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Gage's lips crashed down on Nicole's, their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss. As they kissed, Nicole pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "We neither want to be in a relationship nor can suppress our needs," she whispered, her lips brushing against Gage's. Gage's eyes burned with intensity, his lips curling into a smile. "So what do you propose?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Nicole's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer, her lips touching Gage's. "Friends with benefits, just sex without any relationship boundaries." Gage's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Nicole's mouth. "Seriously?" he whispered, his lips brushing against Nicole's. Nicole nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes, seriously." As they kissed, Gage's hands roamed over Nicole's body, his fingers tracing the contours of her curves. Nicole's hands were just as busy, her fingers exploring Gage's chest and abs. "I like your lips," Gage whispered, his lips brushing against Nicole's. Nicole smiled, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "I like your eyes." Gage's gaze roamed over Nicole's body, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "Your breasts," he whispered, his voice low and sensual. Nicole's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer, her lips touching Gage's. "Your wide chest, and abs too." As they kissed, Nicole pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "There are some rules, though," she whispered. As they kissed, Nicole pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "What if we fall in love?" she whispered. Gage's smile faltered, and he looked at Nicole, his eyes searching. Nicole's expression turned serious, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "It can't happen," she whispered. "If it happens, then one will not force the other." "I'm in," he whispered.
Nicole slumped on the couch, the mobile still grasped in her hand, staring out at the surrounding serenity. Ashley's concern and resentment, coming in waves across the lines, lingered in her mind.
"Ashley, I'm fine." Nicole was still struggling to calm her sister down, but there was no point in trying to reason with her.
"Are you insane, Nicole?" The exasperation by now threaded into her voice as it began to rise. "You are 25, and you've had three breakups. What the hell is happening with you?"
Nicole sighed and had to hold her wet temple. She might have understood Ashley's reasoning, but she was too tired to defend herself anymore.
"I mean, could you be this insensitive now, or did you just call at midnight to witness my breakup story?" Nicole raised an unquestionable note of defiance in her voice.
A pause. "The problem is, I hardly have time in the day-the time-consuming job and everything-and Mom is dying to know what goes on here. You know how she is."
Nicole rolled her eyes. Even without knowing it, their mother had always been very inquisitive; matters had grown worse since the divorce.
"Everything's fine as long as I date anyone." She felt a sort of relief articulating all those pent-up feelings. "But once I'm in a relationship, it all changes. I'm not up for someone controlling how I live and when I live."
Ashley's reply was prompt. "Baby, this is a relationship." This was new, and Nicole had never heard anyone say this before. "That's how you manage, with others. You need to think about the idea."
Nicole raised her eyebrows. "Your face sounded so deeply involved with my ex!"
Ashley's tone softened somewhat. "I do not side with anybody, Nicole. I correct you with the truth about relationships. It doesn't mean you should forsake love with just one or two heartbreaks."
Nicole chuckled bitterly. "Ashley, I am not giving up on love... I am just..."
There was a moment of silence, and then Ashley began again. 'It's not possible, Nicole. Don't you know what Mom wants? To have one of us married off. She will drag you round and round unless you let all her desires come true.'
The outpouring frustration from Nicole: 'Why can't both of you let me live in peace? Just go tell Mom that I am not going out on any more dates or entering into any relationships from now on. I am done with it.'
The impishness in Ashley's tone was plain now. 'I am coming next week; get ready.'
"What for?" Nicole narrowed her eyes at her, skeptical of the surprise.
Ashley broke into peals of laughter. 'To for your birthday, idiot!'
Nicole's face beamed up "Oh, my God, how could I have forgotten that?"
Ashley murmured in a bubbly voice, "Ok, now I will hang up else mom would think I'm talking with my boyfriend.
Nicole burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Bye, sis," said Ashley, and then Nicole was still laughing as she hung up the call.
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I had slouched on my couch, as before, and the air was filled with the peculiar stench of my apartment. But in my mind-oh my!-what mixed feelings. Most of them feelings of fear and confusion. I have, indeed, become single again, even more sure of being single. It was impossible, even after four hours, that I had gotten the weight of expectations from my mother sledge hammering down on me.
My thoughts, by the gaze out at the window, wrapping themselves around themselves back to my childhood. My father was a junkie and, by all reckoning, a jerk, something clear and bloody from the divorce settlement. He had put Mother and us through his controlling and infidelity, which I could think of only as gross.
In thinking it over with the time, I came to understand what I had been told behind it. And that was what had been done to set Mother free. What father did had been totally out of line. Little anger still remained within me, considering all the trouble he had put us in. But, how could I not think of the deepest sorrow for the family that we were, the lost love?
Mother had resolved to steer her children away from any future harm by vowing to raise us without any man in the house. And so she had succeeded for the most part. The strength that was nourished in Ashley and me over the years was such that it derived from our privately looking after one another.
But I thought I managed pretty well going through one's mid-twenties, only to discover that my mother's expectations threatened to smother me. She wanted me to settle down, get married, have babies, and everything else pretty much any young woman would have dreamt about. But I felt she had her own desires written all over me and that she had missed the point about marriages not being perfect.
Recalling the past three relationships in my life, all of them ending in a mess, I soon discovered that it was not just incompatibility or inconsistency in behavior that led to their downfall. In closing every potential matrimonial relationship, it became clear that it was me who always felt encircled and suffocated by things, heavy things called "expectations."
As a consequence of Ashley's provoking me to blow hot air with what was happening between her and my mother-either a boyfriend she was trying to ensure attracted enough attention away from me-I realized that my interest would move from that point to how to get out of the blind dates scene and the apparent relationship entanglement in my life.
With the noise exchanged among voices, I took a breath: I thought determination might carry me much further, or perhaps even deeper into such an impassable, lasting darkness. Unbeknownst to me, my life would take its most memorable turn to come, challenging all my perceptions-a radical alteration of opinion on love, relationships, and myself.
The volume of her thoughts had at last subsided, and both buttocks were deep-seated into the couch; her whole body responded to the exhaustion that had been creeping up on her. She closed her eyes and allowed the soft cushions to engulf her, leaning her head down into the pillow. She is happy to be left alone now, with only her thoughts and the comforting peace of "home."
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This story is about Rafael King who is a Mafia King and a simple girl Eva Rogers, He is a heartless and cruel man and she is a simple, innocent and caring girl for whom her responsibilities are everything. How after an accidental meeting and spending an evening together in Paris, the Mafia King becomes obsessed with the innocent girl, and wants to keep her with him forever, at any cost. Will she also fall for him that much hard the way he adore her. But what will happen when Rafael's family wants to take Eva's life, will he be able to save Eva and keep his promise? When Eva discovers the truth about Rafael King had a 5-year-old daughter and an obsessed wife
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"Professor, slow down," Adeline moaned, but Sebastian's thrusts intensified. "Don't call me Professor," he whispered his breath hot against her ear. "Call me Daddy, Adeline." Adeline Emerson, a beautiful and intelligent college student, falls deeply in love with her History professor, Sebastian Wellesley. Their secret affair is complicated by their social differences and Sebastian's position as her professor. When Adeline becomes pregnant, her influential family demands she abort the child to protect their reputation. Torn between loyalty and love, Adeline agrees to abort, shattering Sebastian's dreams of marriage and family. However, he convinces her to carry the pregnancy to term, and with her brother Benjamin's help, she gives birth to a baby boy. Adeline gives the child to Sebastian, who raises him as a single father. Six years later, Adeline's force her to marry his friend's son , and she joins the family business, Emerson Industries. Avery Wellesley, Sebastian's sister, becomes Benjamin's assistant, reconnecting Adeline to Sebastian's life. When Adeline meets her son Adam for the first time, her emotions overwhelm her, and she wants him back. Sebastian, however, has moved on, dedicating his life to their child. He refuses to give Adeline custody, citing her initial willingness to abort their child. Adeline must confront her past mistakes and fight for her son's love and acceptance. Will she be able to redeem herself and reclaim her chance at happiness?
Peter's eyes pleaded. "I'm sorry for what I did, but-" Dominic cut him off. "If I had not married your daughter, you would have fallen here in pieces by now." Peter's voice barely audible. "I'm sorry..." Just then, the office door swung open. Valerie's soft voice interrupted the tense scene. "Dinner is ready." Every head turned towards the door. Valerie's eyes widened as she took in the room's atmosphere. "Dad?" Dominic's expression remained stern, but a flicker of warning flashed in his eyes. He nodded subtly at Kael. Kael strode towards Valerie, his movements fluid. "Vel, let's go." Valerie's voice trembled as she asked Kael, "What's going on? Why is Dad kneeling there?" Kael's expression softened, but his eyes remained guarded. He offered a gentle smile. "You don't need to worry about him, Valerie." Valerie's concern deepened. "But what's happening?" Kael's tone turned cold. "Anyway, that man doesn't deserve anyone's concern." Valerie's eyes widened. "That man is my father." Kael's jaw clenched. "That man was neither a good father nor an honest man. He's getting what he deserves." Suddenly, the sound of a bullet firing cracked through the air. Valerie's eyes went wide, and she took a step forward, but Kael grasped her hand, holding her back. "Don't go there, Valerie," Kael warned, his voice low and urgent. "The boss is very pissed off right now. It's not safe." Tears welled up in Valerie's eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "He was my father," she whispered. Valerie, wife of mafia king Dominic, faces danger when Viktor, seeking revenge, targets her and their unborn child. Despite Arthur's protection, Valerie is kidnapped and brutally attacked by Viktor, resulting in the loss of her child. The tragedy unleashes Dominic's darker side, transforming him into a heartless and cruel leader, driven by vengeance. Valerie, pregnant with Dominic's child, is ambushed by Viktor, who seeks revenge against Dominic. Arthur, Dominic's loyal associate, tries to protect her, but Viktor outsmarts them. Valerie is brutally attacked, losing her child. Dominic, devastated by the loss, becomes consumed by rage and a thirst for vengeance. His transformation from a powerful yet caring leader to a ruthless and heartless mafia king sends shockwaves through the organization. As Dominic's obsession with revenge grows, his relationships with Arthur and others begin to fray. Valerie, traumatized by her ordeal, struggles to come to terms with her loss and Dominic's transformation. Valerie's relationship with Arthur, also known as Alastair, is a intricate web of emotions, trust, and shared secrets. Their connection predates her marriage to Dominic, and its depth is unknown to everyone, including Dominic. The story explores the darker side of power, love, and loyalty, raising questions about the morality of revenge and the true cost of protection.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
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. .
"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."
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?