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[COMPLETED] "I want to help you...to bring your name back" - Freen Sarocha "My career ended long ago. This is what my life meant to be now.." - Becky Armstrong Will things go back to how it used to be? Will things repeat again for the second time? 18+

Fahlada Worachai, a powerful, wealthy businesswoman with ties to the underground mafia, appears to have it all-money, power, and her adorable daughter. Earn Sarikanya Vichitranonda, on the other hand, comes from a middle-class background. She's a popular actress and model, known for her infectious smile and bubbly personality. What Earn doesn't know is that the hardships her family faces are a result of a long-standing feud with Fahlada's family. Both women are unaware of their intertwined fate until a chance encounter changes their lives forever. ••• "Do you remember how you used to look at me?" Earn continued, her fingers trailing lightly down Lada's neck. "Like I was the only thing that mattered?" "Earn..." Lada's voice was barely a whisper, filled with an ache. Earn's hand glided up to Lada's lips, teasingly tracing them. "These lips used to be mine." The intensity in Lada's gaze deepened, and she felt her defenses weakening. "I miss everything about you," Earn confessed, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to Lada's throat. "The way you touched me... the way you made me feel."

'Love mhmm I swear Nothing happened he's just a friend ' trying not to moan as there's alot of guests down stairs , 'I warned You , fucking Told you didn't I sunshine , you're my to Love , you're mine to touch , you're mine to fuck , her seductive tone mhmmmm Freenn ahhh , A/N THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING RE-WROTE SO PLS AVIOD THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES ●WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT ●MENTION OF SUCIDE This work is copyrighted by [Ifyoucouldhealme] © [2024]. All rights reserved. Any unauthorized use or reproduction is strictly prohibited."

'𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙽𝚂, 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝙱𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.' "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡, 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎." ♕︎ A 27 year old, secretive blonde came to New York City and became a professor at Elite Academy, where she has a calm personality, but no one knows her. Until, she saw a certain kind of girl... ♕︎ Rosa King - King is a 19 year old, with two best friends who's families are famous, making them talk of the Academy. Rosa is a lay-low kind of girl, that will attend all classes, perfect grades, good reports, and in the role of being a photography model. She doesn't like to really socialize, but she has a body and face, that turns all heads in her directions and definitely she's independent to not want anyone. But what happens, when a new secretive blonde came into her picture, even when it's not a good nor safe thing? What will be the aftermath? I own all rights to this book. This book is reserved and copyright. 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 & 𝘀𝗲𝘅.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

Raelynn Clarke is a club owner. She's happy in her little world and is known for sharing her bed with women who are willing. Grace Brenner lives for her work. Since being betrayed by her ex fiance, she avoids any and all romantic interests. Two very different people. One chance encounter. A second chance.

When working at a failing high end restaurant in New York, Mariah Breaux knows every corner about scraping by. But when an unknown event is thrown at the restaurant by a notorious mafia, and she is asked to cater for their upcoming event for a large sum of money who is she to decline? Little did she know the event was to welcome the families new leader of the mafia, their daughter, Nova Casper.

If I needed to, I'd break every bone in my body just to feel her love. It's so soft and pure. It's not something you just throw away. She's not someone you just throw away. - Stella Perez.