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18+ "Please." "What do you really want?" he asked in a breathy voice. "You," she had cried out in a sweet moan and he chuckled. "That was exactly what I wanted when you left me hanging," he whispered as his fingers trailed against her aching nipples. "I'm sorry..." she said, then gasped, and arched her back off the bed as he jammed two of his fingers into her while biting one of her hard nipples. "Please! Stop this torture-" He growled in her ear, tugging her earlobe, "Oh, Love, I'm just getting started with punishing you..."
The buzzing sound of the city filled the air as everyone hurried on to either get home or complete an errand. Of course, others sort to relax and unwind as the day slowly ended. But not for Isabelle. Hers was just starting.
Living in Los Angeles and working in one of the most popular bars in the city, Friday night proved to be the most hectic and she couldn't be more grateful. She needed all the tips she could lay her hands on.
She leaned on the counter, eyeing the door for the next client that would walk in. She wanted to serve as many patrons tonight as possible. The money would help her grow her savings for her dear brother's treatment.
Thoughts of her brother almost made her lose her target, but she recuperated right as the door to the Solo Bar and Lounge opened and a group of well-dressed ladies trouped in. It immediately drew Isabelle to them. She left her position at the counter and took long strides towards the table they had occupied.
At only seventeen, Isabelle had a figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her pale blue eyes were impossible to ignore, and she knew exactly how to use them to her advantage.
"Hello, ladies!" Isabelle said with a huge smile on her face.
The ladies stopped talking amongst themselves and turned to stare at her. They were not outright angry at her for interrupting them, they just seemed indifferent.
"I am Isabelle, and I am your server for the night. What would you like to have?" She asked, using her sweetest voice.
It had worked for her every time she tried it, and this time wouldn't be different.
The three ladies loosened up a bit and smiled back at her.
"I'd like a bottle of white wine please, " the one closest to her said and Isabelle diligently wrote the order.
The other two stared at one another and waved their hands at the same time.
"We'll have the same thing," they said in unison.
Isabelle's smile grew even bigger. Surely they already liked her and the tip she would give would be huge. But then a small voice at the back of her mind reminded her of how much exactly she needed at that moment.
Landon needed more than some meagre tips to survive what he was going through in the hospital.
Her smile no longer came from her heart as she walked to the bar to get them their drink.
"Isa?"
Isabelle didn't have to turn around to see who it was. She knew from the way her name was called that it was her supervisor. She rolled her eyes and tried to keep her fake smile on her face as she finally turned around.
"Yes, ma'am?" Isabelle replied.
"Martha called. She said your brother had been feeling the pains again," her supervisor said and Isabelle felt her heart drop to her stomach.
God no! Not now - Isabelle thought as her heartbeat.
Where was she going to get the money for the operation?
The older woman moved closer to her and gave her a soft pat on the shoulder. "As soon as you finish with this table, you can go home and take care of him."
Isabelle didn't even have time to thank her uptight supervisor for the time off or the kind gesture. Her mind had gone to her fourteen-year-old brother.
She had left him with her neighbour Martha, so she could come to work. She needed to raise enough money for his heart surgery and so far; she hadn't been able to come up with anything.
Landon was all she had left in life. Her parents had died in an accident when she was barely ten years old and they left her to take care of her little brother. She had so many debts to pay already and no one would lend her anymore. Where could she get the money now?
Tears crawled in her eyes, but she had to be strong. She hadn't survived seven years on her own by crying. She sniffled her tears away and took the bottles of wine she had initially come to pick up at the bar. She would have to solve her problems, but first, she had a table to attend to.
Isabelle walked to the table where the three fancy ladies were still happily chatting and gently placed the bottles. She uncorked each of them and poured out the content unto glasses for them to enjoy.
"Enjoy your drink," she said with another bright smile despite the darkness she felt in her heart.
The ladies took their glasses and continued with their conversation like they hadn't even seen her. Isabelle took a few steps back and watched them. If only she could talk to them, maybe they would help her with a bit of funds.
No, she thought against it. If she begged the ladies for some money, her supervisor was going to be super angry at her. She couldn't afford to lose this job.
Isabelle was already giving up on the ladies when her ears tuned into their conversation and she couldn't stop herself from eavesdropping.
"The wealthiest man in New York is going to be there. Come with me. I can't do this alone, girls, please!" The first one said.
"Babes, we will love to come with you, but we can't!" Her friend said.
"But why do you speak for her?" The lady groaned.
The third lady chuckled softly and dropped her wineglass on the table.
"Belle, she is right. I have a date next week. I can't miss it for anything in the world!" She wiggled her brows, and they burst into laughter.
They seemed to have shared an internal joke that Isabelle didn't understand, but that didn't even interest her.
What was the place in New York where the wealthy would mingle?
"Look," the one they had called Belle, brought out a fancy golden card Isabelle was sure to cost a fortune to produce. "My father gave me this and insisted I should be there but... since you two naughty girls want to have fun without me, I have changed my mind," she said as she dramatically dropped the invitation card onto the floor.
Her friends broke out in laughter again, and this time Isabelle tuned them out. A perfect plan started playing in her head as she stared at the fancy card on the floor.
This card could solve all her problems.
Her billionaire husband divorces her when she needs him the most. She has a week left to live and has just discovered she’s pregnant. Life gives her a second chance to get revenge on her ex husband, but will she fall even harder for him now or overlook the fact that CEO Aaron, Alpha of the Grey pack, was only trying to protect her by letting her go?
Nathan and Faye's paths cross with a flash marriage, and Faye finds herself trapped in a life of hell as the Luna of a powerful pack. Nathan Carver, the Alpha of Black Saints, has a reputation that keeps women away from him. A heartless heartbreaker who rips hearts to shreds for a living becomes her benefactor. He's her only chance at survival, but how do you make a man without a heart feel? Because Nathan shatters her, piece by piece, until there's nothing left except...revenge.
"Stay back! Micah! Just undo what you have done and do not come near me!" She yelled pointing a finger at him. But even as she yelled, her core was already melting. She couldn't fight him. She started taking small steps backward but Micah kept coming until she hit the wall. He walked into her space and placed his arms on either side of her, caging her. "You think I don't feel the pain too? The only way either of us can be freed from this feverish bond... His right hand left the wall and came to rest on her cheek. "... The only way Hazel, is if one of us dies..." His fingers rested on her lips and he traced them as lust filled him. "And I will rather fuck your tight little hole than die..."
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .