[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

"Stay for the night, Cara" I bit my lip as Nikolai continue to kiss down my neck. He slid his hands further down cupping my butt. I let out a squeal as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I threw my head back and moaned as he rubbed his raging hard on against my dripping center. " I ne-need" my breath came out in short pants as I continued to rubbed myself against him. "What do you want, Cara Mia?" He whispered, his hot breath tingling my ear. "Tell me." "You!" I gasped. I felt him smile against my neck as he pushed a finger inside of me. And another. And another. "Faster!" I rasped. I held on to his shoulders tightly as I felt my muscles clench around his finger. "Oh God! Oh YES!" I screamed as he fingered me faster. "Look at me, Cara" he growled. Slowly I opened my eyes and stared into his emerald green ones. "That's it, baby. Come for me" "ANNIE!" Lucca's tiny voice sounded from the other side of the door. My eyes widened as I stared at Nikolai in horror.

We all have that one person in our lives that has a special way of getting under our skin more than anybody else possibly can even by doing the simplest of things. For Claire Adams, that person is Luke Evans. Growing up in a small town, all Claire has wanted since she was little was to finally leave the dead end town that held too many painful memories to be called home. To her, home was the people around her and when a boy by the name Zack Woods who appears to be related to her best friend moves into town, she is determined to make her home one person larger. But what happens when what you want is taken away from you by your sworn enemy? Why, you create a plan of course. But this isn't any normal plan. This will take intelligence and skill and, much to Claire's dismay, it will also take Luke Evans. As the two fake a relationship in hopes of making Zack jealous, Claire may come to realize how little she knew about the egotistical boy next door. The hard part may not be making the lies appear to be true, but realizing that the truth isn't another lie.

Torn away from her long-term boyfriend into an arranged marriage by a century old binding contract, Alice Fabray is trapped with a man she barley knows. Will she find a way out or will the two just have to learn to love each-other?

“NEVER give up; NEVER lose hope. Always have faith, it allows you to cope. Trying times will pass as they always do. Just have patience, your dreams will come true. So put on a smile, you will live through your pain. Know it will pass and strength you will gain.” Lydia Cook had it all when she was a twenty-three years old bachelorette. She just recently got promoted as a personal assistant for her boss, she have a very loving and supportive parents, brothers and sisters that works hard and great friends that always there for her. But when she reaches the age of twenty-four, her boss retired and replace by a man she despites. At the age of twenty-five, she lost her father. Things are falling apart for her and her family. Her mother had a weak heart and can’t work much. The café they owed is only enough to pay for the bills for their home and the café. Her wage is enough to pay for the tuition fees of her brothers and sisters. The money her brothers and sister earn is enough to put food on their table. But she knew she can still rely on her friends or so she thought. Her mother needed a heart transplant and when she needed their help none of her so-called ‘friends’ helped her. When she’s about to lose hope, a person she didn't expect lends her a helping hand but with a price. Marriage Harvey Omar Thompson aka H.O.T. is a man with many secrets. He is charming, intelligent, good-looking, ambitious, rich and very mysterious. He was only twenty-five years old when he took over the CEO position from his uncle. But to Lydia he is an arrogant man and self-centered who doesn't care about others but himself until he offered her his help. A help she could not just brush away and for the sake of her mother’s life, she swallowed her pride and accept the offer. Little did she know that her life was about to turn into one roller-coaster ride.