Lana Adler

Elizabeth Taylor gave Sofia Roth a subtle nod, as if to calm her, before turning her full attention to Cloe. Her gaze was sharp, unforgiving. "This is not your home, Cloe." The words slammed into Cloe like a blow, knocking the air from her lungs. She froze, her body stiffening as the weight of the moment settled over her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Elizabeth cut her off, her voice like a blade slicing through Cloe's hope. "Meet Ethan's fiancée, Sofia." The words hit Cloe like a thunderclap, a shock so violent it felt as if lightning had struck her to the core. Her body stiffened, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. Fiancée? Ethan's fiancée? Her eyes darted to Sofia, who stepped forward with a cruel smile, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yes. Fiancée. I'm pregnant with Ethan's child." Cloe's world shattered. The words slammed into her with the force of a thousand storms, and she staggered backward as if physically struck. Her knees buckled, her hands clutching her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. Pregnant? With Ethan's child? -------- Cloe was not ready to give up. So she received a sex tape from Sofia Roth. A sex Tape The man's face was deliberately obscured, lying back on the bed, while Sofia's naked body moved atop him, her large breasts bouncing as she rode him with exaggerated enthusiasm. Sofia's face, however, was clear. Her eyes locked onto the camera with an unmistakable awareness of what she was doing. Her moans were loud, theatrical, and filled with purpose. She threw her head back, calling out, "Oh, Ethan... love it, babe." The hands of the man beneath her, though blurred and devoid of identity, reached up to grip Sofia's breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sofia's moans grew louder, her voice filled with pleasure as she called out again, "Ethan, baby... you're the best." ------ Three years later. She stepped cautiously into her apartment, her heart racing as she noticed the dark figure seated on the living room sofa. The shadows of the room made it hard to make out who it was. Her breath caught in her throat as she instinctively gripped her bag tighter. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The figure stirred, slowly rising to his feet. Ethan, unable to believe his eyes, stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. It was her. Cloe-his Cloe-right there in front of him. The woman he had thought lost forever. She took a step forward, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice firmer now. Ethan felt like the world had stopped moving. The woman standing before him, looking at him as if he were a stranger-how could she not know? His emotions collided within him, confusion, shock, and an overwhelming sense of longing. "I... I am your husband," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with disbelief. She froze, her face contorting in shock. "My husband?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words. She took a step back, her confusion deepening. "Who are you? And what kind of joke is this?" She refused to recognize him.

Maximilian Scott was injured in a dangerous mission. He lost memories of his past. He came to know he has a wife and a son. But a mafia clan leader has taken them away. Now Maximilian needs to find them. Maximilian reached, asking for a help to another Secret Agent, Marvin Oslo. Who exactly looks like Maximilian Scott. But during the search, both secret agents uncovered some horrible untold and unspoken stories in the elite world. Will Maximilian Scott able to find his missing wife and son? Which big surprise is waiting for him after 5 years?

Armin Rodríguez Suegra is the only heir among one of the most powerful and rich Nobel listed families worldwide. When he was just three years old, he developed emotions for the breathtaking Seraphina Holland. Armin has given it much thought and decided that his best choice is Seraphina Holland. Armin was hopelessly smitten with Seraphina Holland all his life. Armin claimed Seraphina was meant to be his. Should I not have her, no one else can have her. Armin broke the family and everyone else to marry Seraphina and formally name her Mrs. Rodríguez. Armin's family was disappointed but was unable to inform him a big secret meanwhile. A few years later, to Armin's surprise, a gorgeous royal blood princess graced his life. But the shocking Truth was the royal princess was his real wife. Armin found the disclosure shocking and confusing. Armin already had too late to learn all his family had been keeping from him. Seraphina was never his wife? He was actually married to a beautiful princess? Armin found it shocking. He was depressed since he felt let down by all around him. The royal princess is indeed quite beautiful, unmatched. But the situation gets more worse when Armin's uncle, Ivan Anderson Suegra steps into The princess's Life without any notification. The jealousy mixed with anger consumed Armin. Who then was meant to be Armin's wife from birth? Beautiful and mysterious princess or Seraphina Holland? Who was really born to be mine? Claiming back his missing wife!

"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.

[DARK ROMANCE STORY] "Who sent you to me?" the man asked. His fingers traced every inch of Natalie's beautiful face. "No one." She remained expressionless. "Liar!" Mr. Vittorio grabbed Natalie's long hair with such force that she winced in pain. Tears finally dripped from her eyes. Natalie thought being imprisoned by her ex and losing her modeling career was the most horrible thing in her life. However, she was wrong. Being auctioned off and bought by Don Vittorio was far more horrifying than anything else!

•••[Excerpt]••• "Stop... Stop!" Rosana's voice quivered as tears of fright brimmed her vision. She had been crying for hours, but not because she was leaving the beautiful life she had planned with her fiance behind. She was crying because her newly wedded husband had tortured and murdered a man mercilessly on their wedding night. "Stop, please..." He ignored her. "No... Stop touching me. Take your bloody hands off me!" Indeed, his hands were covered with the blood of the man he had killed earlier. But he didn't care. "S... Stop touching me!" He grabbed her neck and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "You shouldn't make me do this on our wedding night, Bambolina. You are mine and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want, till death do us part, Mi Amor" ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Rosana Marcello was already living the life she had dreamt about. With her boyfriend-turned-fiance by her side, nothing could be more perfect. Some weeks before the wedding, she was called back home by her parents and welcomed with devastating news. She had been betrothed since when she was a little girl but never knew. Now, he has come to claim what is rightfully his. With or without her approval. He is deadly, He is evil, He is the ruthless Sergio De Niro, known by everyone. Rosana can't escape this. She can't run away from him because he will comb the world and kill everyone in it, just to find her. She is now his possession, his property. It's either she tames him and melts his cold heart or he breaks her into a thousand pieces. Will she succeed or get consumed by his burning hell?

He was dubbed the Devil's incarnate because of his fierce persona. After all, he was the feared, ruthless American Russian mafia Don Vladivostok Konstantin Kostya. Love wasn't meant for him, he had his demons until he met her. She was never enough, she was the thorn amid beautiful roses. Everything she wanted and had was taken away from her and she was ok with that, having only a boyfriend who loved her but soon that too was taken away. After she had just returned from a date with her boyfriend Zeus, she got the news. "Get ready Margaret. You'll be getting married tomorrow." Those were her father's words, he said them with coldness evident in his voice, no sign of compassion in his eyes. The moment she heard those words her world crumbled, and her heart ached as she felt her breath get stuck in her throat. And when she found out the identity of her soon-to-be husband she thought it was the end of her. Never did she think it would happen but she fell for him, the man she was supposed to hate!

Dark, frigid eyes look back into hers. She flinched and moved her eyes over the floor to avoid his stare. How could someone be so gorgeous while still having eyes that were too chilly to look into? Who the hell is this guy? Gosh! Is he a human? How come his eyes are so dark and cold? Mia couldn't stop thinking about these. Bryan Chapman, the Mafia leader and also a dancer, popularly called 'Lord' and immensely feared by his subordinates, took Mia as a sex slave in compensation for her father's debt. Mia had no choice except to dance to his tone to escape further agony. Find out how Mia Donald and Bryan Chapman's love tale turned out.

"I-I swear I didn't mean to enter this house. I got l-lost. I am s-sorry sir." She politely said taking a step back only for her to froze in the spot. "Seal" He smirked when the main door of the mansion got sealed just by his one command. He could see how much she was trembling in fear. She looked like little innocent lamb trapped by the giant wolf who was toying with her before attacking her to his fullest. "Now my lady I am a gentleman I don't like to send my guests back without showing my hospitality. Especially uninvited guests." He said as his smirk widened. "Just look at you. An epitome of perfection." He said pointing at her head to tow before creepily darkening his shiny orbs. "And Perfection is made for only perfection. Which means you're made for a man like me." This was enough to make her run to the door faster than hurricane. A Story about a Narcasstic Mafia boss who considers himself a Greek God with insane power he holds. And a poor insecure naive girl who had been entangled in a relationship which couldn't even be called as one. WARNING: MIGHT HAVE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.

“You belong to me! Lisa, every fucking part of your body is mine!” Trey growled hoarsely, as his hands around Lisa’s waist tightened. “No, I’m not!, let go of me!!” Lisa said, pushing Trey on the chest. “I hate you!” After receiving divorce papers from her husband, six months after their marriage. Lisa tried to make their marriage work, but was shattered by her husband’s affair with her cousin. Feeling betrayed and broken, she left to start afresh. Six years later she becomes the most powerful woman in the underworld, and a genius Doctor in the outside world. What will she do when she finds out the mafia who kidnapped her son for ransom to lure her to come and save the life of his dying fiancé is no other person but her Ex husband? Will she put aside her hatred towards the two and save her cousin’s life? or watch her die? Will she forgive her Ex husband for kidnapping his own son? *** Trey Collins, a ruthless, domineering and powerful CEO in the business world and a ruthlessly merciless man, who wouldn’t blink at the idea of murder, torture and making one disappear from the face of the earth without a trace in the underworld. Every lady in Pearl city dreams of becoming his woman, but terrified of him, by his powerful and deathly aura. Trey married Lisa to spite his girlfriend, Valerie and would divorce Lisa after Valerie returns. But Lisa refuse to sign the divorce papers. Now everything reminds him of her after she signed the divorce papers, and left. He thought she didn’t want to lose him? He thought he wanted her out of his life? But No! He needs her. He must reclaim what is his and his alone!!

Nikolai was facing me. Those full lips stretched into a wolfish grin, strong arms flexing at his side and those honey coloured eyes piercing through my soul. Gods, you really took your time with this one. He was so damn beautiful. I gulped and Nial skid to my left his hot body centimetres away from mine, his musky fresh scent enveloping me and those eyes. Those fucking brown eyes, warm and so full of love. His smooth skin glinting in the lit hallway just begging to be kissed and licked. "Like what you see, Love?" Nikolai muttered, sensual and that accent did things to me. My pussy throbbed involuntarily shutting out any comprehensible bone in my body, my brain included. My cheeks burned for eyeing them so shamelessly and I slightly shifted on my feet bumping into Nadei's front making me blush even more. "Love, we're going to kiss you, now." **** Nineteen year old Sofia never had thought that her kindness was a bad thing. Always trying to help those in need and always doing it with a bright, beautiful smile on her face. She was the epitome of an angel to most. But one fateful night had changed everything in her life. After saving a strange handsome man, she found herself thrust into a whirlpool of desire and possession. The handsome turned out to be the most infamous, dangerous Russian Mafia. What's worse, there are more than one man that want her so much. Three Mafia brothers kidnapped their shared wife, and never wanna let her go. Will she successfully run away?