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When Damien Wolfe raids a cartel safehouse, he isn’t looking for a girl he’s looking for revenge. But then he finds Aria: wounded, silent, staring at him like he’s the last thing she’ll ever see. He should’ve left her. He didn’t. Now she’s under his protection, trapped in his world of secrets and scars, and the line between guardian and captor burns thinner every day. Because the more he tries to save her, the more he remembers the one thing he swore he’d buried mercy. A dark, addictive romantic thriller about two broken people who were never meant to meet and the fire they can’t escape.

Lowbred, unwanted, and a servant of the Alpha's Mansion, Anna Kendra just wanted a quiet life with a mate who would accept her for the runt she was. But her life took a U-turn when she discovered the craziest thing. A mate bond, to the one person who wanted nothing to do with a 'prostitute' like her.

​The first rule of heartbreak: don't lose your dignity. ​Too late. She caught her fiancé in bed with her twin sister. Then, she drowned the pain in alcohol… and woke up naked beside a gorgeous stranger. Lauren Hill swore off men forever; her new vow was to focus on herself. But fate clearly had other plans. Less than two hours after her walk of shame, she stepped into Moore Technologies to start her new job, only to find her one-night stand sitting behind the CEO's desk. ​Colt Moore is a billionaire CEO: gorgeous, demanding, and engaged to someone else. Lauren is done with love, and Colt is totally off-limits, but their chemistry is impossible to ignore. What's going to happen when a life-changing truth ties them together, threatening to wreck everything — Colt’s company, her fresh start, and her guarded heart? ​Will she risk her heart for a man engaged to another? ​Or will he destroy her to protect his empire?

On the way to get our marriage certificate for the twentieth time, Rolf Trivett regretted it once again. In eight years, this was our twentieth attempt to get the certificate. But every time we reached City Hall, he would always say he needed time to care for his seriously ill childhood friend and couldn't promise to marry me. This time, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him, "If she’s never going to get better, does that mean you’ll never marry me? What am I to you?" Rolf immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "I've already promised to take care of her for life. Can you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for eight years. What difference does it make if we don't get this certificate?"

"You need to give me three every day, that's the only way you can have me as your husband" "Three, what?! K-?" "Yes, . Sound easy to do, right?" He smirk and lean closer to me "Not unless you wanted more than just a " "W-What do you mean by that?" "Just so you know, I can accept more but not less of what I ask from you" --- Herravie is the only woman who's using the name Costello for the sake of revenge. For her, the only reason she was born is to die. Her existence only means one thing- vengeance. But her life suddenly turn upside down when she accepted the mission given to her related to the death of her real parents. She must pretend to be someone, for her to become the wife of Sain Czar Ildefonso. She needs to spy on him and then kill him afterward. She thought it was a very easy task to do. She just has to be his wife for everyone's eyes and then kill him. She doesn't need to waste a sweat to please him. But things become out of control when suddenly it turns out that he is the bane of the meaning of her existence and she becomes the subject of all his desire. Will she be able to complete her mission or end up defying everything that was planned just because of a three ? The three dangerous .

Sixty-nine ways to make you sin. Sixty-nine positions to leave you soaked, dripping, trembling, begging for more until your bellies are bloated with hot loads of cum. These daddies do not hand you candies. They want your mouth wrapped around their dirty, hungry cocks. This is not romance. This is not gentle bedtime stories. This is pure, filthy desire, grown men with hungry mouths, ruthless hands, and cocks that know exactly how to make you cum undone. Neighbors with dark smiles. Daddies who do not ask, only take. Stepbrothers who turn one look into a night you will never forget. From late-night encounters that start with a knock and end with your legs shaking, to a therapist giving you private sessions that blur the line between control and surrender, every story drags you deeper. Tongues that do not stop. Fingers that find every weak spot. Bodies locked together in positions designed to break you open and keep you wet. These innocent virgins are adults with secrets they are ready to unleash, craving dominance, chasing the edge, surrendering to pleasure that leaves them gasping. And wet. And dripping for these daddies. Each story pushes them into new positions, new sins, and orgasms they cannot take back. No rules. No apologies. Just sweat-slick skin, whispered commands, and climaxes that hit hard and do not let go. If you want sweet, close the book. If you want dirty, and your sheets soaked; if you need your pussy throbbing, your thighs slick, and your thoughts twisted, step into this wet dream. This is your dirty fix to get your lips swollen, panties ruined, your new wet obsession. Note: A few stories contain incest. Welcome to 69 Positions: Make Me Cum Daddy.

THIS BOOK IS BACK IN THE STABLE AT THE MOMENT. I WILL NOT BE WORKING ON THIS UNTIL MY OTHER STORY IS FINISHED. I am sorry for everyone who is invested in For Bitter Or Worse and promise to revisit the entire book when I start working on it again. Chased by horrific nightmares every full moon since turning eightteen and a wolf who tells her she will find out why when she finds her mate, Adriana is eager to go the annual European Wolf Games. She is sick of the secressy her wolf holds for her, tired of the sleepless nights. So when she's finally there and finds out some things about her heritage and she meets her mate, a powerful Alpha with backwards thinking and a deep hatred for witches and vampires. What will she do? Will she break free and find herself or will the Alpha get the best of her? **WARNING-This is a dark romance kind of novel attaining abuse, violence, death and all sorts of twisted things. If you don't like those kind of things this is not the novel for you.

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

Leona pierce was deeply obsessed with the colour black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. She was a heartless and detached artisan. The woman who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbled upon Tayson Huxley. Tayson Huxley is the hottest model and director of an art company. He is the man epitome of desire, arrogance and pure sex. When these two collide, the fuse is hatred, stubbornness, little ego games and undeniable chemistry that leads to something that none of them wants in their life. . . All rights are reserved to Copyright 2021 Amaya No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or any means without th written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, incidents, and locale are the produce of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or actual person, living or dead is purely a coincidence.

John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday. I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight. All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger. That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities. It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard. "Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"