'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Jules: A year ago, I had it all. The perfect job, the perfect life, and the perfect fiancé. Christian Allister Lukov was the most insufferable, arrogant, yet deadly charming man I knew. A manipulative and intelligent liar disguised in Tom Ford suits. One I fell in love with. Fate threw us together and I mistook his deception for love once. I refused to make the same mistake again. But it just took one little disaster for me to run back into his arms. I desperately needed a date to my brother's wedding, unfortunately, my options were limited. With a family that pounced at the first taste of drama, my broken engagement had become my dirty little secret, and when time came for me to bring a date to the wedding, I was left with no other choice. Christian knew his way around the world, he knew how to make people love him and hate him. I learned my lesson and I would always choose the latter. But in desperate need of a fake fiancé that my family would adore, I made yet another bargain with Christian Lukov. But there were conditions to everything, even love. ... Christian: I may have lost Jules a year ago, but I still had it all. Somewhere between meeting my little sister's annoying best friend and then hiring her years later to become my assistant, I had fallen in love with Jules Evangeline Declan. I would have given the world to be with her but Jules was the one to throw away everything we'd built. When she came back to me a year later, demanding to put a ring on my finger again, I had my suspicions. But I was an opportunist and there was no rest for the wicked. Ever since Jules walked out of my life, I'd been a mess. I lost a fiancé, maybe even the love of my life, but I also lost a perfectly capable employee. One I desperately needed back. I knew my way around the world, I knew how to make people fear me and hate me. But nothing mattered when it came to Jules, I would do anything to have her in my life again in any damn way, even lie.

"Now since we are done with the introductions I have a question. Are you sure about this marriage?" I nodded "I am." He scoffed and leaned against the wall behind with hands in his pants pockets "Why? Because I have money?" What? "Are you impressed by this mansion?" I can be scared of Dad but he is no one to address me as a gold digger and say bullshit. "I don't care if you take me as a gold digger. You are no one who I am bound to explain anything to." I turned back to leave but he held my hand pulling me with a sudden force making our chest crashed against each other. He held my waist pulling me closer, suddenly again that feeling of nervousness filled me. "I am correcting you at this point, you are bound to tell me each and everything about yourself... you know why, because baby I will be your future. Soon you'll be so close to me that you'll be in the same bed as mine." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Alessandro D'Angelo, CEO of 'ADA Enterprises' and a mafia leader, hidden from the world. Ariana Lincoln, an internet news reporter, who is interested in knowing the secrets of this oh-so-saint billionaire. What happens when Alessandro knows about this girl who is desperately after him?

"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

[Editing] He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

One night stands are tricky. Especially when there aren't any condoms involved. ... Stila: the 24-year-old college graduate still living with a roommate. A gay roommate. She works as an assistant for her asshole billionaire boss, who's 50 and never brushes his teeth. He's also the CEO of Telecable, a brand kind of like Apple but better. Clyde: the 28-year-old man who is Forbes #1 hottest billionaire bachelor. He lives alone but is never alone. He spends his days as the CEO for his late father's old company, Tek83. Clyde spends his nights hooking up with countless women. What happens when the two meet? __ Cover by @Jenny_Lawry ___

Emilia I was so sure I'd never see him again. Not that I didn't want to. But not that I did. After all, he was the one that bailed on me. The one who threw away all those years we had for his own future. I shouldn't have been the one left feeling hurt. Yet somehow, I was. Seeing my best friend now, five years later, at my sister's wedding was the last thing I expected. But I never imagined I'd relive the heartache he left in his wake. And I never imagined falling for Adam Blackwell. Adam I wasn't supposed to see her again. Not that I didn't want to. A part of me did. A part of me always will. Emilia Feye was my best friend. Until I left her in my past and threw our friendship away. It was a mistake that haunts me every single day. It was between my best friend and my career. But I'm not the only one guilty. She did the same thing as me. Seeing her now, five years later, at my brother's wedding was unexpected. I never thought I'd have to suffer the consequences for the mess I made and the friendship I shattered. But I never imagined falling in love with her this time. I never imagined falling in love with Emilia Feye. ... Emilia and Adam meet again, five years after parting and going separate ways for college. They're not eighteen anymore. They're not so selfish anymore. And they're not best friends anymore. They caused each other heartache and now it's time to right their wrongs and make up for those mistakes. Now, in Marbella, Spain. Now, at her sister and his brother's wedding, the two meet again. Except this time, things are different. This time there's anger, frustration, pain, and regret. This time, they're not friends, they're a complicated mess. They call it friendship. We all call it love. . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"I AM NOT MARRYING YOU MR. KNIGHT AND THAT'S IT" I yelled. From where did you get this much courage that too in front of him? My my someone is trying to be savage today. My conscience said. I was heading for the door but he held my wrist and within seconds I was sitting on the table with him standing between my legs. Oh God this is so awkward. He glared at me. This doesn't feel good he looks really angry. "Eveline don't you dare raise your voice at me. This was the first and the last time you did it. IS IT CLEAR?" I nodded. "Words Eveline Carter. Is it clear?" "Y-yes." ************************************* Alexander Knight, 26 year old arrogant billionaire who doesn't believe in love and marriage. The only thing that matters to him is his company "KNIGHT INDUSTRIES". Eveline Carter, 24 year old simple girl who works as the head of the marketing department in her company, has a crush on Alexander Knight, the CEO of her rival company. What will happen when she will finally meet him? Let's find out in the story.

Sequel to 'I Sold My Virginity' Hi! If you're new. This is my second book. I suggest reading 'I Sold My Virginity' first. Please do so you are not lost at all. Joshua Maxwell bought something from Valentina Matrix. It was supposed to be a one time deal, but then he fell in love and they got married. Five years later Joshua accepts the truth and wants to be in Valentina's life again. Will she let him in? "How could you do this?" He asked softly. "Do what?" "Keep my son from me" "How could you file for divorce without an explanation?" "I... had an explanation" "Not a good one. So therefore I kept him a secret from you" "He can't be mine! I know you Valentina you wouldn't keep something that big from me" I wanted to turn around and slap him across the face. How dare he say he knows me? We were together for one year and apart for five. We didn't know each other at all. "You didn't deserve to be in his life. I'll give you an ultimatum" I said. "You can be in Kenny's life" I said quickly. "Or you can live happily with this girlfriend of yours and you will never see Kenny or me ever again" **All rights reserved. All of my stories are created from my imagination. My stories can't be used or recreated in ANY way. They are not to be distributed, rewritten, reposted, or copied in ANY way, shape or form.** #9 -Girlfriend (3-26-19)