Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity, or graphic violence. Isaac and Jessica were head over heals in love with each other, to the point that they were planning their wedding, talking about starting a family, and moving in together. That all changed when Jessica met, Alexander, Isaac's father. Alexander captivated her body, mind, and soul. He demanded her attention, her love, her innocence until nothing else in this world mattered to her, but him. "Once upon a time I loved Isaac, once upon a time he was everything to me, but over a few short months he no longer meant anything at all. It wasn't intentional, to fall in love with my fiancee father, but I could never regret it. He mesmerized me to the point where I tossed my morals to the wind and prayed for guidance. I craved him, I ached for him, I needed all of him. Alexander was off limits, in more ways than one, but that wouldn't stop the fire that burned between us. Our souls demanded to be one, how could we fight against fate?" How far will they go to be in each other's arms? Read to see how this tragic love story unfolds. "Touch yourself for me," he breathed. With a shaky hand, I slowly moved my hand down in between my breast, venturing lower. My breathing hitched as he spread my legs wider. His smoldering eyes hypnotized by my traveling hand. A soft moan escaped my lips as a brushed over my soaked panties. "Take them off." He demanded. I didn't even give it a second thought before removing them. Handing them to him, he brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Hungrily he stared at me. Bare and open to his lustful eyes. "Please," he begged. UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING/REVISION. -I do not own the rights to these images. © Copyright all rights reserved

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

Carlos Larves, he was the king of romancing (well in his head, he was). He knew how to trigger your self-control and he relished on your discomfort. He gave pleasure, the right amount of passion and if necessary there'd be just an ounce of pain. Carlos, he called himself the inducer. And for him Tori was simple. He wanted her beyond compare that no one else would understand because she wasn't just one of his usual conquests but so much more. She was different and he wanted her to feel what he could do before anything else. Tori Battes, she was a simple college student living in California who came from a small town in Tennessee. She needed a work when she decided she wanted to go on her own and when she finally got a work as a housekeeper, she didn't know she would be in the house of this so called "inducer" with a twist of an oblivious past history. There was a secret behind Carlos that she didn't even know to begin with, it was something she would have to find out but not until Carlos fucked with her mental stability first. Let's journey with them. NB: this story is intended for audiences 18+ years or older, but if you think this story would stimulate you, go ahead.

This is a fucked up story I began with, without any plan on how it would go so it's a twisted romance story, read at your own risk. There is several grammar mistakes that WILL be edited once the book is finished. Thank you for reading. ** So readers don't get confused; this is The mafias princess but with a new name. ** ~ Ame * - * - * - * - * - * Antonio Shadow, 26 years old. Antonio is one of the most feared mafia boss in the world. He's a cold-hearted, ruthless killer who tortures and kills everyone in his way. He loves things with violence, and he usually doesn't feel feelings towards people. * - * - * - * - * - * Nicole "Angel" Pryde, 18 years old. Nicole is a normal teenage girl with a happy family in South Italy. Everyone see her as an Angel and everyone is treating her with respect. What will happen when she get kidnapped by Antonio, the most feared person in the world? Read to find out! ** SLOW UPDATES ** Nathaniels name is now Antonio, if you see his old name somewhere please comment so I can change. WARNING! Mature language and actions. Read at your own risk. © All Rights Reserved

(Cover by: @mayamarip0sa- thank you!) TO REWRITTEN! Mia Feather couldn't help but fall in love with one of the most biggest Mafia leaders, Vincenzo Rossi. She was kind, sweet and innocent. Too good for someone as bad as him. Vincenzo Rossi was powerful, rich and Italian. Not to mention handsome. He could twist anyone around his finger including Mia. They were both young, madly in love and soon to be married, however one day she is left broken and cheated on by him. Years later they meet again. Will Mia forgive her cold-hearted lover? Or will she leave her ex fiancé again to move on? SEQUEL: Cristiano's Craving. BETTER STORY: NEPENTHE. Unedited. First Written: March 2018

ZEILA Damn, taken once a-freak- again, a woman can't catch a break In my world! a world only I'm In, since It's in my head, I'm the smartest woman alive and everyone wants a piece of my brain. They'll torture me for days just to have my knowledge about a freaking business deal! I've learn everything about defending myself but I can't always sleep with one eye open. I just want a break, to sleep peacefully at night and not worry about waking up with my wrist and legs bound, so when one hour of messing around with the government systems lands me in the white house with a pissed off president who demands me to be the first lady, I don't know if I'm In more danger if I agree or If I'll finally be safe for once in my life. AXEL After a year of the government all up on my ass about getting myself married, I finally found the women, I can't just have any random dumb bitch running my states no matter how good they can suck my dick. One night when I get an alert about a fucking hacker in my system, I decide to sit back, relax and enjoy the chase of the numbers and the sounds of my fingers tips hitting the keyboard. but when I saw who was behind the screen, I knew the United States of America finally got their first Lady.

Grace Ross had everything she needed in life, a steady job, kids, and happiness, until it was snatched away from her so fast it took everything in her to catch herself before she falls, she desperate now, shes looking, but failed in what she looking for, there's only one way to get her precious treasure back, even if it means selling her soul, little did she know she was selling her soul to a demon who'll give her what she wants, only if she gets it on with the devil Jason "Devil" Collision was angry he had to cancel his sex date to watch over a brat who wouldn't stop clinging to him, but stuff gets interesting when a woman with a head full of massive curls and beautiful brown skin, comes wheeling into his life, he decided to play with his food before eating it, he didn't had a heart, he doesn't give two fucks about anything, so why does his chest tighten when he realizes everything about her was a lie FOR MATURE AUDIENCE

the story of how Coen Nixon tames a wild, young girl from New York City using outlandish methods.

As I looked at them, both their eyes filled with lust looking over my body, I knew they were thinking what I was. Mine. ×××× One woman, two men. What more could you want?