Amelia James is the youngest most famous ballerina in the whole of north america, she's been dancing since the age of 4 and her heart has so much love to give, yet there is no one to love. She's always been stereotyped as a spoilt blondie who could careless aout loving anyone other than herself. and there's Richard Dixon - a millionaire of sinful beauty, charming personality, a perfect gentleman. Being young and successful, he became a single dad at the age of 19 due to terrible circumstances. One encounter turned into desire, yearning for meetings. One glance was all it took to and love dominated his feeling in a drunken form. But is it really so easy? Will someone decide to pop their bubble?"
Richard's Perspective
Every morning, I rise at 5:30 a.m. and start my workout at 5:45 a.m. It lasts until 6:30 a.m., after which I head to the shower before going to work.
I neatly roll up the sleeves of my crisp white shirt and put on black trousers, a well-fitting belt, and polished shoes. My wristwatch adorns my wrist, and I style my hair before applying cologne to my neck and wrists. With my phone safely tucked into my pocket, I leave the bedroom.
I make a quiet visit to my little girl's room. There, I smile as I see her, curled up like a small ball on her big bed, hidden beneath pink covers. She clings to her favourite toy unicorn, hugging it tightly.
As I step into the room, I gently shut the door behind me and approach my daughter, crouching beside her bed.
"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up," I softly murmur, tenderly stroking her back. She snuggles closer to me, emitting an adorable hum in response.
"Come to me, Daddy."- she murmured, holding my hand so gently, making me smile.
She lightly nudged me to lie down and I complied, cuddling her lovingly. She hid in my arms, looking utterly invisible in them, and snuggled into me, pulling covers on me too.
"You are so huggable, daddy."- sighed my little girl as I smiled brighter.
"You are just as cuddly, sweetheart."- I spoke profoundly, kissing the top of her little head.
I cuddled Zara for a little bit more while she slowly woke up, turning into my adorable and very hyper sunshine. I chuckled when she eagerly climbed into my arms and clung to me like a little koala, looking so winsome.
"Ready to start the day, honey?"- I asked her contentedly, hugging her lovingly, and carried her to her bathroom.
"I cannot wait to start the day."- she chirped energetically, as I sat her down in the large sink area.
She brushed her teeth and did her routine on her own, being such a wonderful girl. We relocated to her closet and she picked an outfit for the day, going for a Burberry dress. I helped her with clips on her shoes and took a suitable coat in a beige colour for her to wear.
She sat down at her vanity and I brushed her rich brown, velvety, voluminous, long hair as we chatted nicely about the upcoming day. I pinned a few strands at the back of her head and brushed the ends, making sure her lustrous hair was thoroughly brushed.
Once she was all set and took her unicorn, we went downstairs I held her tiny hands, supporting her when we walked down the stairs.
"Good job, dear."- I praised her sincerely, gladly picking her up when she lifted her small arms.
She kissed my cheek and I kissed her forehead, smiling at my gorgeous daughter. I carried her to the dining room, where breakfast was already waiting for us.
"Oatmeal?"- Zara chirped happily at the sight of one of her favourite breakfast choices.
I chuckled at her cuteness and sat her down, taking a seat next to her.
"Eat up, sweetheart. We have a long day ahead."- I spoke warmly, handing her berries, knowing that if it is oatmeal - berries are a must for her.
We ate breakfast while conversing wholesomely. I gladly listened to her telling me about what she dreamt of. After that, I took the keys from the black Bentley and we got going.
I take her to work because I do not want any fucked up strangers watching over my little daughter, especially after the first and the last nanny: she didn't even bother to keep an eye on my child; she just sat and did nothing. Being a multi-billionaire and a single dad, I put the last above all business. She is my everything, there is nothing I wouldn't do for my girl. I make time for her no matter where I am, what I am doing and who is with me.
"Daddy?"- she called softly as I fastened her seat belts.
"Yes, darling?"- I replied warmly, granting her all of my attention.
"Can I attend ballet classes, please? I want to dance ballet."- pleaded sweet Zara, smiling winsomely.
"Of course, dear."- I agreed with the greatest pleasure, smiling brightly.
"Thank you so so so so much."- she said excitedly, hugging me securely.
"Always, honey."- I replied happily, kissing her cheek.
I gave her tiny frame a gentle squeeze and she smiled delightedly, looking so pure and sweet. I closed the car door and took the driver's seat, buckling up before driving out of the garage.
She told me more about her passion for ballet and I smiled in joy, truly being glad that she likes something so much: she loves going to opera, watching ballet at any chance given, likes classical music and adores the attires of ballet dancers.
In no time we arrived at the company; I parked in the private parking lot, which is just for the closest people - my best friend/right hand, personal assistant and parents. I helped her out of the car and set her on the ground, not letting go until I was sure that she was steady on her feet.
My little girl held my hand securely as we headed inside. She politely greeted every person, being such a sweetheart. The two of us got in the lift and reached the 20th floor in no time, going to my office.
"Uncle Justin, hi."- chirped Zara, energetically as we came across my best friend.
"Well hello there, little lady. You look fabulous."- he replied friendlily as she giggled cutely, twirling around, never letting go of my hand.
"Hey, man."- I spoke calmly, returning his brotherly hug.
"Hey, bro."- he laughed, making me chuckle.
We went to my office and Valerie, my assistant, brought us the usual morning coffee, as well as a shit load of paperwork for me.
"Valerie, find the best ballet school, please."- I told her collectedly, drinking my black, sugar-free coffee.
"On it, Mr Dixon."- he replied, noting the task down before getting to it.
Zara sat down on my lap and coloured the colouring book with flowers. I wrapped my arm around her petite frame, keeping her secure, and got to work, signing and analysing files, reports and documents.
"Look who I met last night."- stated Justin, showing his phone on my face.
"For heaven's sake, I don't want to know about your love life."- I said, really not wanting any details.
"Because it is about time you get a love life of your own."- groaned Justin, plopping on the armchair.
"You need to get off and I am sure she wouldn't mind having a lady in the house."- stated my friend and I sighed heavily, glancing at my sweetheart.
That's the thing: I want a lady - a proper, well-mannered, elegant, kind, tasteful, patient, gentle, loving, intelligent woman. I couldn't care less about skin colour, religion, race - any of that shit doesn't matter. Before anything I want Zara to like her, to be comfortable with her and to trust her.
Reader's discretion is advised, this book shouldn't be read by anyone below the age of 18 as it contains sexual perverseness, gun violence, and strong language. "In your eyes, I see the entirety of paradise, from your soul I want to drink from, eternally, as I thrust my big wand between your long towers". "Jessica Gaucho, the daughter of a dangerous American mob boss. Everyone admired her beauty, she was the talk of every young man in her neighbourhood. At nineteen, she had a perfect figure and striking grey eyes, just like her father's but the fear of her father made it hard for young men to approach her because they knew how much father cherished and was ready to kill anyone that dared approach her. Jessica looked kind-hearted and carried herself well, but she was also known as a top assassin and seductress in the underworld of crime. Her looks caught the attention of both men and women, including Alberto, the son of her father's business partner. Alberto, heir to the Italian Mafia, was known for his ruthlessness. He had a cold heart with no feelings. But everything changed when he met Jessica. He felt drawn to her, and he couldn't resist the temptation."
This is a sequel to the novel, Take me, I am yours. Follow the chapters like a continuation. T for thanks, happy reading. CAUTION! This story contains explicit sexual content. The relationships depicted primarily follow the BDSM lifestyle, particularly the main relationship between Sean and Lisa. It is important to note that the dynamics portrayed between them do not involve domestic abuse but rather emphasize a strong and consensual BDSM relationship. Alena has faced challenges in her past, including a tumultuous ex-relationship and personal struggles that have left her emotionally scarred. Seeking solace away from society, she attempts to live a secluded life, confiding in only her two close friends. Everything changes when she encounters Sean. He inspires Alena to rediscover her sexual identity, prompting her to delve into the realm of BDSM once more. Sean becomes her guide, teaching her the principles of a genuine BDSM relationship with a trustworthy Dominant. Throughout the narrative, the story explores various facets of BDSM, covering themes such as slavery, brattiness, dominance, submission, polyamorous relationships, and more. Despite the ups and downs, the emphasis remains on depicting healthy and consensual dynamics within the BDSM lifestyle.
Camiela, the Rodriguez Princess, feared the dark, living a life in the spotlight while turning a blind eye to the twisted world of the wicked. Stefano, a morally gray criminal lawyer, ruled the dark, charming yet deadly. Despite knowing the dangers, Camiela found herself entangled with Stefano, a puzzle she couldn't solve. Fate had other plans, leading to an unexpected marriage. Stefano, entrenched in the dark world of corruption, danger, and betrayal, encountered Camiela, the chaos that disrupted his life. Despite the danger, he couldn't erase her after a single night. Camiela became the fire he feared, yet when she became the key to unraveling his life's secrets, Stefano, against expectations, found himself married to the bright and passionate woman.
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My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
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."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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. Let’s 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 company’s 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?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"