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He tilted his head. His olive eyes drank in her features. The way her eyes fluttered, her lips parted slightly in shock at his sudden change in demeanor. "I want you," He rasped, voice rough.  "Huh?" She blinked. Her eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. She was taking too much time to consume what was happening. He gripped her jaw, his fingertips digging into her cheeks firmly as he jerked her face up, her lips puckered out due to his hold. "I want you," He husked and it was like her heart ceased to beat just for a second before it began to wildly thunder in her chest. "Oh," was all she was able to say. Her plump lips formed a small 'O' and with a low growl, his lips came crashing down on hers. **** Broken Alpha Innocent girl Slow burn Love Warning: Violence. Abuse. Broken Alpha Innocent girl Slow burn Love Warning: Violence. Abuse.

" You wish it was you screaming my name, don't you? " He asked while locking me in place with his gaze. “ I don’t know what you're talking about.” I defended. I clutched the wall behind me as he moved closer with his hand on the door above my head. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest that was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you ? " " you! " I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest. " You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? " “ You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled. “ Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this wall and show just how much I can make your weep for me. " He whispered in my ear. She's fire and he's ice. Sicily holds many secrets but is Brianna ready for the ones Nikolai has to offer? A life of crime, gunfire, and passion is not what she signed up for. Can she handle the enigma that is Nikolai?

Jericho St. Claire was born to rule—crown prince of Scotland, heir to both a kingdom and a powerful pack. But after a devastating accident leaves him the sole survivor, everything changes. Branded a liability and cast out by his own blood, Jericho is stripped of his birthright and forced into exile. With nothing but his Beta, Slade, at his side, he flees to the United States and disappears into a small town determined to rebuild what he’s lost. Together, they forge a new pack from the ground up—one built on loyalty, survival, and hard-earned trust. But the past refuses to stay buried. Enemies rise from the shadows, drawn by whispers of power and a prophecy that binds Jericho to a fate he never chose. Though estranged, his father watches from afar—and when danger closes in, even exile cannot sever blood ties completely. Caught between expectation and defiance, Jericho must navigate the weight of leadership, the scars of betrayal, and a mate he isn’t sure he wants—but cannot ignore. As history threatens to repeat itself, he faces a choice: follow the path carved by those before him, or break the cycle and become something greater. Forged through loss, tested by loyalty, and haunted by destiny, Jericho must rise—not as the prince he was born to be, but as the king he chooses to become.

" 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 " ────༺♡༻──── 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹 A well known Choreographer and sole girl of Jindal Family who broke the chase of government job. She follow her passion and built herself from Scratch. But— Possession ask Sacrifice. She sacrifice her sanity for her dream. ༺♡༻ 𝗗𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘃 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 Single father and CEO of Singhania Industry. but above that— Yuvraj of Jaisalmer. A royalty since birth. Born with a silver spoon yet– Had his worst betrayal of life and never move on. ────༺♡༻──── He fell first and Harder. Cold CEO × Numb Girl Possesive Female protagonist Dominant Male Protagonist ────༺♡༻──── " He healed something which he never broke " " She stood when she didn't have to "

This look on your face is seriously making me hard, you know?” “What the…” I smacked his hand away and pushed him back, only for him to lower the car seat in a swift movement I barely saw. Before I could react, he pinned me down on the passenger seat. With a single hand, he held both of mine while straddling me. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” I protested, struggling and squirming to free myself from his tight grasp. "Hold still" he ordered. I shouldn’t have followed him. My instincts were right. Percy Claude thought his final year of college would be simple, graduate, stay loyal to his girlfriend, and keep his quiet life intact. But when a dangerous and mysterious man who seems to want nothing but his body, steps into his world, Percy’s life spirals into temptation and chaos. But Rowen isn't your average dude, as an abandoned heir to his family empire, there are more secrets to him than meet the eyes. would Percy succeed in saving his Crumbling first love relationship from the hands of Rowen? Or would he fall deeper into the dark web that the Enigmatic Mr. Rival had woven for him.

I traveled over a thousand eight hundred miles to find my wife. She was a professor at Harbor University. As soon as I arrived, I received a call. “Hi, Mr. Jaques. We’re just following up on the stroller your wife custom-ordered from us. Have you been happy with it? If so, would you mind leaving us a quick positive review?” I was stunned. We had lived apart for years and did not have a child together. Still, I remained calm and double-checked. “Are you sure I’m the one who ordered that stroller?” “Yes, sir, I can confirm that. Our system requires ID verification from both parents for all custom stroller orders. The mother on file is Shiloh Zoeller. Mr. Jaques, you are listed as the child’s father.” The customer service agent sent me a screenshot of the child’s information as proof. It indeed showed that I had a child around one month old. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I went to the address listed on the order. Downstairs, a young man was chatting with a group of people. “As of today, I’m no longer your classmate. I’m now the professor’s husband!” A male classmate laughed and teased him. “What a show off. But come on, the kid’s already a month old. When are you and Ms. Zoeller finally tying the knot? We’re still waiting to toast you!” Just then, a very familiar female voice spoke. “What’s taking you so long? Get up here. Our little boy is getting impatient.” I followed the sound of the voice and saw Shiloh holding a swaddled baby. She leaned against that man’s chest as if she had done it countless times.