Zoila inherited her autism from her mothe-and a longing for the gentle, steady love her parents share. But loud crowds, sudden noises, and unpredictable days make the world feel overwhelming. Then she meets Ezra, a quiet, patient boy who understands her in ways no one else ever has.

This is the sequel to 'His Unwanted Wife' Excerpt ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Get out! There is nothing left between us." Nathan yells. "What do you mean Nathan? We're married." His lips thinned. "My lawyer will be calling you about that." "Nathan." She pleads. "Why are you doing this? This isn't you." "Sabrina." He put a ton of emphasis on her name. "You don't know me, you don't have the slightest clue who I am. That sucker, you knew as a husband, no longer exist. You're going to see who Nathan Alden really is." He picks up the phone and hits a button. "Security, I have a woman here that needs to be escorted out of the building." End of excerpt What could possibly turn Nathan against Sabrina? ~~~~~~~~

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

Zaria DeLuca is ready to leave the past behind as she starts her freshman year of college. Growing up as a Black and Italian girl who never quite fit in, she endured years of torment from her privileged, mean-girl ex-bully, Alessia Valentini. But Zaria isn't the same girl she used to be-she's stronger, wiser, and determined to focus on herself. Enter Lorenzo Valentini-Alessia's 42-year-old father. Wealthy, powerful, and dangerously charming, Lorenzo is nothing like his cold-hearted daughter. When he and Zaria cross paths, he's immediately drawn to her confidence, her intelligence, and the fire in her eyes that refuses to dim. But he knows better than to get involved with a woman half his age-especially one connected to his family's dark history. What starts as innocent conversations and stolen glances turns into something neither can ignore. Lorenzo tries to resist, but Zaria is intoxicating, and soon, he's risking everything to be close to her. The catch? Alessia can never find out. As their secret connection deepens, Zaria is tangled in a web of desire, power, and family drama. Can she handle the fallout if the truth comes to light? And will Lorenzo choose love over reputation when his carefully crafted world starts to unravel? A steamy, forbidden age-gap romance with heart, scandal, and just the right amount of danger, D.I.L.F. is about crossing lines, defying expectations, and finding love where you least expect it.

Amora's life has never been easy but she never complained. Although it was only her mother and her that was all she ever needed to be happy and contented. When she lost the one person who has ever loved her her world seemed to have crumbled from beneath her feet. That is until one night of pleasure with a dark mysterious but sexy man changed her life forever. **Sexual content ⚠️Being edited ⚠️ ✨Highest Rank #6 in chicklit

She is lonely, deeply shy, and constantly aware of how she doesn't fit in culturally, racially, or physically. She finds comfort in Skye, who becomes a close friend, and slowly builds a quiet, secret connection with Yuri, a mysterious man who watches her from the shadows but always ensures she gets home safely. Their relationship simmers with tension, complicated by Ayana's sexual inexperience and Yuri's dangerous lifestyle. The two fall into a slow-burn romance that turns sensual, vulnerable, and increasingly intense. Ayana doesn't yet know that Yuri is involved in violent criminal activity the same world that threatens her safety.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

"I have to choose her" he declared. "You can't!! You have already promised me!!" she yelped. "It was all a lie. I want her only" Synopsis Vera Charlene, the concealed girlfriend of Zane Kingston. She remained hidden just to avoid any torment for dating nephew of most feared French mafia leader. However, her life fell apart as soon as she discovered the fact that her boyfriend dated her for fun and already had another woman to marry. Vera belted down alcohol like water at the club every night. Bawling out of control and spending her time in club mostly as a result of heartbreak. But one night, the information about the most feared French mafia leader finding for a wife permeated into her ears. She established drunkenly. Collecting every piece of her broken heart and walking straight up to the uncle of her ex, Ezra Kingston. And she said, "Marry me!" --- There may be french in here but since I only have google to translate, there may be mistakes. Please endure them. Thank you.

"Bend over and spread it Amore mio" he says as he walks towards me slowly I couldn't even move my weak and tired body even if I tried "One more mi amor just one more" he pleads as he flips my body into his favorite position All I could do was pray that I didn't die from one to many orgasms ------------------ Trigger warning ⛔️: there may be some triggering things in this story pls beware Started: August 18,2022 Ended: we don't know yet