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After Divorce, I Returned as the Army's Queen
Chloe Quall trades her military uniform for an apron and dedicates herself to building Curtis Green's company. In return, she hears him say, "Chloe, how could you ever compare to Sonya? She's a strong, independent female captain, while you're just a useless secretary, pouring coffee and passing memos." Even his friends mock and dismiss her as nothing. None of them know that she once led the special forces, where flying fighter jets on missions was as routine as breakfast for her. She's fluent in five languages and graduated as the top science student in Corvessia. Even elite hackers answered to her. On the day she receives her parents' ashes at the military camp, Curtis is busy escorting his first love's mother to the hospital for a minor wound. That's the final blow. Chloe signs the divorce papers and heads to the airport, cradling her parents' urn. The whole of Corvessia is shaken. Generals and soldiers come in droves to salute her departure. And that's when Curtis finally realizes his ex-wife comes from a family of heroes, her home filled with medals of honor. He was the one who was never worthy of her. Later, jealousy consumes him as he watches Brian Steele—heir to Corvessia's most powerful family—stand at Chloe's side. With his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, Brian murmurs in her ear, "You're mine, Chloe. If you ever dare to rekindle things with your ex, I'll make him disappear." Chloe gives the powerful, ruthless man a bored look and responds with a dismissive roll of her eyes. That night, Brian backs her against the door and pleads desperately for her love.
Her Tears Are His Weakness
The prince of Jedo, Leonardo Garrett, is known for his cold, untouchable, and ascetic nature. A string of rosary beads hangs from his wrist, making him look as if he's one step away from renouncing the world and remaining celibate forever. While his friends indulge in the pleasures of high society, he simply shrugs and says, "I'm not interested, nor do I understand it. But you guys can go ahead." This changes one day, when the pressure to marry becomes unbearable. Cornered, Leonardo declares, "If I have to get married, I'd rather make a vow of celibacy." His grandfather nearly has a heart attack. Meanwhile, Samantha Newton, a fake heiress who's been kicked out of her family, is left with nothing—no parents, no status, and no wealth. Mocked by others and forced to scrape by, she takes on part-time jobs just to survive. By sheer accident, while delivering alcohol one night, she walks into the wrong room and meets Leonardo. "What scent are you wearing? Is it some kind of love potion? Because it's working." From that moment on, Leonardo is completely addicted to her. The once cold and distant man falls hard, his devotion unwavering, his obsession unstoppable. He willingly steps down from his pedestal, letting love consume him. Before, while others clocked out, Leonardo worked late into the night. Now, while others are furiously typing away, Leonardo clocks out early. "Work is work, but home is home. My wife can't live without me—I'm heading out first." Wait a second… who can't live without whom? So, while the rest of them slave away like workhorses, Leonardo becomes the ultimate lovesick fool?
Captured by the Dragon
##WARNING This story will contain. Strong sexual content, strong language, dark scenes about human trafficking. ##Fear instantly overcame my senses. I had been trafficked. They’re selling me to shifters. Shifters paid irresistible money to own human girls as sex slaves. **Everything was shaking all around me as if I was in the back of a moving car. An unpleasant smell that could have woken me from even my darkest dreams filled the air and convinced me that I was wide awake. Fear instantly overcame my senses. Where was I? What was I doing here? Who took me? “Help…” I tried to shout. My torn throat wouldn’t allow it. In my mind, images flashed of barbaric shifters standing outside that door. Big, tall and rough creatures that knew no manners and only wanted to claim things. I’d heard stories since I was old enough to understand that they favored pretty human girls and plucked them off the roads as if they were all free for the taking. **Patara tried to move back away from the handsome young man, but he held her firm. Squeezing her chin a little harder to keep her in place. His blue-grey, beautiful eyes looked over her every feature as if he wanted to burn the image in his mind. “Would you like me to take you away?” He asked in a husky voice. His words made her skin litter in goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, only nod desperately. “And what do you offer me in exchange for your rescue? Would you like to follow me?” Slowly, she nodded her head and put her hand in his. “Remember your promises,” he said against her ear. She held her breath. “The last person who betrayed me got to see what his insides looked like before I slit his throat.”
Saving My Cursed Alpha
Trigger Warning: 18+, rape, abuse, Mature and sexual content, slavery, violence. "Don't get the ideas that you are ever going to receive anything other than hate from me, Athena. I don't need a mate. I don't need a weak pathetic bond like this to survive," He growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and harshly threw me on the bed.I was naked and helpless in front of his menacing eyes."Sebastian, please don't do this..." "I have purchased you from that auction only because you'll come in use to tame my wolf, and you are nothing but a good that I will use every day and night for my pleasure. And your life in hell starts from today." "Please don't..." I begged but none of my words affected him. I backed away till my body hit against the headboard but he dragged me by my ankles and shredded the last piece of fabric, my panties, and threw it away.****After being sold by my parents to auctioneers because of being a wolf-less she-wolf. When fate landed me in my mate's arms from the auction, for once I thought I was finally going to find happiness...someone who'd love me. But it was another hell I landed into.Sebastian Valdez-- was known as the cursed Alpha who killed his own father. Everyone feared him, his barbaric deeds had no bounds, and he did not have a heart. He only had one rule in his life--Thrive in others' pain. But what he did to me was even worse. He snatched my innocence, abused me, raped me every night, hurt me beyond extreme, and left me with only the want to escape from his cage but that was until I got to know what his curse was......I want to save him from the curse, no matter what he has done to me. I love him as his mate, not just a good from the auction...
The Billionaire's Toy
"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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