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"You want this Viv. Don't you?" He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced. "Stop please," I cried. I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat. He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris. "Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?" I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me. "Yes,I want it" I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?
VIVIAN
I stood in front of my art piece, Anticipation taking the best of me.
The gallery was filled with people,their hushed conversations and murmurs kept seeming into my ears
Today is one of the best day of my life..if not the best. ,I've never felt so fulfilled, happy and filled with so much life. This art piece is my life,my work of three months. I've dedicated my time and my heart into making it
I gazed at my installation- a canvas of torn fabric,broken chains and splattered paint. I felt so proud and vulnerable. This was my declaration of independence,my refusal to be bound by the chains of conformity.
The crowd began to disperse,and a group of art critics and collectors gathered around my installation,their keen eyes assessing each details of the piece
My anxiety grew up. I knew this was the moment,the moment I've been waiting for my whole life. My chance to make a name for myself,a name that is not Everhart.
The fist person that stepped forward was James.
He's a popular critics,well known for his scathing and taunting reviews.
I once was present in a gathering where he criticize a lady's work beyond imagination. Tears filled the lady's face that day and I felt so bad for her.
"And who is the rebellious mind behind this... unconventional piece?"
His voice jilted me out of my reverie
I took a deep breath and introduced myself,my voice steady.
"I'm Vivian. This installation represents the struggle to break free from societal expectations and forge one's own part "
Oscar raised an eyebrow,his interest piqued.
"Ambitious." He mused
"I see elements of abstract expressionism but the message feels.. personal. Tell me Vivian,what inspired..this?"
My gaze drifted to my art piece and then to him.
"I felt inspired to make this piece,it screams freedom. Freedom for anyone whose life feels suffocated by people's expectations."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the gallery's music.
James nodded thoughtfully, his expression softening.
"I see. Well, Vivian, you've certainly made a statement. I look forward to seeing more of your work in the future."
As the crowd dispersed, a flurry of business cards and compliments enveloped me. My art had resonated with strangers, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly seen.
For a brief, shining moment, I forgot that the word happiness isn't meant for me. I could feel alive and happy for a moment and something must definitely squeeze its way in to ruin it.
As I scanned the crowd, my eyes fell on a familiar figure at the back of the gallery - my father, Fred.
His disapproving gaze was obvious,snuffing out the spark of joy that had been burning inside me.
My heart sank, my stomach twisting into knots. I never expected him to be here.
I had lied to him about going to the gym, and now I was caught red-handed. I watched in dread as he walked out of the room, and I followed suit immediately,
I had been so careful,so meticulous in keeping the art exhibition a secret from him, knowing fully well the backlash I would face if he found out.
His words echoed in my mind,a painful reminder of the countless times he had belittled my artistic pursuits.
He had once destroyed my sketchbook and pains dismissing them as a waste of time, insisting that I focus on something more "real" and practical like taking over his company
But to me,art was more than a hobby - it was my passion, my lifeline and one thing that made me feel truly alive.
I got to the parking lot and watched as his car disappeared into the night
I walked back to my car, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. I knew I had to face him eventually,and I wasn't looking forward to it. I started the engine and began to drive home,my mind replaying the confrontation that was to come
I pulled into the driveway and saw Fred standing on the front porch,his arms crossed over his chest. His face was stern and disapproving,I knew that look too well.
I stepped out of the car and made my way into the house with Fred's gaze following me.
I braced myself the expected as I entered his house and as expected,he wasted no time in voicing out the expected confrontation
"How could you betray me like this Vivian?" He demanded,his voice laced with anger and disappointment.
"You know how I feel about your foolish dreams of becoming an artist"
"We've had this conversation several times dad and I'm still standing on my claim. This is my career. I'm finally doing what I love, and I'm good at it. That's not foolish "
I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
" You call this a career? It's a hobby, Vivian. A waste of time"
He sneered, his face reddening with anger.
"It's not just a hobby, Dad. It's my passion. And I'm making a name for myself in the art world. You've always dismissed my passion for art. You've never supported me,never encouraged me and now, you're angry because I pursued it anyways"
I argued, standing my ground.
"I'm telling you Vivian "
Fred's face reddened with anger.
"It's a hobby,not a real job. And look what it's done to our family. It killed your mother for crying out loud!"
I felt a stinging sensation, like he had slapped me.
I felt my breath catch in my throat. A wave of grief and anger crashing over me. How dare he use my mother's memory against me.
" You don't have to bring her death up everytime. It has nothing to do with this dad" I protested, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Art killed your mother Vivian. I want you love a more successful life. Your mom wasted her life on her own dreams, and now you're doing the same"
He spat, his anger boiling over.
I took a step back, feeling the sting of his words.
"I won't give up on my dreams, Dad. And I won't let you control me" I said, my voice firm.
"Fine! If that's how you want it, then you're no longer my daughter. I disown you!. Art or me, it's time you decide"
He shouted, his face purpling with rage.
His words landed like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs and leaving me reeling in shock.
My father just brought the proposition of choosing between him or art.
I disown you
The words ring bell again and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to back down.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Dad. But I won't change who I am to please you"
I said, my voice steady.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Dad's expression changed from anger to regret.
He took a step forward, his hands outstretched. "Vivian, I didn't mean it. Please, come back..."
But I was already gone, storming out of the house, leaving him alone in the silence. I didn't look back, didn't stop until I was blocks away, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt lost and alone, but I knew I'd made the right decision. I wouldn't let anyone, not even my father, dictate my life.
I was finally standing up for myself, finally chasing my dreams. And no one, not even my father, could take that away from me.
When billionaire CEO Ryan Thompson is forced into a marriage by his father, he is less than thrilled to be tied down to any woman but he decided to choose, a woman he barely knows. But as they navigate their arranged union, Ryan begins to see Nina in a different light as they both began to fall in love with each other. Things between them begins to fall apart when Ryan's ex girlfriend became pregnant.
"Bound by a contract, driven by revenge, and tempted by forbidden love... Ava, a scorned Luna, seeks vengeance against her mate who destroyed their family. Enter Liam Reed, the powerful Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, who offers a deal: bear his child, and he will fuel her quest for revenge. As Ava navigates the treacherous world of werewolf politics, she finds herself torn between her thirst for vengeance and growing feelings for Liam. But their love is forbidden, and the consequences of betrayal are deadly. Will Ava honor her contract and risk losing her heart, or will she forge her own path and defy the Alpha who has captured her soul?"
Kara, a rejected mate and broken-hearted omega, has been betrayed by the man she loved, Alpha Kieran. Cast out from the Stormclaw pack, she survives in the wilderness, secretly raising the child of her former mate. When her son is poisoned and dies in her arms, Kara swears revenge. But fate has other plans. She encounters Zarek Greyson, a powerful Alpha who offers her protection-and the chance to exact her vengeance. As Kara's journey of redemption and revenge unfolds, She faces impossible choices, and rises from the ashes to become the queen of her destiny. But will she find peace, or will vengeance consume her forever?
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“Dont you think I have to know your name" I murmured to him as I keep moaning He held my hands tight unto the bed and took off my top “Should we do this?” He asked kissing my neck down to my breast, my nipple became hard and pointed. I kept moaning non stop, I hurriedly took of my panties and took off his too. “holy shit, you are freaking hot” he said as he puts his lips on my nipples, he sucked them and massaged them with his cold, soft hands “Oh shit, I love this" I said. ... Jessica “JESSY" Smith, a successful event planner and a story writer falls in love with one of the wealthiest man in American called RYAN BROWN but their beautiful and sweet romance was threatened by their pasts, regrets, secret and family problem from Ryan's past. The mistake he made turned his entire world upside down, he suffered from it and it was also passed down unto his children, they all had their own share of problems created by Ryan, the mistake he made when he was a young boy. Jessica also becames a victim of her past, her ex boyfriend came back again.
“This is what you want right Mirabel. Isnt it?” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing my body, it looked soft and warm. He choked my neck to the bed, my heart raced and beats after than usual. “Yes I do keep going" i whispered into his ears He spanked my a**ss, I moaned, he dipped his hands into my wet pu**sy, he slowly dipped it in and out, a moan escaped my throat. I moaned and held his big di**k, he touched my b**bs and massaged them slowly “Should we do this, do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath on me, his words laced and scared me “Yes, let’s do this" I whispered silently rubbing his d**k harder I could also hear him moan “I will make you forget that cheater” he whispered into my ears I smiled, he choked me again and he slowly used his hands to rub his d**k on my clitoris and slowly dipped it into my p**sy, I moaned and held the bed tightly trying not to scream. . . . Due to the betrayal of her boyfriend for cheating on her with her friend at work, Mirabel slept with her Ex Dad and didnt know.
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.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
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.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."