Vickie Thoria

Lyra Flynn, a young lady in her early twenties, had a contracted marriage to marry the son of a popular loan shark called Rowan Darko in order to pay the debt of her father. She was given a year ultimatum to make the reckless and purposeless man fall in love with her, the only miracle she could perform to prevent her younger brother from being sold in exchange for their father's debt. Rowan Darko, a vibrant and cruel son of a loan shark, who treads on anyone that comes his way. He's bent on frustrating Lyra's life so she would leave him to continue living his reckless life. It all changed when Lyra met her old friend from the past who was willing to pay off her father's debt and set up a promising future for her. What happens when Lyra requests it after she meets with her old friend? Will Rowan let go of Lyra whom he has no feelings whatsoever for? Or would he lay claims to her as his own with their marriage as legal ground?

Isadora Nightshade, age 23, has spent the last twelve years burning with hatred for her father, who she blames for her mother's death. Hence, she has lived far away, out of his life and sight, for fear of being choked to death by his presence. Isadora is driven by a desire to avenge her mother's death and live an independent life. Rowan Duncan, age 28, a cold-hearted business tycoon, sees Isadora as a way to escape from his overbearing mother, who wants him to marry Magnus Ravensong's daughter. As their relationship grows, the stakes become higher, and the tension between them mounts. Will Isadora and Rowan find a way to overcome the challenges that stand in their way, or will their relationship be doomed by the forces working against them? Will Isadora be able to find justice for her mother's death, or will she be consumed by her quest for vengeance? Will Rowan be able to break free from his mother's control, or will he remain trapped in her web?

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.

The moment Emily saw Carlos, she instinctively tried to shut the door. But Carlos had already guessed what she'd do - he grabbed onto the doorframe in an instant. Carlos, "I was wrong. I know I hurt you. I really do." Emily, "If you want to repent, go to church." Aiden had already appeared in front of her. He flung Carlos's hand off the door and walked straight into Emily's apartment. Bam! The door slammed shut. Carlos didn't even see clearly who it was. Emily hadn't processed it either before Aiden grabbed her hand, spun her around, and pinned her directly against the door. He didn't bother walking a few more steps. His breath reeked of alcohol as he kissed her fiercely and without warning. Emily's mind was still on Carlos, who was right outside. With just a thin wall between them - and a door that wasn't even soundproof - the shame came flooding in from all directions. She was sure Carlos could hear every sound of them kissing. She whimpered and tried to push Aiden away. Aiden frowned and grabbed her wandering hands, pinning them above her head, tight against the door. He captured her lips again in a kiss that left her breathless. With heavy breathing, Aiden lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. "Say it. Say you only like me." Emily's ex-boyfriend Carlos had cheated on her. The girl he cheated with? Her uncle drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom. A few days after their breakup, Emily spotted that very Rolls-Royce Phantom outside the Imperial Banquet Hotel. Thinking of Carlos and that bitch Angela being all lovey-dovey, she couldn't help the bitterness rising in her chest. Carlos wanted to skip twenty years of hard work? Dream on. Carlos still wanted to be "in relationship" with her? Fine - she'd become their aunt in law. Let them have to smile and bow in front of her while trying to suck up. In that moment, Emily didn't know where the surge of confidence came from, but she smiled sweetly and knocked on the backseat window of that Rolls-Royce. The window rolled down slowly. A young, gorgeous man and his driver looked over. The man's eyes deep and mesmerizing behind his glasses. Emily's heart skipped a beat. Angela looks pretty average... but her uncle? He's ridiculously hot. Months later, Emily was cozily sitting in the backseat of the same Rolls-Royce, hand in hand with the elegant Aiden. Not far off, she spotted the cheater Angela and ex-boyfriend Carlos. She waved her fingers at them in a haughty, arrogant gesture. Emily,"Don't you know to greet your elders? Angela's face went pale as she slowly made her way over and said to the driver up front, "Uncle John" Emily, "...?"

Sara thought that four years of marriage was enough to inflame a spellbinding romance with Jacob. However, when he divorced her, she knew that their marriage was incomparable to the enthrallment of his first love. While she was gone, he realized that he was hesitant to let her go. Sara thought everything was over until someone knocked on her door. Her ex-husband smiled playfully as he pulled her into his arms and said, "I want to marry you again. Let's go home, honey."

"How I talk to my employees is not and shouldn't be your business." He started taking slow steps towards me while I kept moving back till my back touched the wall. There's no escape anymore. He pressed his palms on the wall, caging me in. I inhaled his intoxicating scent not wanting to meet his eyes. He slowly leaned in as I could feel his musky breath in my ear. "You defy me so much that I want to hurt you." With that he disappeared. The only evidence that showed he was here was just the sound of the closing 'Love? A mere word or feeling that makes us do weird and dumb things. I didn't want to love him. I didn't want to want him. I didn't want anything to do with him but the heart wants what it wants. He was my worst nightmare and at the same time my solace. He was my enemy and at the same time my friend. I hated him the most but at the same time I loved him the most!' ______________ Ivory Addams, a young waitress, is thrust into a dangerous world when she's kidnapped by a Mafia king who believes she holds the key to saving his son's life. As she navigates her new reality, she's faced with an impossible choice - marry a Mafia Prince or risk losing everything she holds dear. As she uncovers dark secrets and fights for her independence, she becomes entangled in a deadly game of power, love, and survival. Can she navigate this treacherous world and protect herself from becoming a pawn in their dangerous games?

He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.