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*SEX SCENES* *SUSPENSE* What happens when Carrie is offered a dirty contract to get pregnant for a Billionaire but falls in love with him in the process? What happens when she discovers that the Billionaire is a sex addict that can't control his sexual urge? But what if she also realizes she was played all along and was just a requirement for a stupid script? A baby is involved and the Billionaire's dangerous wife is also involved. Can she come out of this alive or will she fight for survival? She's just an innocent sweet waitress at an expensive restaurant with no one to help her...

SEX SCENES MODERATE VIOLENCE What happens when a sexy and cute bodyguard is contracted to protect you after you discover your life is in danger? Nina, a young and beautiful girl seeking to revenge for her mother's death fakes a love relationship with Greg Peterson, the son of a wealthy and dangerous family who murdered her mother. But when Kaden is assigned to protect her, she feels he would ruin her plans with his presence. She hates her new bodyguard who follows her everywhere with all her heart but when he puts her into seven SEX POSITIONS in seven minutes, she takes a drastic turn. What happens when she learns the whole truth about everything and that Kaden isn't really the guy she thought he was? Find out by reading this suspense filled story of love, sex and revenge.

WARNING!!! R18+ This book contains a lot of EROTIC Scenes... What happens when Leah's ex-boyfriend returns to take her on a sexual adventure after she has just found love? The door opened and I turned back and saw the shock of my life. Brian, my ex boyfriend was right in front of me. "What are you doing here?" He chuckled and walked towards me. "I'm back." He muttered and that sent a shiver down my spine. "You can't...." He interrupted with a deep kiss and held my breasts in his hands and I rolled my head back and put it on his shoulder and closed my eyes and let him massage my breasts for a few moments. This was all so sudden but the amazing thing was that all of his movements were slow and deliberate. He wasn't rushing through everything like all the other guys I've been with. It was as if he was...savoring me. After he massaged my breasts for a moment, he started to tease my nipples. He didn't just pinch them, but he softly teased them, getting them really, really hard. I wanted his mouth all over them but we were in a restroom and I needed to get to work, so I knew that would have to wait until next time.

*A LOT OF SEX AND MATURED SCENES* Karen Rodrigo, an innocent and poor waitress gets tricked into working at a sex club. When she learns about a huge secret, she is raped and left for dead. Andrew Silverado, the Billionaire CEO of one of the wealthiest organizations in LA secretly has a sex club where he recruits girls and make them sex slaves. He runs this secret sex club with his family members and they are unstoppable because they have the support of the cops and some influential people in LA. Now Karen is back with an opportunity for revenge on the notorious Silverado family. Will she bring them to justice or will that change when she falls in love with one of the Silverado? A story that will leave your heart yearning for more!!!

Oh no, what was he doing to me? I could barely control myself again and I wanted him at that particular time. "When he slid his cock into her pussy, her joy knew no bounds. She felt her inside receive him with a sweet response. She moaned pleasurably as he started thrusting into her." He continued. And that was it, I lost it at that particular point. I didn't even know when I let out a moan. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't. It was just so embarrassing. He stopped his story and stared at me for a moment. "Do you want my help?" He inquired with a smirk on his face. My eyes widened. He walked towards me and brought his hands close to my thighs, then slid his hands into my panties. ***************** Lisa has been maltreated by her adopted parents and just when she thought it was going to end, she gets sold to the Prince as a sex slave. Prince Richard, a sex addict who couldn't get his mind off Lisa as soon as he saw her. After finding out she was a novice when it came to sex, he goes on a quest to teach her everything that had to do with sex. Starting from sex stories to orgies, he was ready to train her to become a professional sex slave. But when he falls in love with her and tries to get married to her, the truth is spilled and their marriage gets cancelled. Will Lisa be able to find a way back into his heart again especially when there are a lot of enemies in the Palace or will she give up? *Matured Scenes*

I stood up and cleaned my tears. Still covering my breasts with my hands, I walked out of the court while all the guards stared at me. I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I located Blake's room in no time and found him on the bed with only boxers and a singlet. "What are you doing here?" He asked, emotionless like he didn't care about what just happened. Closing the door gently behind him, I muttered. "I'm here to satisfy you." He came down from the bed and walked towards me. "I like it rough and I don't want to injure you." He told me. I was willing to do anything to appreciate him for saving me from those blatant stupid kings. "Use me as you wish, master." When Hailey's parent dies in a car accident, her friend brings her to the werewolf pack where she didn't expect to get into the famous Werewolf Academy because she's just a human with no powers. Once Hailey makes the mistake of agreeing to be the Cursed Alpha's mate, her life takes a drastic turn and she becomes a slave to the Werewolves. The Werewolves have hated the humans for a very long time and Hailey becoming a slave to them only made things worse. But things aren't meant to last for long!!! When Blake, the Cursed Alpha falls in love with Hailey, he is set to save her but could he do that with evil and more powerful wolves in their presence? Could he save her or will she be the one to save him? A story of betrayal, passion, romance, revenge and love triangles. Please note: This book is extremely rated and it has a lot of matured scenes.

For Jayda, love didn't mean anything but when she accidentally meets her ex-husband in New York, her opinion seem to change. Jayda Rogers, CEO of a publishing company becomes devasted when she finds out that her car was stolen. After meeting a stranger who directs her to Henry, the leader of a syndicate who turned out to be her ex-husband. Henry decides to help her find her car but not without telling her the truth and a deep secret. "Ex-wife, we have a child together!"

When Karen gets convinced by her therapist to accept the contact of pretending to be Brody Taylor's girlfriend, she doesn't expect the worse to happen. Her life gets miserable when Brody's rich and arrogant family visits them. When Brody's mom secretly prepare a wedding for him to get married to Karen, secrets are revealed and a bummer happens. It was just a contract, she wasn't meant to marry him. This was not part of the deal. Will Brody and Karen truly fall in love despite the presence?

What happens when two sexually-active people stay in the same apartment? Leah, a young lady who stayed with Tony, her male best friend lives a life of pretence. Her secret becomes exposed after a one night stand with Gabriel, a billionaire. She decides to work for Gabriel and take care of his sick father but he wants more than that. He wants her! When Leah realizes that he's a cheat, she doesn't give into his desires. Events take turns and secrets are exposed. What happens when Leah's ex boyfriend comes back? Will she give into Gabriel's sexual desires to deceive her ex boyfriend? Find out by reading this novel.

When a group of human-teenagers survive the pandemic that wiped out Mars, they're stuck in Earth with no way of going back to their planet. Zoe Kentwood, the daughter of a cursed woman seeks to find solutions to their questions when they discover that they are not alone on Earth but are surrounded by monsters. When Zoe decides to help her people and falls in love with one of the monsters, will their plans to go back to Mars shatter? Will Zoe's infatuation for the alien cause war amongst themselves? A stranger is on their side, will he help them or lead them to their doom. END OF THE WORLD A story of betrayal, love and action.

When Lisa Montes gets to work with Alex Taylor, one of America's richest billionaire, she doesn't know the trouble she has placed herself. She's stuck in a love triangle between two men, Alex and James, she has to make a choice but regardless of that choice, none of the men is ready to let her go, she has to survive and find out who truly loves her. Find out what happens next by reading this story.

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

"Always." That was the pact. Ava, Ethan, and Jax had their entire future mapped out: University of California, Westwood, together, a perfect, unbreakable trio. Then Chloe Evans arrived. Sweet, charming, and seemingly innocent, she systematically dismantled Ava's life-from subtly stealing credit for her work to "accidentally" wearing Ava' s prom dress and grandmother's heirloom necklace. Ethan and Jax, Ava's childhood best friends, not only stood by but actively defended Chloe, constantly dismissing Ava's pain and valid concerns. "Don't be so dramatic, Ava," became their infuriating mantra. The final betrayal came at a bonfire when Chloe feigned a "trip" and intentionally seared Ava's face with a burning marshmallow. Yet, still, Ethan and Jax rushed to Chloe's side, pleading, "It was an accident! Forgive her, for our sakes!" Ava's heart turned to ice. This wasn't merely a physical burn; it was the searing truth of their blindness, their utter betrayal. They chose Chloe, every single time. Their "always" was a bitter, self-serving lie. Lying in that hospital bed, the sting of the burn a stark reminder, Ava made her choice. She closed the UCW application, opened a new tab, and clicked "Submit" on Yale. This wasn't just a school; it was an escape. She was charting a new path, alone and finally free.

I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.

I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored. On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground. He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths. He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée. He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony. The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own. It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail. I finally died. But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too. We spent years building a new, safe life. I even found real love with a kind man named Liam. I was finally happy. Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance.

The Montauk Highway rain slammed against our windshield, just like my stomach cramped with familiar, sharp pain. Marcus drove, his knuckles white, until his phone flashed 'Izzy.' My husband, always her loyal puppy, was gone in a flash. "Ellie, call an Uber. Izzy needs me," he' d declared, abandoning me sick and alone on that dark road. It was the ninth time Marcus chose his ex-girlfriend over me, his wife. The 'ninth goodbye' in a cruel bet Izzy orchestrated years ago: "Nine times, Ellie. Nine. Then you walk away." Each incident a deeper cut: my anniversary dinner, my emergency surgery, my grandmother' s memorial. I was just his convenient rebound, his 'consolation prize,' a pawn in their twisted game. Days later, after an elevator accident left me shattered and hospitalized, Marcus cradled Izzy, his terror only for her. I finally saw it with chilling clarity: he never truly loved me. My marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, orchestrated by Izzy from college. My love for him, that foolish, stubborn hope, was finally drained, leaving only an aching void. But the game was over. I had already signed the divorce papers he carelessly overlooked, ready for my freedom. When Izzy later set a vicious trap to publicly shame me, accusing me of assault, a mysterious stranger stepped in, changing everything. This was the end of a nightmare, and the beginning of my true life.

I' d finally done it. My resignation letter officially landed on Mr. Henderson' s expensive mahogany desk, putting a ruthless period on years of being Ethan Cole' s secret convenience. But freedom was fleeting. Isabella, his fiancée and my tormentor, summoned me to Ethan' s TriBeCa penthouse, wielding an old, whimsical sketch of mine like a weapon, then slapped me clean across the face. Ethan arrived, and instead of defending me, he smoothed Isabella' s perfect, glistening fake tears, dismissing me as someone who "meant nothing" -just "a release." Emboldened, Isabella snatched my portfolio, spilling my architectural dreams-designs for community centers-and pouring red wine directly onto them, staining my future crimson. Ethan then tossed a wad of cash at my feet, his voice flat: "For the dry cleaning. Now get out." I stumbled out into the New York downpour, each raindrop a tiny hammer pounding home the gut-wrenching humiliation of being so utterly worthless to the man I' d loved. How could he, the center of my naive world, watch as my dignity and dreams were drowned in wine, then casually toss money as if I were a broken possession? But in that deepest moment of despair, something snapped. I was done being their discarded convenience, their emotional punching bag; I would disappear and rebuild a life where my peace wasn' t for sale, no matter what it took.

The jagged glass bit into Amelia Hayes' s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God' s sake, I' m in a meeting." A sharp blow, then darkness. She awoke not in her blood-slicked car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun to kill her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia' s first life. The familiar ache in Amelia' s chest gave way to a chilling, new fury. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan desperate, unyielding devotion. She endured his coldness, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan' s circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. Her heart, once broken, now felt nothing but a hollow echo of unrequited love. Then, at a gala, a cruel act involving Eleanor' s ashes, and Ethan, without hesitation, shoved Amelia, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia' s head reeled from the impact. That was the final straw. No tears, no anger. Just a cold resolve. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I. Want. You. Out. Of. My. Life. Forever," she stated, her voice clear. She was reborn to be free.

My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world. Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir. Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really. Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights. He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen. My world shattered. His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge. My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state. That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later. My internship vanished. I was ostracized. And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child. Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia. Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments. He even desecrated my father' s grave. How could I have loved such a monster? How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family? I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine. The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating. With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die. And I did. Then, I woke up. It was the day before everything went wrong. And so did Ethan.

*Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances. Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride. xoxo. "Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium. The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me. "Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly. He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear. "Come for me, bluebird."

My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away. After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future. Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me. I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call. "Total genius move," he boasted to friends. His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding. Heartbroken, I feigned belief. I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies. He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency. After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first. He even tried to cut me off financially. How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster? His betrayal poisoned every memory. I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty. His audacity left me reeling. But I wouldn’t be his victim. Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed. I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter. I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.