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If I wanted to be Frank, hiding from this would undermine my goal of being free to love the sexy guy in his fancy penthouse, but what can I do? If Leo finds out I am done for, he will not want to be with a woman like me, and the guy is used to luxury, which reminds me that I need to be more modest about my actions, or try to be. He is got nothing for me. Even if I am dead head over heels, I am deeply in love with him, and I close my eyes to realize I just burned myself with my own words. Why can not I love myself? Why must I bully myself? There is no room for self-hatred," I wrasse my hands, trying to be dramatic about my stupidity when I hear Leo say, "why would you say that?" I open my eyes in embarrassment, staring defiantly and in horror at my embarrassment: "If the floor could open up and swallow me then spit me to the freaking Bahamas, I would love another day of shame." He laughed at my nervous joke, "I suppose you will never tell me why you said that, ha?" I shake my head. It was so nice to have a guy who would listen to me. It felt good to be in his presence. "Well, alright, but only because I think you are cute when you blush like that," he said. My face felt like lava after that. Am I cute? He walked towards me, screaming like a high school girl, and took the tablet from my hands, "I am so glad I can eat like a horse because I did not want to go to the dinner meeting. My parents are just way too stuck up, and I know I am going to sound like one soon: "Can we meet again? I mean, is that okay with you?" Fuck yes! I smile like a kid at Christmas! "I would love you, too," I closed my eyes, "too, I would love to meet again, oh my freaking shingles, please delete my excitement, for the love of my thing." I had my eyes closed as I grabbed the pillow next to me and shoved it against my face while screaming, "What is freaking wrong with me!" I hit the sofa hard, "kill me," I muffled in the pillow, he was laughing so hard at my misery that I wanted to die. "You, too? "Well, at least you are honest about how you are feeling," he laughed again, it is official, he thinks of me as a joke, holding myself on the pillow, I felt myself getting teary, he thinks I am a joke, oh I am out of the dating game now, the elevator bings. Leo began to calm down as I simply remained there, wondering why I always do this; I overdo it, and then the next thing you know, I am a complete mess, an easy replacement because I overdid it. I can never win, and on the date I thought I was someone important, I ended up here, hiding from the one person who has my life on a timer; if only I had not been in the movies that day, thinking about these things, I smelled the stake with potatoes that I had ordered for myself. I let go of the pillow because I knew it was time to eat. Leo stood up to assist me, but I was too embarrassed, and I really wanted to go home. I did not let him take my hand or come near me. "I know I am going to sound rude, considering you invited me here, but could you see if I could go home and, if possible, take the food I ordered with me? I believe I have overstepped." Leo paused as he approached me. I was expecting him to yell at me like he always does, insult me, and throw me outside like a dog. I hugged myself tightly, bracing myself for the barrage of insults. Looking at the floor, I heard him say, "Zhǔnbèi zhuōzi (prepare the table)." I felt his hands on my arms and wondered why he had suddenly changed his mood. "Are you embarrassed by this?" I pressed hard on my elbows and bit my lower lip. I felt worse when he said my insecurities aloud: "Nitchelle, you are a wonderful person. I find you attractive, funny, charming, and cute; I have never met a girl like you, and I hope you see me in the same way because I want to get to know you in that manner. Do you also know me? I am pretty sure I suck at this, but please do not confuse my interest for petty; I do not go that way, and I love your olive-colored eyes; they make me feel calm." I stayed still; does he think I am all of that? And again, what is with him calling me cute? I am none of those things, and he is so lucky to be eye candy. That thought made me look at his feet; you know how they say big feet, big um, what is the term, eggplant? I pressed my lips not to laugh at my pun, and lost in my thoughts, he asks again, "Would you do me the honor of going on a dinner date tomorrow?" My eyes widen, and I look back at him, "I am sure you are well aware that we met in a Walmart, and you bought more than half of the items I could not afford, so I am going to." I stop myself. I am nagging a sweet billionaire about how I am going to stick out like a sore thumb; bite your tongue, woman. I bit my tongue to stop myself when he smiled at me, "Do not worry, I want to get to know you, so tomorrow I wanted to go shopping, kinda have to in order to keep certain things as they are, with perks on the side," he took my hand gently to caress the back of it as he never left my eyes, slowly pulling me to the enclosed back balcony.
Divorcing My CEO
Three years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses. Lira Hart, rising actress and media sweetheart, has been married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood for three long, loveless years. Their union was forged not from love, but from a contract signed by their powerful families. While the world envied her last name, Lira knew the truth: he never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered. Until the night she asked for a divorce. Suddenly, the man who never cared is showing up on her film sets, making headlines with unexpected kisses, and whispering things that sound dangerously like regret. But Lira's heart isn't something she's willing to gamble anymore, not after three years of being invisible in his world. Can a man who locked his heart away learn how to love the woman who's already slipping through his fingers? Or is this billionaire three years too late?
Twin Flames, Broken Bonds
I was supposed to be his fated mate. Instead, I became the wife he never wanted. For six months, I watched my Alpha husband fall for my twin sister while I played the perfect, invisible Luna. Then he handed me divorce papers and expected me to disappear quietly. But I'm done being the good girl. I'm done being second choice. He wants his freedom? He'll have to earn it. And by the time our three months are up, he's going to regret ever thinking he could just throw me away.
Rebirth Of The Goddess
She was the orphaned prodigy who ruled the operating room. He was the proud soldier who swore never to forgive her. Regina Coles, a gifted neurosurgeon, has no idea she is the hidden granddaughter of Morgan University Hospital's powerful Chairman or that her bloodline ties her to a thousand years old prophecy. She returns to Vanceney City as a resident doctor and is determined to prove herself. But the day she spills coffee on Captain Ryan's ceremonial uniform, she earns his hatred. And when she performs a daring surgery no one else would attempt, she becomes a target. Her cousin turns into her rival. The hospital CEO wants her gone. And Ryan will never let her off the hook for touching his father. He locks her up and swears she will pay, yet the strength in her calm defiance stirs something in him he cannot ignore, something that will one day save him. But Regina's greatest threat is not of this world. The nightmares that haunted her childhood are not dreams but memories. The demon with blue and yellow eyes is real. And when Ryan becomes brain dead, Regina is dragged by the enemies into the mystical forest where the truth awakens. She is not just a surgeon. She is the goddess rebirth. And the war for Vanceney has just begun.
Midnight Pleasures: 30 Shades Of Steamy Stories
️ Warning: This collection is sinfully explicit. Just glancing will make you squirm. If you can't handle moans, ropes, or hands where they shouldn't be turn back now. You've been warned. They say it's just fiction... but these stories burn too real. Every page drips with lust, danger, and forbidden desire. There are no love stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, and the kind of encounters that leave your pulse racing and your body aching for more. Inside these pages, you'll find hotel hookups, forbidden age gaps, dominant bosses, naughty students with teachers, moaning nurses, lesbians, stepfathers who cross the line, and desperate daughters who let them and vice versa. From BDSM dungeons to office desks, from late-night threesomes to risky public play... no fantasy is off-limits. Midnight Pleasures is a no-limits collection of erotic short stories meant to tease, tempt, and utterly satisfy. Quick hits. Slow burns. Rough rides. Dangerous desires. Even the ones you've never admitted out loud. Quietly, let's go on a journey full of pleasure. Cloud nine is overrated, there's a next cloud after that. Let's show you.
MY UNDOING VS. MY MIRACLE
In 'MY UNDOING VS. MY MIRACLE,' Hazel's life is a high-stakes balancing act. In love, she's caught between two men: one who ignites her passion and another who offers stability. But which one is her miracle, and which one is her undoing? As she navigates this heart-wrenching dilemma, Hazel's ruthless pursuit of wealth and success threatens to consume her. Will her drive for financial freedom be her salvation or her downfall? Can she find the perfect harmony between love and ambition, or will her desires ultimately tear her apart?
Billionaire's Regret: Ex Returns
The day Ava Smith discovered she was pregnant, her husband handed her divorce papers. Cold, cruel, and heartless, Logan Smith claimed he never loved her and that their marriage was nothing but a deal forced by his grandparents. His true love, Arabella, had returned... and Ava was no longer needed. Heartbroken and cast out, determined to change everything. Ava thought she had lost everything, until fate led her back into the arms of the powerful brothers she thought were gone forever. When they learned the truth, they vowed to destroy the man who broke her. The forgotten had come back with more than a broken heart. She came back with a child and a legacy. Now, Logan wants her back, claiming to repay for the past years. He fell on his knees saying, "You can't marry him, I still love you. I am sorry."