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“Aren't you a hooker that anyone could on top of you with money?”
When they met, he became her guest in room...

Not long after I transferred to this school, I became the bullies’ favorite target.
They didn’t like how quiet I was or how pale I looked, so they casually slapped me with a nickname: “vampire.”
It started with shoves in the hallway and jeers in the classroom, escalated to messing with my drink, then stuffing trash into my locker.
They treated my silence as permission and wrapped every provocation in the same excuse: “Just a joke.”
Until that night, when humiliation wasn’t enough. They lured me into a tiny storage room behind the auditorium—locked the door, killed the lights, set up a fixed camera—ready to strap me to a chair and film an “execution” video that would make sure I could never hold my head up at this school again.
What they didn’t know was that the nickname wasn’t a joke. It was the one time they got the truth right.
I really am a vampire.

Exiled to the wasteland by wife and children? No problem, I'll open an arms factory there.
Everything stolen by a rival? No worries, his technology is garbage I discarded seven years ago.
My ex-wife throws me a repairman's business card and demands my knees? Fine, see you at the military academy ceremony tomorrow.
Her son, dressed in his rival's "super armor," goes around showing off, only to be exposed in public by my ten-year-old son: "With a 0.7-second delay, an S-class mutant could kill you three times."
My rival brings his private army to capture me?
My wife leads a regular army, smashing the dome and descending from the sky: "Try touching my husband!"
My rival, cornered, releases the Abyss Mother Beast?
I pilot Zero Mech, one-shotting her.
My ex-wife kneels in the ruins, crying. I don't even glance at her.
Betrayed me? You don't deserve it.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

After Grandpa passed away, he left two inheritances behind.
One was an underground shelter costing over a hundred million yuan.
The other was a crumbling old house on the brink of collapse in the village.
My younger sister Su Rou rushed to pick the underground shelter first, so I settled for the old house.
No one expected an extreme cold apocalypse to descend just days later.
Su Rou moved into the shelter with her boyfriend.
But her boyfriend leaked the gate password, attracting a mob of thugs.
Su Rou was reduced to their plaything, trapped in a fate worse than death.
As for me, I discovered the old house’s cellar connected to a natural underground hot spring. I managed to survive by sheer luck.
When Su Rou heard the news, she was consumed by envy. She led the thugs straight to me, forcing me to take her place.
"Sister, you’ve always been the nicest to me since we were kids. You’ll save me, right? You take my place and serve them instead."
I could no longer endure the humiliation. I set fire to the place and died alongside them all.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the very moment we chose the inheritances.
Seeing Su Rou pick the run-down old house without the slightest hesitation, I knew she had also been reborn.
I bowed my head to hide all my emotions, then silently chose the underground shelter.
My dear sister… that drafty, ramshackle old house is nowhere near as wonderful as you think it is.

“Do I really deserve this?”
Dr. Xavier Brown asked the void after the woman he loved smiled and shoved him off a rooftop.

He died a brilliant, betrayed genius… only to wake up as the worthless secondary character in a trashy web novel.

The pathetic live-in son-in-law.
The disposable husband.
The man scripted to be humiliated, divorced, and killed so the protagonists could shine.

Died once.
Refused to die again.

Armed with every humiliating page of his own doom, Xavier signs the divorce papers with a smirk, takes the money, and kicks the first death flag into the dirt.

But the story doesn’t let go so easily.

When he saves the mother of Isabella Voss, the novel’s ice-cold villainess, using medicine this world has never seen, she doesn’t destroy him.
She builds him a kingdom: a hospital with top-notch facilities, an empire of shadows, and a love that feels dangerously real.

Then the truth rips the script apart.

He isn’t Alexander Rodriguez.
He is Alexander Winchester, erased heir to a hidden mafia family, legendary assassin king, memory wiped and chained as a live-in dog by the very people who now call themselves heroes.

Six deadly sisters descend to reclaim him.
A ruthless CEO. A ghost hacker, an assassin trainer, a pharmaceutical prodigy, a public opinion goddess, and the youngest who sees what’s coming before it breathes.

With a system that evolves from cold machine to snarky partner in crime, Xavier walks two paths at once:

The Healer who rewrites life, and the Ruler who burns false fates to ash.

But Karma never dies, Damien and Sophie met with their consequences

Every betrayal returns.
Every death flag screams.

“Do I really deserve this?”

Xavier smiles, scalpel in one hand, shadow in the other.

This time the answer is yes.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

I came home early from a business trip and overheard the woman Joseph always called his “poor stepmother” clinging to him in his office, begging for a kiss. Her swollen belly carried his child.
“When do I get to stop pretending to be your stepmother?” Susan whined.
Joseph’s cold laugh stripped away the last of my dignity. “Soon. Once I drain Emma’s company dry, she’ll be useless.”
I used to think Joseph was my salvation.
After his father died and his pregnant stepmother had nowhere to go, I ignored my family’s objections and brought them both into my home. I poured every resource I had into helping him rise.
I even became pregnant with his child.
Only then did I realize I had never really been his wife.
I was only the stepping stone they used to climb into wealth.
That night, Susan staged a miscarriage.
And Joseph, his face twisted with rage, locked me—pregnant and bleeding—inside a freezing basement.
“A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve a child.”

我躺在那里，脸埋在妈妈那破烂的阴部黏稠的残骸里，她疲惫的身体像被征服的战利品一样瘫坐在我身上。房间里弥漫着精液、粪便和汗水的臭味——我们的宿舍兄弟们早已离开，笑得前仰后合。索菲的大腿在我耳边颤抖，浓密的阴唇还在抽动，把群交鸡尾酒渗到我嘴唇上。心跳加速，我僵住了。她看见我看着那场肮脏的节目——她那精英律师的伪装破碎了，沦为室友们喝尿、舔屁股的荡妇。

“嗯......伊桑？”她的声音哽咽，喉咙交欢后沙哑，呼吸热烈地吹在我额头上。没有愤怒——只有带着羞愧的欲望。“宝贝......你尝过所有的......通过我。舔得更深。妈妈现在需要她的乖孩子。”

操。界限模糊了。咬紧牙关逃跑？还是直接跳进去，抢先吃到的？她的臀部磨蹭着，强迫我的舌头进入。无处可逃。这就是我们的新地狱——天堂。

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

I took my sister’s place to save my family. Now I am living a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister vanished without a word, I stepped into her world and became her… the wife of Rowan, a man people fear and never question.
Every day, I live a lie. His son, Dante, looks at me like I am his mother, and something inside me breaks every time he says in a low voice that l look like his mom. But not everyone is fooled.
Rowan’s family watches me too closely. They see what does not belong and they are waiting for me to slip so they can get rid of me for good.
I tell myself I can handle it. That I just need to survive long enough to protect the people I love.
But I am losing control. Because the man I was never meant to love is starting to look at me differently. And the worst part is… I think I am falling for him too.

I’m Aurora. I died at the hands of my family.
“You were born a walking curse to this Pack. Taking Nora’s place and marrying Liam is what you owe us!” My mother, Patricia, bound my arms and legs with a rope dusted in silver powder. My sister Nora raised a silver-laced dagger and drove it straight into my heart. “Your name, your mate, everything belonged to you is mine!” Then she used a face-shaping spell to transform into my appearance, took over Black Moon manor, and waited for my Alpha mate, Liam, to come home.
I became a ghost and was pinned to her side by a soul-sealing array, forced to watch her clumsy imitation. “Liam, I made your favorite wild-berry oatmeal.” But a wolf’s nose never lies. Liam frowned and stepped away. “That artificial perfume on you… that isn’t her.” I watched him spend sleepless nights after his Wolf-Soul Stone shattered. I watched him uncover the truth that my old injury on my left foot was gone, and “I” was no longer allergic to silver-scale fish. Only then did I understand: the Alpha who looked cold had already carved me into his heart.
Not until he dug up what was left of my body, two undeveloped twin pups still hidden inside me, did Liam finally break. With eyes burning red, he roared, “What you owe me… what you owe Aurora… you’ll pay with your lives!” When dawn rose, my soul dissolved into the morning light. All I wished for, in the next life, was to meet him somewhere without betrayal, to be two ordinary wolves who could protect our children, together.

In my past life, when the apocalypse broke out, I braved the pressure and opened the fortress gates to take in my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, who had nowhere else to go.
They shoved my wife and me straight into a horde of zombies.
My wife and I were reborn seven days before the apocalypse. I turned my head and saw the same fear and coldness surging in her eyes as mine:
"This time, don't open the door."
"Never." I smiled coldly.
Not only would I keep the door shut—I would watch with my own eyes as those bloodsucking ingrates, who had drained me dry in my past life, were slowly devoured by hunger and despair right outside the gate.

On the execution platform, my noble and beautiful wife used her dagger to carve open my chest.
My nominal adopted son pressed a red-hot iron into my skin, branding me with the "F"-class mark of the lowest outcast, draining my transcendent bloodline dry.
"The Storm Kingdom has no use for a cripple with zero beast-spirit affinity. You belong rotting in the abyss!"
They cut the chains and kicked me into the Black Abyss—a place from which no one returns—then turned to carve up my throne.
They thought I was as good as dead.
They had no idea that the deepest darkness of that abyss harbored the most terrifying ancient demon in existence.
Two weeks later, as they raised their glasses to toast the new king's coronation, I kicked down the castle gates, wielding the ember-fire of annihilation and a tide of ten thousand beasts.
Looking down at the woman who once stood so high above me, now groveling in the mud and begging for mercy, I tossed the bloodstained broken blade onto the hem of her dress:
"Remember this forever—it was you who took a nobody you crushed beneath your feet and turned him into a king you'll kneel before and never win back. Now, hand over your lives."

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

To annul the engagement, the aloof heiress of a wealthy family spent three years planning thirteen accidents to try and kill me.
Car accident, falling object, poisoning... I survived covered in blood, only to be met with her disgusted question: "How come you're still alive?"
She let her scheming childhood sweetheart crush my father's ashes, and even personally drained my last remaining blood to save me, all for her sweetheart's self-inflicted injury.
She thought I would be like a dog, clinging to her side forever without any boundaries.
Until that day, I calmly handed over the annulment agreement, clutching the diagnosis of late-stage brain cancer, and completely disappeared from her world.
Later, when she finally found out the truth, she searched the world frantically, only to find my emaciated, cold corpse.
That arrogant and haughty young lady has completely collapsed.
She personally sent her childhood sweetheart to hell, knelt before my body wearing a veil, and desperately raised a gun:
“Ivan, walk slowly on your way to the underworld... I’m giving my life for you.”

On Day 100 of the global heat collapse, surface temperature climbed to a hopeless 70°C.

To keep my girlfriend from being roasted alive, I drove my ice ability past the limit and became her personal human air conditioner.

But when my ability core was on the verge of shattering and I collapsed coughing blood, she stole the last two bottles of water from my pack and climbed into someone else’s temperature-controlled car without looking back.

Before she left, she tossed the life-saving lump of ice I’d condensed with half my life onto the blistering asphalt like garbage.

“Jack, I’m sick of your cooling cutting out any second. I’m not staying here to die with you.”

She didn’t know—

The moment that ice turned into white vapor, the broken ability core in my chest—the one ruined because of her—evolved in the abyss.

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

I took the blame for my wife and went to jail, thinking I was protecting our family.

Five years later, when I was released from prison, my mansion was confiscated, my company fell into the hands of my younger brother, and the woman I loved with all my heart was nestled in my brother's arms, mocking my misfortune.

They had been having an affair for a long time, and even my imprisonment was a conspiracy meticulously planned by this despicable couple! What makes me even more furious is that my precious daughter was abandoned on the street like a stray dog, and subjected to beatings and bullying by their illegitimate son .

They thought that by draining my blood, they could forever condemn me to oblivion.

But they forgot that I was once an unparalleled genius in the business world.

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

In my last life, my parents favored my younger brother. They promised him to the angel who would remain on the surface, and shoved me to an abyssal demon.
When the apocalypse came, the angel burned through her divine power and fell. I took my family in out of kindness, and they repaid me with a bowl of poisoned soup.
When I opened my eyes again, our whole family had reincarnated.
This time, my parents couldn’t wait to push my brother into the demon’s arms, dreaming of living off him inside the abyssal lair.
I watched them sign the shadow contract like they were grabbing a priceless treasure, then took the rejected holy-light angel without hesitation.
They had no idea the Abyss’s shelter is paid for in flesh and blood.
But an angel’s loyalty can raise an iron divine kingdom that never falls, even in this world-ending flood.

"Daddy... so cold... and it hurts..." When my precious daughter Mia whispered these words in her weak voice, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The life-saving medicine was just ten meters away, but that damned anti-magic barrier had become an insurmountable chasm between life and death.
What made me even more furious was that the vampire guarding the gate not only extorted my life savings, but also demanded I kneel like a dog and lick his boots before he would open the door.
He didn't know that if the door stayed closed, it wouldn't just be my daughter who died—his son and mother would perish too!

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

He sets my foot on a seat built into the wall of the shower and uses the hand that was holding my leg up to shove three fingers into my g-spot. I lose my voice as my air cuts off and my knees buckle. I would never have believed I could come this hard before experiencing it with this man. Maybe I lied to Cora. Maybe he is a sex god.


Logan has suddenly found his fated mate! The only problem is, she doesn't know that werewolves exist, or that he's technically her boss. Too bad he's never been able to resist the forbidden. Which secret should he tell her first?

Arianna finally stopped holding back when she felt Pierce’s tongue replace his finger. She screamed her release. It was so good that she was slapping the bar top with one hand, wanting to cry uncle and for him to keep going at the same time. She ground against Pierce’s face, trying to ride out the rest of her orgasm. She silently fell back on the counter and released him. She was speechless. Not only from the soreness she felt in her throat from the yelling but also from the mind-blowing orgasm that she just had.

Pierce stood up, wrapped a hand around Arianna’s neck, and pulled her up. His tongue found hers, and the next thing they knew, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was jogging upstairs for round two.


Welcome to Elite San Antonio, the most premier country club in the world, which caters to the wealthiest clients and their every whim. Arianna Carter (18) completed high school and is now working as a receptionist at the exclusive country club due to her parents’ unfortunate gambling issues. They gambled away her college tuition, forcing her to take a gap year or two to save for college. Arianna is fed up with all the married men hitting on her and propositioning her for an entanglement. She even heard there was a running bet to see who could get her in bed first! Arianna considered swearing off men until she gives a tour to handsome and recently divorced Pierce White. The 32-year age gap should’ve turned her off. Still, Arianna figured with age came experience, and Pierce White might be worthy enough to give her virginity to. Arianna isn't the only one feeling the instant attraction. Once Pierce lays eyes on the young receptionist behind the front desk, his first thought is to bend her over it and have his way with her.

Sparks instantly fly between the two, resulting in a steamy, scandalous age-gap romance that rocks the country club. Will Arianna and Pierce make it in the long run, or will his hang-ups about their age gap, future, and his conniving ex-wife end their relationship?

"You're beautiful, Amelia," he said with cool assessment, "but there's something in your bearing. You're definitely not as simple as you pretend to be."
I tilted my head with feigned innocence. "What exactly are you implying?"
"I witnessed your performance during this morning's exhibition game," Jason said. "With abilities like that, I could arrange much better opportunities for your development."
Recruit me? How laughable. If he knew my true identity, he wouldn't be saying such things.

On the surface, Amelia is a college student who has just returned to America, but in reality, she is the world's youngest and most deadly assassin. When a mysterious agent infiltrates her base and steals a top-secret file, she must personally retrieve it.
This pursuit forces her to return to the family she abandoned years ago. Here, she must not only face her hypocritical parents and the fake sister who has always been her enemy, but also recover the stolen files without exposing her true identity.
However, Jason, the agent who stole the files, possesses a pair of unforgettable green eyes—eyes that belong to her childhood savior, someone who should have died long ago. When Jason proposes a deal to her, Amelia realizes this might be her only chance to get close to the truth.

Can Amelia complete her mission before Jason uncovers her true identity? And what connection does Jason have to her savior?

"Do I want a taste?" his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him.

"What do I do? I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. "Gosh I hate this man so much" his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy.
I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even mo re. "Get on the bed and spread your legs" his cold voice woke m e up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. "Yes master".

In a world of powerful werewolves, Aurora was the one who didn't fit the mold - a forgotten omega, hiding from the shadows. But one fiery night, the notorious playboy Alpha, Lucian Vaughn, crashed into her world, igniting a blaze of passion and fury.

Their worlds collided, and they discovered the unthinkable: they're fated mates.

Aurora's icy walls crumbled, and her darkest secrets began to unravel. Lucian, the man she loathed, was now her everything. As deadly threats close in, she must choose between surrendering to their forbidden bond or risk losing herself forever.

Can their love be the anchor that saves them, or will it be their ultimate downfall?

Rejecting him won't be easy... but surviving without him might be impossible.

A billionaire who gave up on love even before experiencing it, because all that life threw at him were nothing but rejections since birth. Nobody wanted him - and she, a poor and naive girl with family problems weighing her down. She has never been in love, and love is not on her list of priorities. Two extremely different people brought together by unavoidable circumstances, or Perhaps, fate. Call it whatever you want.
When their worlds collide, their goals get compromised by their undeniable burning desires for each other, and this fire melts down their fears, worries, and beliefs in the blink of an eye.
An insecure single father - billionaire, and a naive maid, swimming in the ocean of an unnamed fire that promises to consume them both if they tend to rebel against its power. Call it lust. Call it addiction. Call it obsession. Give it the tag you see as best fit. But truth is, theirs is a milestone of a complicated, challenging, but prodigious heart-stirring romance journey like no other.

Two people with different personalities but they run the same world.

Emory Ace Montemayor is a woman who knows nothing around her. Whatever you do you have no trace of emotion in her eyes as if there is no life when you look at it. Her parents died due to car accident after that incident she become emotionless Woman, she learned how to stand by her own feet she become a skilled assasin in Empire organization where she work. She hate being socialized to people she prepared being alone than be with someone else.

She doesn't fear death, But after realizing that her life is useless she committed suicide without knowing that death will not accept her because after suicide she transmigrated to someone else Body named Y-za Bella Mondragon.

The suicide that she think will make her rest but lead her to new beginning.

Let's find out what will be her ending to the new character she's in right now.

A lycan prince in search of his mate. An abused omega desperate to escape her past demons. A prince who does not know how to love. An omega whose only hope at redemption is finding true love.
Prince Draven, first out of the three lycan princes and next in line to the throne, is a ruthless, blood-thirsty, and arrogant man. He was exposed to the brutality of the world at a tender age. To claim his inheritance and become king, he must find his mate, a mission that appears almost impossible.
When he captures an omega girl who tries to take his life, he must punish her for attempted murder, and maybe use her to get what he wants.
In an attempt to escape an abusive mate and pack, Esmeray finds herself in bigger trouble! She had tried to kill a man in her desperation. When she finds out he's the almighty Lycan Prince, the same man she had heard stories of his ruthlessness as a child, she is sure she will be put to death. But why is the fearless Prince asking her to pretend to be his mate?
When the truth finally unfolds and the prince discovers Esme's deception and background, will he send her back to a life of misery? Or will he find his mate in the last place he was looking?

Strict Warning: 18+ only.

20 EROTIC SHORT STORIES DRIPPING WITH ALL THE DIRTY, HOT ACTION, ALPHA KING, ONE SMART, SASSY, STOLEN BRIDE BOX SET YOU'VE BEEN CRAVING!! Are you seriously still reading this? Like, seriously? It's FUCKING FILTHY EROTICA STORIES!!!

This book contain explicit and mature content.
If you are not up to 18 years, this book is not for you.
Don't say I did not warn you.

R18+, M/M/F, Taboo
Warning: Once you start Sex With The Maid, clear your schedule. Seriously. You would not be able to put this story down. At the end of every chapter, you will be wanting more.

Cerci:
I have always walked my own path. All my life I have work to meet earn needs and to protect Jon from getting into trouble, and sleep when I could find the time. Then I became their maid, and everything changed.

Bernard Stark:
Over five hundred people turn to watch my show everyday. They like and believe in me. One of the reasons is because I am the only son from the famous Stark family. I also think it is because, I am honest when it comes to my reporting. Well, I am honest about everything except the man I have been fucking for four years... and now this woman, Cerci. I enjoy fucking her too.

George Clement:
I desire three things in life: first my lovers, Bernard Stark and Cerci Lannister in my bed, fucking them. Second, I want to be the motherfucking best chef in the entire country. And third, I want to find out how to get both of these things mentioned above, without hurting anyone.

“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean your body doesn’t want me,” he said, He lifted her leg and leaned closer to her, his fingers touched her lips and trailed down to her neck, he could hear her heart beating fast and he knew he had that effect on her. “Your body wants me and there is no denying that” he stated the obvious, “So don’t you ever think that I can’t have you when I want because I can and I would” he boldly said and then turned his back towards her.
“I own you now Bella and you can never escape me” he whispered to her ears hovering over her and pinning her body to his with his arms around her waist.
Her scent was driving him crazy making his imagination grow wild.
Bella, a joyful and beautiful girl who lived happily with her parents and her little brother as the only family related to the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack was met with the gruesome death of her family by another Alpha who attacked their pack.
This shattered and broke her making her weak and lonely, she thought she had seen the end of the world until she found out that she was sold as a bride by her uncle to the same Alpha who killed her family.
Will she accept such a cruel fate and bend to her Alpha's will or would she avenge her family?

I melt into this stranger's chest, my fingers fumbling with the remaining buttons of his shirt. "Someone drugged my drink. Please help me."
His voice drops to a low, dangerous register. "Do you understand what you're doing?"
"Please..." I peel his shirt open. "I need you to fuck me..."

My name is Cherry, and my life changed forever the night I was drugged and hooked up with a mysterious stranger.
I thought I'd never see him again, but when I'm summoned to meet my arranged fiancé from a powerful crime family, I discover my savior is Nicholas Salvatore—the ruthless mafia boss and my intended groom's uncle.
Now, with just the two of us, he pins me against the wall and kisses me frantically. "You tell me I'm a mistake, and then just show up to meet another man? Is that how you want to play this game, Cherry?"

Fire. Fire is everywhere. The sounds of screams are heard throughout our little town. People are scared. People are running for their life. People are on fire, and they’re still running. Still screaming. I hear someone calling out for me. Who is that? Oh, it’s my grandfather. “Hey! Listen to me, okay? We don’t have much time. You have to go now. You have to go and not come back here. Do you understand? I can’t go with you right now. But I’ll find you. One day, I’ll find you and we’ll be together again, okay? I need you to be good for him, okay? Be good for him. He’s going to protect you. I’ll see you again one day. I promise. Now go! Get out of here!”

"I want a divorce."
Rowan took the papers from her and signed it without hesitation. "Don't regret this later," he said as he marked his signature on the required space.
"Trust me, I won't," she said and snatched it back from him once he was done.
After three years of marriage to her childhood crush, Astrid is forced to let go when her husband's first love returns—with a child in tow. Blinded by the past, Rowan chooses the woman who once left him, over the loyal wife who stood by him. But Astrid knows her worth. She walks away not just from a loveless marriage, but into a life of ambition and power.
Unbeknownst to Rowan, the woman he so easily discarded becomes the mysterious business mogul taking the corporate world by storm. Now, as her name echoes through boardrooms and headlines, he begins to realize what he truly lost.
Regret burns in his heart. Desire resurfaces.
But will he be able to win her back when she is the center of many hearts? Will he be able to mend the broken heart he had destroyed?

Temperance comes from a rich to a poor family after her mom died. She is abused in every way possible.

It’s hard for her to trust people but when Alec comes into her life she can’t help her undying attraction toward him.

Alec is a heartthrob that has every girl eyeing him. His dangerous aura makes it seem like his heart is untouchable. As soon as he meets Temperance he realizes that he can’t seem to want to live without her.

His only goal now? To save her. Her only goal? To get out in any way possible, even if it means death.

Thrown out by her step mother, when Victoria was trying hard to find a shelter for herself and her sick little brother.. He appeared, an ugly looking rich man with a life changing contract..
She has to marry him and be his wife and in exchange he will give her a shelter and her brother's medical fee's.. She agreed for the sake of her brother and stepped into his world where lots of unknown dangers were waiting for her!! But, when the truth revealed, he turned out someone beyond her imaginations and her identity changed dramatically!! Yet, he won't not let her go!! Because, they have been vowed to be together till the end.....

Love turned into hatred, and now shes out for revenge.

Losing her son will lead her to revenge.

Iris Lou Ephraim is a humble woman who has never given up in a fight, but what if fate is her opponent? Will she still fight?

She did nothing but love the man he adores, so why is fate punishing her?

Don't think of her as a saint; she isn't. She is not easily thrown to the ground. She has the ability to kill you in an instant. Her outward appearance is that of an angel, but she is the devil on the inside.

HATRED

VENGEANCE, Is within Her.

Let us investigate the mysterious life of Iris Lou Clifford, a woman full of mysteries.

"If you hadn't played hero that day, Dayna," my father snarled, "we wouldn't be in this mess. Saving some random old woman and ruining your eyes! Do you have any idea what your medical bills cost us? Now a guy wants to marry you. Marry him quick and stop bothering us!"

I was just a college freshman when I sacrificed my sight to save an elderly lady from an ancident. But now, my own family called me a blind burden and tried to marry me away. Homeless and desperate, I accepted a proposal from a man I'd never seen, who claimed the woman I saved was his grandmother: marry him so he could take care of me.

I always think I've married some poor, ugly guy. But I have no idea my mysterious husband is actually Bradley Booth—a gorgeous billionaire heir and one of the most powerful men in the city!