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 fiancƩe, 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.... āIāve 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 Iām a busy man and lead an empire. Youāll see that the amount of work and time I will get from you, will equal the 100k.ā Itās a Devilās pact Iām signing here. And his name is Hunter. Suitable for the real him. He does air a hunter. Lacey? Dadā¦. 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. Sheās 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. Sheās 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 doesnāt 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 sheās not his type in general, a strong impression envelopes his being. Seeing sheās 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 hisā¦. 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 womanās man? Will she surrender to him? Will their story be a romance of true, pure love? One thing is for sure, sheās his Angel and heās 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.
Lindsey's fiancƩ was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancƩ. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
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 originsāa 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."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Letās get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the companyās CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
āYou need a bride, I need a groom. Why donāt we get married?ā Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. āShe keeps asking for a divorce, but I donāt want that! What should I do?ā
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"