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I'm Stacey Alexander, 30, a curvy one, top special agent and a businesswoman. I'm under mission in a VVIP club with my team to hunt down a heavy Mafia head who's loose on drugs and killing for pleasure at his point. While waiting for the bastard, I spot my baby sister in the club at the arm of a young billionaire, posing like an escort by the looks of it, though she should have been in a study night for her Harvard studies! I go bazooka in my head and follow them upstairs to the private rooms, all angry and heartbroken! I'm paying everything for her princess ass! When I land in the private room that has her and other four out of this world men, I get the biggest heartbreak from her words and attitude towards me, I shoot down the main bastard I'm here for, set free my baby sister from under my guardianship, and take a flight abroad on a last minute mission the same night, to detach from my pained heart and disappointment. Upon my return from my mission, my superior announces me that to compensate for the damages I and my team produced in that goddamn club because of our operation there, the owner of it, Brian Stredge, 26, a billionaire and a heavier than that bastard Mafia head, asks my agency to have me as his 'bodyguard' under the cover of a fake fiancée, because he's got deadly threats around him! I go against it because it's under my level to do that! Me?! To babysit?! Get the...out of here! And he's no damsel in distress! He's got an army around him and deadly himself as the big Mafia head he is! This damn playboy and heartthrob is driving me crazy to go on such a mission! But I accept it in the end.... I'm not allowed to refuse.... Oh.... I think I'll end up killing his ass....
Stacey's POV:
I'm in a big ass club for VVIP people with my team. I'm dressed like I usually am in such occasions. No, no cocktail or such dresses, or high heels. I'm in a pair of black leggings, some black leather flat shoes, a tank top which is in a darkish grey, a black blazer tight on my waist and going over my ass with some big golden buttons in a cross on my chest. The blazer is open in front from my waist down to better move in it. My entire outfit embraces my curves as I'm a curvy one, but the one that fires dicks around at my sight. Oh yeah.... Unfortunately for them, I'm not one to take interest in their sex drive. Ha-ha! And yes, forgot, my hands are gloved with a pair of black leather gloves with cut fingers. I'm here to work my ass out.... He, he, he....
My height? Well, I'm 5'38 feet tall. Yeah. My dark honey hair is loose and styled on my left side. It's wavy and goes over my shoulders, but it's not long. Single? Yes. Age? 30. Social status? I run a real estate business from my late parents. Single child? No.... I've got a 19-year-old pain in my fucking ass baby sister. Raising her on my own since when I was her now age, moment when our parents died in a car accident and blew my life off to an everlasting pain. Yep.... If I'm at least wearing makeup now? Noooo.... Ha-ha! I believe in a natural face. I've got nothing to prove to anyone or to attract unwanted attention, though that unwanted attention flies to me like a fucking magnet. Anyways.... Oh yeah, my full name is Stacey Alexander. Forgot about that, too. Ha-ha!
"Stace?" That's Matt, the one under me in the team, in my earpiece.
We're tracking a big shot Mafia guy and his people of the night. He's a criminal. Well, like everyone in Mafia is, but this one is a true psychopath, killing for pleasure once he's on his sniff of drugs. He's relatively young, 34, gorgeous male specimen, a fucking player in his all, and here to maybe get laid in one of the private rooms with some escort or lady of the night, or whatever else after a meeting with some other big shot. He's like a fucking cat wherever he goes, and you can miss him if you don't have keen eyes or you fucking blink, though he's towering and ripped in muscles. But his people always make sure to surround him and make him untouchable and unseen.
No, he's an Alpha guy and doesn't need people to protect him. He can handle everything himself. He's fucking dangerous if you don't match his level.
"Yeah?" I'm near the bar, with my hands at my back, straight in stance, chest out, chin up, with eagle eyes on the lookout. I have neutral lens in my eyes which live stream what I see, and I can see what others see at my orders, like a hologram, if I request that from the ones back at HQ.
It's one in the morning and the club is packed with the big guys, meaning millionaires and billionaires, and rich girls, and not so rich girls but wannabes. Music is thundering in the club and you can smell the mix of cocktail drinks and brand perfumes.
"He's not in yet. None of his people reached the premises. But the info is solid. He's a good friend with the owner of this club and having a meeting with him tonight. I'm across you and I've got a...slutty bitch dancing on my back.... Miss? Not happening. I'm a poor guy. Go and fuck a rich guy's back. Come on." I snort into laughter, under my lips as he's so fucking irritated and I see him shoving her into another on the dance floor.
Oh! Matt? He's no poor. He's fucking rich, handsome as fuck, towering and muscled like a Greek God. And he's got some ravishing emerald eyes with a messy raven-hued hair. He's wearing some Armani black suit tailored to his muscles, so no wonder that red head beauty was fractioning his back. Ha-ha!
"Don't be a bad boy, Matt. You're a gentleman in general." I grin at him across the room and he smirks at me.
"With the right people, darling. One like you, yes. One like her? You don't want to know...." He winks at me, raising his whisky glass and now sipping from it while I roll my eyes and puff. Shut the fuck up, loser....
"Behave, Matt. We don't want to draw attention to our plan tonight." He's devilishly grinning at me. Don't start it.... I'm narrowing my pissed off look at him.
"Want me to behave in my bad boy nature, darling?"
"Fuck you, Matt." Shit.... He winks at me and grabs the red head by her hair, turns her around, glues her to him, dancing, and kissing her fucking neck, with his eyes into mine, and his glass of whisky in his left hand aside. The red head is fucking wet on him, not an ounce against all that. I'm chewing from my left cheek, taking my eyes off it, continuing my lookout.
"Wanna go out?" The red head says as I hear her in my earpiece. Go, go.... He'll so fuck you.... Ha-ha! I'm not looking at them.
"What do you say, Stace?" He's whispering to me and the bitch is on a cascade of wetting her panties by her voice....
"I-I'm.... You can call me Stace if y-you want...." That fucking stupid bitch! Ha-ha! I'm laughing with appetite signaling the bartender to hit me with something. I won't drink anyways, but I need to get into the picture.
"I say you can fuck all you want after, bad boy. You know that. She's so fucking ready and a fucking beauty." He groans with annoyance. Yeah, he wants us to be a thing. Not happening.
"You're so bad, Stacey." Yeah, my middle name.... "You fucking kill me all the time...." But you never die all the way.... "Fucker incoming at your right. Don't make me become a killer before time, baby...." I've told you never to call me 'baby'.... Son of a bitch.... "He's checking out your entire back...." I'm hearing the red head squealing as he has probably dumped her from him.
Yeah, he's just playing with her. He's in his husky-Alpha voice. Let him check it out.... It's as far as he can go.... Yeppers.... I'm with a cocktail in my hand as I've been served. What. The. Actual. Fuck?!
I've spotted my baby sister in a fucking expensive golden cocktail short dress, giggling at some rich guy, similar to Matt in appearance, walking with him to the private rooms upstairs.
The guy has bodyguards and he's with his fucking hand squeezing her FUCKING ASS! I'M SEEING FUCKING BLOOD BEFORE MY FUCKING EYES! SHE SOULD HAVE BEEN IN A FUCKING NIGHT STUDY FOR HER HARVARD STUDIES!
"Stace? What's up? Stace? Why? I don't see anything.... Oh! Shit.... Stacey? Don't. Not now. Stacey!"
Yeah, he probably saw to whom I'm looking at and the guy at my back has grabbed my ass receiving a punch with the back of my left hand while my eyes are not escaping my whorish sister who's with her fucking hand on his ass now and I'm mental to fucking see that! The guy I've punched is over the bar something. I'm furious and walking with bad omen steps to where my sister is going all wet and with the fuck drive.
Study night, huh? I work my ass off to provide the best life for you and this is what you're doing at my fucking back?! WHY?! My heart is fucking my throat at this point!
They're already out of my sight as I've been on the other side of the club, but once I'll reach there.... OH! MAN! SHE'S DEAD!
"Stay there and watch the perimeter, Matt! I'll be back in due time.... I just have a little family situation...." I'm in my dry straight voice, breathing like a raging bull, delaying my steps on the stairs now as I need to fucking chill a bit and not fucking strangle her. Well, yeah, I'm a fucking killer among other things, and killing someone is for me like ridding a fucking bike....
"Stacey? Babe? Calm down. Please. Maybe it's not her...." IT'S HER! I KNOW MY FUCKING SISTER! "Don't create a mess at least. That guy is a fucking billionaire. I think I know him, but not sure." Don't care! Billionaire or not, if he fucked her, HE'S DEAD! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER! I ignore him and he sighs, cursing some for the situation.
My father is in an advanced state of leukemia and I've been taking care of him for the last four years. I dropped my entire CEO career, sold my company, and isolated myself with him to be there for him and his needs. I can't lose my dad.... However, all the money I had, which weren't pennies, are reaching red line, and my dad needs his treatment and surgery which cost a lot, and I have no other ways of paying but taking a job after four years of complete retirement from the working field on all sides. At 34, a curvy, former brilliant CEO in the public eyes and a rare and important person in the shadows under the name of Saint, I, Lacey Holtrey, need to get my ass back to work to save my dad. My best friend, Brenda, secures for me a job interview at one of the most reputable movie companies having as head a young billionaire and big mafia boss, Hunter Markle, with the looks of an Adonis and the built of a Greek God. Upon my interview there for the job position as the assistant/secretary of CEO Hunter Markle, things play another way, and from a normal job position, he requires a 24h assistant job from me right before I want to walk away from his office. The damn money I need for my dad take the best of my pride of not working under a younger than me and with not that innocent looks at me boss, so I accept it. But soon enough, my entire past from the shadows comes back like a hurricane.... “I’ve changed my mind, Miss Holtrey. The more I get to know you, the more value I find. Hence, the new salary. Plus, you will take a lot of work as I’m a busy man and lead an empire. You’ll see that the amount of work and time I will get from you, will equal the 100k.” It’s a Devil’s pact I’m signing here. And his name is Hunter. Suitable for the real him. He does air a hunter. Lacey? Dad…. You can protect yourself from harm.
Landing back home to my dad from abroad upon finishing my PhD studies should have been the happiest moment in my life, right? Nah.... A punishing to my soul and heart news hits me right from my father's lips. I need to marry Fredrick Shawn tomorrow morning, a 31 hot billionaire and dangerous mafia head, to settle a 40 million debt my and my dad's companies have to him as an investor. I, Mona Sandler, 26, curvy, genius, businesswoman, rebel, badass, with a life in the shadows even my own dad knows nothing about, break before this crushing to my all settlement between Fredrick and my dad to prevent the entire collapse of our companies. However, he's going to have me on papers only and I'll make his life a living hell. The name I possess in the shadows is Pandora Angel.... He wants me? He doesn't know what he's asking for.... But.... When I meet him for the signing of the marriage contract in his own office, something in me responds to him. Yet, I'm on revenge mode, and I'm not going to surrender to the crawling feelings he summons in me. To pay debts back? Okay. To be his real wife? HELL NO!
Her world as she knew was about to radically change. When her car crashed by accident in the gate of a billionaire hybrid, Thomas DiAngelo, Mika Reigna's life was under a death threat. The Red Moon was witness of the hunt while the 18-year-old girl was running for her life, after being bitten by the over 500-year-old vampire-werewolf with a youthful appearance and the looks of a heartthrob. Her footsteps were taking her in the heart of the forest on the vast dominion the hybrid had, to escape the Devil who was after her to devour her special human blood. Neither Thomas, nor Mika, knew what the craze under the Red Moon event was about to bring among them. She was human, but was she? Would he kill her, or would he protect her from himself? Would love, pure love, conquer their hearts for one another? Did they have a past connection? What significance did the Red Moon have for them? Was she going to accept her new fate that was destined for her since birth? Thomas DiAngelo was a cruel beast, but with a pure soul for what mattered. He was head of the Hybrids House, but also leader over the other eight supernatural houses around the world. In front of the human world, he was a ruthless businessman, feared by others. Every Red Moon event, he would lose control over himself and needed to be restrained by his people under chains and spells, to not go on a killing spree and attack the innocent. But that fateful night, when Mika crashed with her car in his main gate, nothing worked to keep him at bay, for her blood drove him insane in cravings and the unwanted hunt began.... The story and series will bring you vampires, werewolves, witches, banshees, and many other creatures for the houses stood for a certain species. You'll meet romance, supernatural, real world, business world, comedy, action, horror, betrayal, jealousy, friendship, brotherhood, and more. Red Moon Love is the first book in the Bloody Hunters Saga series.
New York City gives the start of a romance. Or does it? Selena Duchmond is a single 31-year-old Marketing Manager at a humongous real estate company for the last month. She’s a curvy girl, with a professional attitude, and nothing intimidates her, not even the hottest and wealthiest guys out there. Personal problems? Three million dollars in debts for her side family business since the economic crisis, and a shitty health. Are these problems keeping her out of being an Alpha girl in her all? Not at all. Nobody in the office knows about her problems. She’s just considered the fatty, arrogant ass. Oh! And the Ice Queen. Ice Queen? She keeps all male population in a friendzone manner or strictly business. Why? She doesn’t believe in true love. All attempts on her from guys are considered as fake and unreliable promises. Her only wish is to restore peace and stability in her family. When the hot billionaire is waiting for the Marketing Manager at the meeting who is kind of late, and lays his eyes on her, though she’s not his type in general, a strong impression envelopes his being. Seeing she’s not having any reaction at the sight of him, his interest spikes so much that the burning fire of having her urges him to accept the challenge of making her his…. What will he do to make her his? Will he take advantage of her financial situation to turn things into his favor? Will he be the fire that will melt the ice that traps her heart? Will she make him a one woman’s man? Will she surrender to him? Will their story be a romance of true, pure love? One thing is for sure, she’s his Angel and he’s her Satan.
Vivian I don't care about love. I don't believe in love. I don't do relationships or consider marriage. I get the hit of my life with my parents killed in a car accident leaving me behind with my 18-year-old baby bro. He's eleven years younger than me. I have a secret life which might be the reason for my parents' deaths. By day, I'm 29-year-old, good for nothing, lazy, Vivian Doreen. By night? Yeah, well.... That's another, crazy, story.... Upon my parents' deadly accident, my baby bro tells me that I'm a collateral in a 10 million dollars investment contract my folks signed with some billionaire. If not paid, I need to marry his billionaire son. Like, really?! No way.... I don't even consider that, though it does give me a shock to even hear SUCH A NONSENSE! David MY FATHER IS OUT OF HIS MIND! Me?! To marry someone?! What?! I don't love someone but marry! However, my lunatic dad has a last letter my mom left for me just before she died.... He's used that letter to become what I am today and exceed the level he was and is. I did that. Now? For him to give it to me? When I'm 27? Waiting for that letter since I was eleven? I HAVE TO MARRY THE ONE HE WANTS ME TO! He said that since then. Marrying someone he wants is the final condition to finally hand me the letter.... I'M GOING NUTS! NO WAY I'LL MARRY! Or will I? One thing is for sure. WAR IS COMING! SHE'LL BE MY WIFE ON PAPERS ONLY! The rest? No way.... Nope. I don't even know her! Not that it is important.... I WON'T MARRY! At the will reading for Vivian and her little brother upon their parents' deaths, next on the list, the lawyer has the investment contract. David and his dad come in and the War of Love BEGINS! None is wanting, and both are crazy. But what happens next? Let's just say that David has a switch on everything inside.... War is on though.... War Love is the first book in the Shooting a Hot Billionaire series.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...