
“Oh, she’s in short of medical herbs? Hurry up to send her all the valuable medicinal herbs.”
“Prince William, hmm… her highness stole a portrait of a gorgeous man!”
“Why did she steal that? I will portray myself and send her 99 self-portraits…”
“Prince William, the situation is not that simple. That handsome man walked out of the picture and came to life… They’re now having a pleasant talk in the room…”
Ian Mo felt a gust of wind and at the next moment, William disappeared into thin air. William pulled her into his arms and said ferociously, “You can tell me if you want to appreciate a man. Come on, I will satisfy you.”
“Hmm…Demon William… Let go of me…”
“Oh, you’re not satisfied? Since watching it can’t satiate you, how about making out with me and having a child?” 
When Sienna Coleman is cornered by thugs in an alley, she calls Lance Xenakis 33 times. However, he is busy giving a "mouth-to-mouth treatment" to a transfer student, Ashley Quinton, who suffers from skin hunger. He kisses her passionately and forgets about everything, while his phone vibrates on the couch until it dies. Sienna fights with all her strength to break free and run, but she ends up getting hit by a car.When she wakes up, her whole body is wrapped in bandages. Her phone automatically plays a video of Lance and Ashley kissing intensely, lasting three hours and 27 minutes.Ashley's Instagram post reads, "Thanks for helping me treat my illness, dear campus heartthrob. I guess I can get a good sleep tonight!" 
For as long as I can remember, my mom is a fat, cowardly woman.
She's capable of arguing with a vendor over a 50-cent discount in the wet market, and yet all she does is shield her head and cry whenever my dad beats her up.
I don't like how embarrassing she is, so I refuse to let her attend my college acceptance celebration.
But when I sort out Mom's personal effects, I find an old photo with yellowed edges. The woman in the photo can be seen mounting a scooter with tattoos weaving down her arm.
There's a defiant, untamed look in her eyes. She's breathtakingly beautiful.
Thanks to a car accident, I am transmigrated to a trade school from 20 years ago.
The leader, who's being surrounded by her lackeys, presses a cigarette butt against the desk.
She looks at me with a raised brow. "New student, huh? From now on, you're part of my gang. As long as you call me 'boss,' I'm willing to sacrifice everything for you."
As I gaze at the leader's fearless expression, I feel my tears running down my cheeks instantly.
Mom, please don't become a mother and a housewife in the future. I just want to see you continue living your life freely. 
The night before our divorce, Winston Jones and I go at it like we've lost our minds. We move from the bathroom to the living and then to the balcony; we leave traces of our love everywhere.When we're finished, Winston cries his heart out. "Can we not divorce, darling?"Our three-year-old son gets on his knees before me and holds my hand. "Don't leave, Mommy."I calmly pack my things. "I'm going to live the good life. Stop trying to drag me down, you two losers."…Five years later, Winston becomes Hesperia's richest man, and our son is a world-renowned genius.During a television interview, they sit together and look into the cameras. They say in unison, "We're rich now. Can you please come home?"The next thing they know, the host pushes me onto the stage. I'm skinny to an extreme and disheveled. I smile calmly when I look at Winston and our son. "Do you want to be my sponsor? I'm cheap."The livestream is abruptly cut off, and Winston looks at me icily while holding our son's hand. "You guys have got the wrong person. My wife would never sell herself like a hooker.""Not everyone is worthy of being my mother," my son says.Five years ago, they both had kidney failures. They have no idea that I secretly donated both of mine to them. 
Ten years after our breakup, I found out my ex-boyfriend was still offering a huge reward to find me.
I let out a scoff and swiped the message away.
We didn’t end things peacefully.
The year we broke up, he got another woman pregnant.
And thanks to his mother’s scheme, I ended up pregnant by someone else too.
When he found out, he lost control and made me take abortion pills.
He cried and said, “I just want you to understand. In a family like ours, my life isn’t my own to live.”
“I can give you anything except an official status in my life.”
His mother said, “Our family will never accept someone from the bottom. There’s no way I’ll let our bloodline continue with someone like that!”
He just stood there, listening, not saying a word.
After that, I disappeared from his world.
A decade passed. Suddenly, he was in front of me again.
His face, even more refined and elegant than before, showed a rare vulnerability as his eyes grew red.
He said, “I’ve changed. My parents no longer have the power to dictate who I love.”
“Can we start over?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He looked lost. “Why?”
I answered calmly, “Because my husband wouldn’t allow it.”
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There are two heirs to the most elite family in Pluville. The older heir, Zack Sullivan, was refined and polite, whereas the younger heir, Connor Sullivan, was wild and flippant. To the socialites, they were extremely popular candidates when it came to marriage alliances.
The Sullivans have already determined that Winona Lowe is to become Zack's fiancee because of her stunning looks and unprecedented talents. Unfortunately, she had fallen from grace three years ago because of a series of accidents in her family.
Her younger brother, Scott Lowe, was accused of sexual assault. After that, he somehow fell off a building and died. Her mother took her own life, leading to her father, Gerard Lowe, officially introducing his mistress, Hannah Jordan, into the family.
As for Winona, she's viewed as a by-product of her mother's infidelity, thanks to a paternity test that claims that she doesn't have any blood relations with Gerard.
On the day the news is made public, the Sullivans instantly terminate the engagement between Winona and Zack. At the same time, Winona gets cast out of her family.
It's snowing heavily that day, yet Winona waits outside Sullivan Group in nothing but thin clothes. Unfortunately, Zack never shows his face.
That night, Winona goes to the bar to drink her sorrows away. Suddenly, someone snatches her glass away. She turns around to see Connor's flippant smile on his face.
"Forget about being my sister-in-law. You should become my girlfriend instead." 
Vanessa Samson heads to the Bowen residence in the middle of the night, her face pale. "Mrs. Bowen, you previously told me that Blake's always had a crush on me. Is that true?"Rose Kirby doesn't know why Vanessa has come at this hour to ask about this, but it excites her. She grabs Vanessa's hand and says, "Of course it is! I'll take you to his room if you don't believe me—you'll understand what I mean once you see him."He's already in his late 20s, but he doesn't have a girlfriend despite the number of women chasing after him. I thought he wasn't interested in women, but I finally realized that you're the one he wants to marry when I went into his room the other day."Rose pauses. "Then again, it makes sense. He's your brother's best friend and watched you grow up. You're so lovable that I should've guessed…"She pulls Vanessa to Blake's room, but Vanessa stops. "I'm willing to marry Blake since he likes me, Mrs. Bowen.""Really? That's great! I'll call him and tell him the good news right now. Wait, 
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"Ana. . ." he whispered, his smile dropping as he closed the distance between us. "I'm sor. . ."
My right hand met his cheek brutally, stopping all that he had to say. "How dare you?!" I hissed, landing another smack on the same spot. " How could you do this to me? " I raised my hand up again to place another one, but he caught my wrist before I could do so.
"Plan your next move very carefully," he spoke in a low tone, tightening his grip on my wrist, daring me to slap him again. Pain jolted from the area, forcing tears to sting at the corner of my eyes.
"Or what?" I scowled at him.
" You don't want to find out." He took a step closer, staring into my eyes. " And don't tempt me. "
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Anastasia Romanoff is a wise, strong willed girl with a good heart, but an unexpected circumstances leads her to people who tears her apart. What happens when she finds herself in the tent of Vito Escobar, a ruthless mafia leader and also her father's debtor?
However, things didn't turn out the way she expected. She is sexually tortured by the eldest sons of her master. But what happens when Pablo, the youngest of Vito's son returns from the military, who is not only intrigued but also smitten by her?
However, they begin to change each other, molding into something else. She does things she never dreamt of doing, and the rising tension between the two of them kills her inside.
But will she give into the sexy temptation walking around with an irresistible smirk that mushes her into a puddle? With the eldest sons after her body, will she be able to find refuge in the one she loves? Or will she remain as a slave to the Mafia household?
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I'm heading back to my hometown for Thanksgiving when I suddenly encounter a torrential downpour just as I enter the highway. I look up and notice the overhead signboards are flashing warnings signaling a level-17 typhoon is approaching.Suddenly, a black Land Rover veers aggressively from behind me, cutting into the gap between me and another car less than three feet from my bumper.I slam down on the brake pedal, but the car still surges forward since the road is slippery from the rain. I immediately break into a cold sweat after seeing the proximity of our cars.I honk frantically, trying to warn the driver to keep their distance. Yet, instead of accelerating, the driver deliberately brake-checks me, driving with pure malice.I immediately hit the brake pedal, but the car continues to shoot forward without responding. I feel a rush of terror, and I aggressively maneuver to evade the driver as the car ahead looms closer. My car skids violently on the wet road, spinning out and almost flipping. My daughter, Heather Lowe, hits the passenger door hard and instantly begins to wail inconsolably. I can't afford to check on her condition; all I can do is clutch the steering wheel with all my might, attempting to steady the car.Yet, the Land Rover reappears, performing the same dangerous maneuver right in front of me. 
Olivia's heart beats faster as she eyes Nathan across the crowded café. Their love shines like a thousand stars, but it's riddled with secrets. When Nathan cashes out on their relationship with a cold contract, Olivia's world falls apart. And when she was fighting under some horrific illness all by herself, fate had other, different plans for her.Their paths cross once more, and new flames ignite, coupled with renewed hopes. Can they rise above their past mistakes? Olivia painted her way through pain and renewal with each brush stroke. Nathan wrestled his demons into working to become the man that Olivia deserved to have by her side.With tears, laughter, and tender moments in life, they found something: that true love is not about passion; it is growing together, even in shadows. 
The moment I enter the office, I notice Tristan Godfrey's secretary, Scarlett Robertson, crouching under the desk.
She decides to tease Tristan on purpose, making him unable to school his features for a moment.
I place the documents before him, pretending not to notice anything.
"Here's the request for the funding for the western suburb project. Please sign this document."
Since Tristan is enduring the immense pleasure flaring from his lower body, he drops his signature on a couple of pages without even checking the fine details.
Then, he looks up at me, his eyes foggy with lust. "Wait… I thought your flight was tomorrow? Why are you back all of a sudden?"
I pick up the documents. "I'm here to deal with some urgent matters."
Before I turn around, I shoot a glance at the spot beneath the desk. "Tell her to come out."
Tristan is slightly stunned. He probably thinks that I'll do the same things I did before—intimidate Scarlett, tug at her hair, and take a video of her most vulnerable side.
But I merely add, "Her legs will go numb if she crouches under the desk for too long."
Knowing that he's in the wrong, Tristan quickly changes the subject. "What sort of urgent matters are you dealing with?"
I don't give him an answer. Instead, I close the door behind me and put up a "do not disturb" sign.
Tristan has no idea that I've just finished settling my urgent affairs. 
Conan Grande and I have been married for eight years, and one day, he suddenly posts a Tweet with his secretary, Mindy Campbell, saying, "Better start shipping us. We're really sweet together."I tap on the "Like" button just before the Tweet is suddenly deleted.Conan then Facetimes me with a sobbing Mindy and a few of our mutual friends in the background, yelling and screaming at me for being so dumb and stupid for not getting the joke immediately.Five minutes later, Mindy updates her Instagram profile picture to a photo of her face and Conan's adorably squished together.If this had happened in the past, I would have immediately stormed over in a crying fit, demanding explanations from everyone involved and making life miserable for them.But this time, I honestly don't care anymore. 
Lance has secretly been hoping to find his mate, he was an alpha who was cold and ruthless, on the outside, he never shows his emotions, so people think he was never bothered by the fact that he was mateless.But deep inside, he was bothered by that fact, and he needed to find his mate.A sudden visit to the human town brought him face to face with his mate, but then, he realized something.His mate was a human!Now things are bound to take a massive turn around, secrets will be unraveled, and these secrets will change their lives forever. 
WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18 "So the rules of the game is simple" he began. "For every glass of drink that I take, you'll remove one piece of clothing from your attire. If I pass out before you get completely naked, then I'll grant you one wish but if I don't, then I'm free to do whatever sinful thing I want with you for the rest of the night. No questions asked. Are you game?" A smile feathered on his lips as he stared at her, waiting for her final decision. He is the handsome, sexy and heartless devil. The sinner.She is the purest, innocent and beautiful angel.Two polar opposites, one single attraction.***Having lived in the convent all her life, Hera Whitson manages to secure a job as a maid in the household of Bryce Donovan. The inhuman sex god that has the entire female population at his feet. He lives for sex, he celebrates and relish the electricity of it with every fibre of his being and sees no better reason for being alive.One look at Hera and Bryce is smitten. She is like an addictive drug, a moth to a flame and he will do anything to get burned by her. Relinquished by her heat.What happens when Hera finds herself battling against her principles and sexual attraction for Bryce? Will she be caught in the web of Bryce's twisted game of lust? 
My fiance, Jeremy Anderson, and I have been together for ten years. To everyone, we are the perfect couple.I have taken 99 bullets for Jeremy while shielding him from an enemy. To save me, he gives me one of his kidneys.With tears in my eyes, I make a promise to him. "In this life, I'll repay you with 99 favors."On the eve of our wedding, we agree to climb a snowy mountain. But an avalanche strikes, and we are forced to take shelter in a local farmer's home. His first love, the expedition leader, gets injured while saving him. By mistake, she takes an aphrodisiac, thinking it's painkillers. My always-traditional, seemingly pure fiance doesn't hesitate. Jeremy strips off his clothes, ready to relieve her pain.Everyone waits for me to explode in rage, but I walk calmly to the side. Three more favors, then Jeremy and I are even. Soon, it will be time for me to return and take over the mafia. 
Emily Powell is a proper young lady—her wildest act to date is sleeping with her fiance's best friend. At Ivory Hotel, the door to the presidential suite on the 72nd floor swings open. A large, veined hand suddenly pulls Emily inside."Em, when will you call off the engagement?" Ezra Newman whispers, lowering his head to kiss her earlobe. Though his tone is casual, he holds her tightly in his embrace. Leaning weakly against the one-way floor-to-ceiling window, Emily murmurs, "Ezra, just wait a little longer…"Ezra lifts her skirt, his movements urgent yet tender as he pours out his love."I can't wait any longer… I want you all to myself. To be with you every moment. Are you truly okay with me being your secret lover forever?"Tears well in her eyes, blurring her vision, yet Emily never once thinks of Ezra as just a secret lover. 
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