He teases her. He challenges her. He fascinates her while he irritates her like no other. He drives her insane. He makes her...ughh, so mad she could scream! The only thing he won't do is let her go. Quincy: I'm a human living among the werewolves. My mom is a werewolf. She had a drunken fun one night with a stranger, a human. The union was not supposed to bear an offspring. I'm not supposed to happen, but here I am, an outsider. They all hate me but my Nana loved me. Then Nana died. They moved me to the pack house. Now, their old Alpha three times my age wants to make me his. That is not the life I signed up for. My Nana nurtured me a dream to go off to college. So I run. I run not because I'm a coward. I run to save myself. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I'll be so normal, even the most average normal humans will feel like freaks next to my normal ass. They will bow down before me and call me Queen Normal. Then I see him. The best specimen of men...but I know he's not human. He's not a werewolf either, so what is he? There's this pull between us but I know I shouldn't get close to his kind...whatever he is. The trouble is, he won't leave me alone. Caspian: I've been looking for my erasthai for decades. My mother dearest, the queen of all werewolves and lycans is pressuring me to marry Lady Celeste. I'm supposed to take over the throne from my father and make lady Celeste my queen. I want nothing to do with her. I want my erasthai. Then I saw her. She's a human. The most beautiful mesmerizing creature ever, and she's mine! I thought it's going to be easy. It should have been easy. Come on, ALL girls want me. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous! Mirrors weep when I walk past them. She refused to give me the time of the day. Well, too bad princess. I'm not about to let you get away. I'll crush all other competitions. I'm Prince Caspian. I always get what I want.

"If I wanted to fuck you, I would and there's nothing that ring on your finger can do to stop me." She drawled seductively. She's no longer the meek, prudent and soft spoken college mate she used to be. The only thing similar between Ophelia Vinton the shy schoolgirl and Miss O the PR guru, are the glasses- where Miss O's happen to be ridiculously expensive than Ophelia's. Lester DiLouis hasn't changed. He still carries himself with the same daunting swagger and self-assurance. His jawline couldn't be more chiseled as is his striking physique. He still resembles a god amongst mortals. When their paths cross again, each has mustered the art of business and games. Games of the heart; winning without losing. Absorbed with scoring, they miss the perilous, little flame they shared in the past as it slowly stokes to become an unstoppable inferno. Between playing with their hearts and playing with the fire, Someone is bound to get burned. Read to find out who.

"What do you mean I'm engaged?" I asked incredulously. "There's no freaking way I'm-" "Read it again." The lawyer in front of me says and I squint my eyes at him as I pick the stupid sheet of paper up and read it as he says, but I can't find it. The man sighs before speaking. "Number 9, sub-clause 7-d: I solemnly agree to a sworn promise of celibacy and to-" "Marry the man liable for my educational and living expenses..." I finish off. "Oh you've got to be kidding me, it's in the fine print!" I exclaim and the lawyer smirks at me. "Unfortunately Mr. A, does not wish to disclose any further information. But please enjoy your stay." The lawyer says and I squint my eyes at him. "Mr. A?" I asked and the man grins. "Stands for Mr. Anonymous. Has a nice ring to it, no?" The lawyer says and I fume as he packs up his suitcase. --------- Darcy Silva was your average high school graduate who was desperate for a way into her dream university. After finding her "dream" scholarship on an online newsletter, Darcy finds herself signing away and travelling to a new country- only to find that she'd been completely fooled. The scholarship covered everything she would need- she just didn't see one little thing coming- getting engaged to a total stranger.

"What if the right person is also your Mr. So Wrong?" *** Her lips touched and teased and coaxed him and he felt her touch in every cell and every bone. Soft and supple, her body was around him. Everywhere. She was everywhere. He was hungry for more, but he couldn't break this sweetness. Shy and timid, she kissed like herself. All so innocent, but incredibly passionate. The kiss was gentle, yet also fire. And he couldn't help anymore. He wanted more. He pushed her back gently and her back hit the wall and he pressed himself to her amazing body. "Ah." He thought. "Can I really stay away after this?" "I can't." She thought. ~~~ A guy, a girl, a contract and sizzling sexual tension brewing between them. Is it possible for them to come out of it with zero casualties? ~~~ "I'll give you a place to stay and I'll pay you, all you have to do is to pretend to be my wife for an year, in return. It is that easy." Or is it? With a contract, their deal is filed, signed and sealed with a kiss. Finally, Alexandra will have a home, have someone to back her up in the fight of getting back what is legally hers. Logan will have the revenge he wants against his ex-girlfriend, Stacy. Gambling with the matters of heart is just dangerous. You might hit the jackpot or you will be neck deep in heartbreak. It all depends on the cards that have been dealt to you. And they will both realize it soon enough, when their heart take over their brain. ___

"At least I did not lie the first time. I want you. In my bed. Warm and Wanton. No strings attached. I wont poked into your business and dont poke in mine. Do we have a deal??" Christian said seriously as if talking about some business deal. Kristine heart thumped and she went hot starting from her ears. How can he say that without blinking an eye. They were talking about sex like two consenting adults. How could she be so stupid to fall for someone who doesnt believe in love? "Okay. You got yourself a deal." she muttered. "And please dont fall in love with me," he added as an after thought. Geez. Your warning came ages late! Kris thought.

Sixteen-year-old Ellie Donovan knows what she wants - good grades at her new private school, a college scholarship, and, hopefully, lasting memories in the city on the coast where she moves with her adoptive mom. Aiden Kennedy hides too many secrets for a seventeen-year-old guy. He needs to keep his head above water and carry on until his coming of age. Aiden has no other choice. Too much is at stake. When Ellie meets Aiden on the first day of classes, both their lives are bound to change in a way they have never expected, making them question everything they thought they knew about themselves and the people around them.

"I'm a terrible dancer," I whisper. "And I guess the cowboy is much better than the city girl." My sarcasm is purely intended, and when he smiles heat courses through me. "The minute you start thinking is when you step on your partner's foot, Ms. Jones. Allow me to guide you, and show you what cowboys can do to city girls," he tells me softly, taking my hand about his shoulder, holding me securely. And damn, he's hot. __________________ When Kira Jones finally decides to take a six-week summer vacation, her best and only friend, Samantha, drags her to a trip out of California. What awaits on the way is something Kira has never fathomed at all, as her life gets a serious turn upon seeking the answer to her search. She meets a mysterious ranch owner whom her friend already has eyes for, and Kira finds herself drawn near him in a very strange way. Unrestrained attraction and something very intense will take Kira into a different dimension as far as her desire and principles are concerned. But what will win in the end between the power of love and friendship? Will Kira manage to make the right decision in the end in order to save her long life friendship with Samantha? Copyright ©2019 Grace Gervas

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

"My name is Rashiq Salim bin Fiqri Zafar, Crown Prince of Arandia and I need your help." "I'm sorry, did you say prince?" "Yes, and you, Ms. Walker are going to be my bride." She spluttered her coffee over him again. "What?!" Simply a business proposal... The last thing Annabelle Walker expected was a handsome, rich billionaire sheikh prince walking into her life and proposing marriage to her for a span of a year. Or even the fact that she would agree to his proposal. The next thing she knows, her life is never the same. Juggling between college and keeping their marriage a secret, there are more burdens and secrecy than before. Pressure builds during the day but is relinquished in passion-filled nights in her husband's bed... Or could it be more? Rashiq Zafar, Crown Prince of Arandia needs a wife and he needs it quick. When he sees Annabelle Walker, she fit his requirements perfectly. She needs money and he had money. All he needs her is for a year and they would walk away unaffected. But the last thing he expected was new emotions to follow his decision to get married... _____________________________________________________________ Okay, I've been getting a lot of offensive comments on his religion and race and bla bla bla. I just want to let you know that where I come from, I do know the basic customs and I think some of you are being too offensive for a fictional story. This story has absolutely no relations to religion. At all. All I did was select a certain nationality for my main lead. Plus, its a fictional country! I have done my research and I do not appreciate people saying my characters are going to hell and stuff. So, I've changed the name a bit and removed the "bin". Once again, I'll say this, this story has some sexual content so if you are sensitive to it either due to morality or religious reasons, please do not read any further. Thank you. PS: The rest of you, do enjoy!

Walking pass these beautifully painted and carved palace walls, the sounds of her high heels clacking against the marble floor as she made her way down alone echoed. Walking towards to the dead end with a door her left hand with nails that is perfectly coated in a dark red she grabs hold of the door handle. Looking behind she sees nothing but emptiness - Closing her eyes which hid her violet eyes she takes a deep breath - She's ready. Yet the question is - is she heading backwards... or forwards?