DREAM CHASER.

For once, I had the opportunity to be happy about going to the Alpha High School. It’s a school for only the rich. Like, very rich and I only got lucky because Mr. Douglas is one of the rich in MIAMI, IF NOT THE RICHEST. I connected my headphones with a lot of excitement. Yeah, that’s me; I’m actually a music freak. I love singing with passion. I played one of my favorite songs as I closed my eyes, enjoying the song. It was “kiss me again” by The Loverboys. Okay. Who are the LOVERBOYS? The Love Boys is the most popular band in the United States, originally made up of five young, Crazily Handsome, and Sparingly Wealthy Boys. Leo, Aaron, Jack, Lucas, and Oliver. But, uncannily, things changed about them and it all started four years ago. Nobody knows exactly what happened to them, but we’re all sure something big must have transpired between them, especially Leo and Aaron. Leo uncannily left the band and since he left, Aaron also changed. Aaron was a happy flirty guy, but since Leo left, that happy personality of his died off, and he became a sad quiet introvert. Emma, What Happened To The LOVERBOY'S.???

WARNING: EROTICA ONLY. This story contains a lot of mature content. It's all erotica and if you ain't interested in reading erotica don't bother opening any of the chapters. Emma Wilkinson is a 17-year-old girl who likes to party and get into trouble. Problem being, she doesn't care about school enough to go so she is homeschooled with a private tutor. His name is Professor Green. Finding him down right annoying and obnoxious at first, Emma soon finds herself wanting more than an anatomy lesson on paper. "I just met you, Mr. Green." "It's Green, not Mr. Green. Call me Green." "Whatever. I just met you like yesterday and I've sucked your d*"k and you ate me out and you're married." I said and he sighed. "Yes, I do f"k I know it's wrong. You're seventeen and I'm thirty." He said and looked at me meaningfully. Oh god, he's hot for a thirty-year-old. I need to focus. "Then leave it at that." I sparked and my face soar. I can't deny I didn't enjoy it because I did. But there was so much more I wanted him to show me. As I wanted him to choke me, spank me, tie me up, use handcuffs, a f****g whip for all I care. Because I wanted him to dominate me and f**k me... hard. But reality hits me. l just met him, he's thirty, and he's married. That's how it all started and Emma was flabbergasted by the crevice.

Amira Ben didn't meet her mother. She was abandoned and abused by her father who blamed her for the death of his wife, Mia Ben. Amira's mother had died while giving birth to her. Since then, she'd no nothing but hatred and abuse from her narcissist stepmother who persecute, abused, and victimized her without any wrongdoing. Tears become her daily food because there's not a day Sara won't make her feel pain and the memories of her mother's death giving birth to her. To this day, the memories bring her to tears and have terrified her of having her own child. However, she took the opportunity not to fall into the wrong hand as she met Oscar who took care of her wellbeing. Oscar was handsome from the dept of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice. Tall sculpted face, broad shoulders. He was the kind of handsome that could easily get into anyone's bones, making them defenseless. 'HOW DO I MANAGE TO GET TO KNOW THIS GUY ON MY 18th BIRTHDAY, THAT IS IRRESISTIBLE TO SOMEONE OF MY KIND.' She thought to herself as she was engaged publicly in a shopping Mall. But the two-year marriage left her nothing but despair. As she was forced to sign the divorce papers. However, she was so lucky as she travel around Europe and she met a man and got engaged for the second time, but Amira walked out of her engagement party. She was terrified of having another public engagement, which meant exchanging the delights of a bride for the embarrassment of a deserter. Olivia, Amira's neighborhood had similar issues with her, as Olivia never attended her public proposal because she doesn't like being put on the spot or being made to feel obligated to say yes. And she made it clear to her fiance that she would hate a public proposal. As the very idea gives her hives and makes her queasy with anxiety, and she skipped her public engagement.

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...

I was the Luna of the Stone River Pack, the fated mate to the Alpha, Gallagher. But he gave all his love and gentleness to a fragile human girl named Carson. In my past life, on the day he publicly chose her over me, I cried and begged him not to go. My desperate love only disgusted him. He and his human lover eventually threw me into a cold, blood-stained dungeon. While he used my Pack's resources to pamper his mistress, I was left to writhe in the soul-tearing agony that the mate-bond inflicts on a betrayed partner. I was tortured, stripped of my dignity, and ultimately died a pathetic death, my heart crushed to dust. Until my last breath, I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess's fated bond meant absolutely nothing to him. Why did my blind devotion and absolute loyalty only earn me a brutal, lonely death in the dark? Opening my eyes again, the phantom pain of a silver blade slicing my throat woke me up. I looked at my unscarred hands. I was reborn. I was back to the exact day three years ago when the tragedy started—the day he first chose her. When he looked at me with arrogance, expecting my usual crying fit, I just stared back with dead eyes. "Good riddance." As he slammed the door to comfort his lover, I calmly picked up my phone and accessed his unlimited black card. This time, I will use his money to build my own empire.

Ivanna had everything: a stable marriage, a promising career, and the love of the man she had fought for, even against his own family. But when she finally managed to conceive, fate tore her happiness away in the most heart-wrenching way imaginable. Her husband had wanted a child... just not with her. She made the hardest decision of her life: signing a divorce agreement that left her with nothing. She left without looking back, her heart shattered, carrying a silent promise never to return. Until now. Four years have passed, and she's back in Boston, the city where her dreams were once shattered-with a new life, newfound strength... and a secret that will change everything. She is no longer the same woman who left in silence. And her ex-husband isn't prepared to uncover what she's been hiding. What will happen when the ex-wife returns with the one secret that might ruin him... or redeem him?

I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce. Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence. When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway. They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher. "And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop." The revelation chilled me to the bone. My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred—none of it was my fault. It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted. I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city. One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged. But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man. It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage.