"Make me happy! I'll do everything you want!" Johanna was desperate. Her family was tricked into bankruptcy, and she was running out of options. Thus, she became Carson's sex partner. Unexpectedly, the man was careful toward his supposed plaything. He lavished her with affection, backed her up, and eliminated her hardships. But as the tapestry unraveled, Johanna realized that she was just a pawn in Carson's elaborate schemes. Disillusioned and heartbroken, she fled and learned to thrive on her own. When they met again, Johanna was surrounded by a flock of suitors. Carson couldn't believe that the once docile woman he knew was now a seductive minx. "What will it take for you to return to me?" "Sorry, Mr. Russell, but I am already married."
Johanna Gordon felt the man's grasp tighten around her waist.
The moment his warm palm made contact, a wave of weakness swept through her legs.
"Carson Russell! Our agreement has concluded, you can't-" she whispered, a hint of firmness in her voice.
In response, the man's grip shifted, fingers pressing against her chin with an assertive, almost impudent force.
His voice, a low murmur, carried an undeniable edge. "It's not over until the midnight. Until then, you still belong to me."
A frown marred Johanna's expression, a silent testament to her turmoil.
She found herself questioning the reasons for her presence with this man once more.
Today marked the culmination of their agreement, the finality looming with an undeniable weight. Merely half an hour earlier, she had arrived with the intent to gather her things, poised to embark on a departure from this chapter of her life.
Yet, upon his entrance, Carson began to strip away his clothes without a word, his actions cutting through the silence like a decree. Without allowing her a moment to articulate her thoughts, he enveloped her in his familiarity.
It was a dance they had performed countless times over the span of three years-a duration that tread the fine line between fleeting and eternal.
Her body, having memorized every contour and cadence of his, yielded without resistance, sinking into the heat that built between them with an intensity that seemed to set the air ablaze.
The wine cabinet rattled noisily behind her.
"I have commitments tomorrow. Please, no marks," Johanna whispered, a plea of some sort.
He paused, a sneer curling his lips, before his response came not in words but in a surge of renewed passion- a tempest that promised to sweep away the remnants of their agreement.
An hour slipped by.
After refreshing herself, Johanna emerged from the shower and confronted her reflection in the mirror. The marks he had left on her were undeniable.
Outside, Carson was a figure of nonchalance, smoking on the balcony.
Resting against the railing, he cast a glance over his shoulder, his gaze landing on her. "Are you sure you don't wish to extend our arrangement?" he inquired, the words hanging in the air between them.
Johanna found herself hesitating at his question.
Three years ago, at the tender age of twenty-two, her life had been thrown into disarray by her family's financial ruin. The subsequent loss of her father and her mother's illness had forced her into hiding, dodging creditors while struggling to manage overwhelming medical expenses. At her lowest, she had faced nights on the streets and had even contemplated taking her own life, a desperate escape from her burdens, alongside her mother.
Her encounter with Carson had seemed like a stroke of fortune amidst despair. Their arrangement was transactional, each fulfilling the needs of the other.
Carson had shown her kindness, even in bed, without any peculiar kinks involved; he also generously covered her mother's medical expenses and provided additional financial support.
Yet, the unintended consequence of their agreement was the depth of feeling she developed for him.
As he claimed her body, so too did he occupy her heart.
Was she going to renew their agreement?
The question was a tormenting proposition.
As the water ran in the background, her voice carried a hint of resignation. "No. My mother's health is improving, and one day, she will yearn for me to give her a grandchild."
At her words, Carson closed the distance between them, positioning himself behind her.
The cigarette he smoked filled the air with an unexpectedly enticing aroma.
He leaned in closer, his question casual yet pointed. "Have you found someone already?"
"Yes," she answered, simplicity in her voice.
"And you know him well?" he pressed further.
"Men are fairly similar. Emotions can evolve," Johanna observed, her voice reflecting a mix of realism and resignation.
He ventured a more personal query. "What about the size compatibility?"
A hint of red tinged Johanna's cheeks as she replied, "We're young. That's not a concern right now."
Then, with a shift towards seriousness, she affirmed, "Carson, this is important to me."
Her words were few but laden with earnestness.
Her words hung in the air, a blend of ultimatum and inquiry, yet they stood little chance against the impending reality.
Carson's laughter broke the tension, his question laced with jest. "Why never consider marriage as an option between us?"
Johanna's silence in the face of his mockery was her tacit admission of defeat.
As she turned to face him, their proximity brought their lips dangerously close, an unspoken promise lingering between them.
Carson's eyes narrowed, betraying his intention to close the distance with a kiss.
Johanna, however, sidestepped his advance, her gesture towards the clock a clear boundary.
Her tone was sweet, yet her words carried an undeniable finality. "It's past midnight. Our agreement has come to an end."
To cross that line again would be a mistake.
Carson's response was a chuckle, unfazed by her declaration.
He brushed a kiss against her earlobe, his voice a blend of admiration and nonchalance. "I truly appreciate your levelheadedness."
His next words were an offer, seemingly generous yet underscored by the power dynamic between them. "Should you find yourself in need of financial support, remember I'm always here. Until then, Johanna."
Carson had a way of delivering sharp insights with a tone that was both tender and disinterested, making it hard to discern the depth of his sincerity.
As they maintained their physical and emotional distance, the atmosphere chilled, signaling the definitive close of their chapter.
Johanna held her composure until the door sealed shut behind him. Only then did she allow the facade to crumble, tears streaming down her face as she whispered into the void, "Goodbye, Carson. Our story ends here."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
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?
Chloe Miler, a naïve young woman, waits shyly to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend, but is betrayed on that day when she witnesses him entangled in bed with her own sister. Chloe's heart is broken when her heartfelt love for him is trampled on in an instant. *** Lionel Williams, the mysterious billionaire, the top of the pyramid, is handsome as hell. His eyes are set high, but he is drugged, has a one-night stand with a strange woman, and is humiliated by that unknowing woman with her money! His instincts tell him it's not that simple, and he's going to find her out!