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LET'S ROLL THE DICE

LET'S ROLL THE DICE

Luna the only daughter of the leader of notorious assassin the bloody haven, she moved like a ghost. Her father, the bloody and cruel leader of the notorious Bloody haven assassin, although he gave her a quality education, he had had shaped her into a lethal instrument. Despite her intelligent, her beauty and curves that adorned her body she doesn't believe in love and affection because of the way she was raised. The memories of her first mission scared her and it haunted her. They called her " The Ghost," a name that cause shiver down the spine of many people. Her face remained veiled, her eyes bloodshot and unyielding. Human lives was worthless to her and they held no value to her. Human life held no value for her, it was merely a means to an end. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford, and her only confidant was the cold steel of her gun. Luna found herself entangled with the Leonard Cohen a man who she was assigned to kill by her father. Leonard Cohen is a billionaire and the CEO of Golden Corp group a man who wielded power and influence that rippled through the country. A man who was trained in the art of Martials, a man whose heart was devoid of trust. How could she get close to the cold CEO? Could love bloom in the midst of danger? Would she succeed in her mission, or would her heart betray her? Destiny had drawn them together as they both fell in love. Luna faced a choice, loyalty to her father or the possibility of a forbidden connection with the man she was sent to kill. But will that same destiny that brought them together tear them apart?
For His Love: My Public Shame

For His Love: My Public Shame

My family's beloved Majestic movie theater was facing foreclosure, a legacy crumbling after my father's passing. I, Amelia Hayes, an aspiring screenwriter, had one desperate shot: get my script noticed. Then, a powerful Hollywood producer, Marcus Thorne, offered a lifeline: "Be my companion, and your theater is saved." I fell for his charm, mistaking grand gestures for genuine affection. But his A-list ex-fiancée, Victoria Sinclair, reappeared, instantly making it clear I was nothing but a temporary distraction, a pawn in Marcus’s desperate game to win Victoria back. Victoria orchestrated cruel tests, and Marcus consistently chose her, culminating in him publicly abandoning me at a gala. She moved into his home, humiliating me, then framed me for an attack, leading Marcus to lock me in his wine cellar without question. Later, at a public university event, he looked straight at me and coldly denied knowing me. The humiliation, the betrayal, the objectification—how could I have been so foolish, so disposable? Every "affectionate" moment had been a calculated lie, designed to make Victoria jealous. The man I thought I loved had used me, broken me, then discarded me. Enough was enough. I wouldn't be his pawn any longer. I sent him a final, defiant message, severed all ties, and left for Paris, determined to reclaim my dignity, heal my heart, and write my own story, far from the gilded cage of Hollywood.
LOVE BENEATH RIVALRY

LOVE BENEATH RIVALRY

"It's only fair to have some fun as well" I muttered to myself, ready to leave my dignity behind as I cheerfully reached for the bulge in his pants, letting my fingers roam wild as I pulled out his already hardened d**k, teasing the tip with my tongue as I marvelled at his size. "Suck it and don't stop until I tell you to" he ordered whilst grabbing a firm hold of my hair, yanking my head backwards. "Stop" I muttered inaudibly, "you're gripping too hard". "What? Can't handle it a little rough?" He mocked, yanking me up by my hair, pinning me against the wall. "i have no intention of being gentle with you, so if you can't sit pretty and take it like a good girl, then you're welcome to leave, but making that decision might cost you your life, because I don't like it very much when women walk out on me, especially during intimacy" "so...what's it going to be?" I smirked lightly as I answered his question by shoving him to the bed. "Then it seems I have no choice but to please you tonight, you can use me however you see fit and I'll ensure to ride you like my life depends on it" I responded, my clothes slowly falling to the floor layer by layer as I got on top of him, smiling in satisfaction as I buckled his belt around his wrist, restraining him to the bed as I positioned myself, ready to take full control. Elisa darkhorse, betrothed to Damian Greyhound but is met in matrimony with him young uncle (Leonard Greyhound) instead. will Damian give way for their relationship to blossom? or will the relationship prove fatal as a toxic love triangle is formed?
Tempest's Embrace

Tempest's Embrace

"Free me and I will save you," he promised. ~*~*~*~*~ A Pirate in peril... Pirate Justin O'Shea is finally captured by his enemy, he had no choice but to sit and wait for his men to come to his aid. But, when his captor decides to bring aboard captives from another raided ship, he is stunned by the beautiful young girl that is willing to set him free. An exquisite Treasure to be had.... Tempest Whitwell, the young daughter of an admiral is finally returning to London from the Carribean. But, when her fathers ship is raided by ruthless pirates she is taken captive. Now aboard the Dead Nave, she's mystified by the man chained to the ships mast. A prisoner she befriends and later frees. Never trust a pirate.... Her sweet, trusting nature lands her in an impossible scrape. After freeing the captive that promised to help her, she suddenly finds herself the prisoner of the pirate "The Black Scourge", the irresistible Justin O'Shae. An undeniable attraction forms between them. One he must deny to protect her. Caught between his loyalty to the sea, a dreadful past and the forbidden desire for the young impetuous beauty, he knows she is not safe by his side and reluctantly returns her to her family. Now tormented with his forbidden desire he vows that she will be his. But betrayal, revenge, misunderstanding, heartache and fierce love are soon to follow. It's a love as temperamental as the sea where it all began and he would weather any storm to have her.
My Wife, My Enemy

My Wife, My Enemy

Five years into our child-free marriage, a rule my wife Sarah adamantly enforced, she introduced me to Luke and Annie, identical three-year-old twins, claiming they were "ours now." My heart, longing for a family despite a vasectomy two years prior, a sacrifice for her, soared with a confusing mix of shock and overwhelming hope. I believed she had changed her mind, the silent sadness I carried finally seen. But that hope shattered when my doctor revealed the devastating truth: my procedure wasn't a simple vasectomy; my seminal vesicles had been completely removed five years ago, leaving me permanently infertile. Then, a whispered conversation between Sarah and her brother confirmed my worst fears: the twins were Mark' s, her "dying" lover, and my seminal vesicles had been transplanted into him. My love was never enough; I was merely a tool. The house, once my home, became a battleground of deceit. Sarah, the master manipulator, twisted every truth, using the very children born of her betrayal to isolate and hurt me. I was a ghost in my own life, watching the woman I loved play happy family with her real obsession, Mark. The pain of betrayal was a physical ache, yet a chilling clarity emerged: her carefully constructed world was about to unravel. Who was this woman I married? Who orchestrated such a grotesque scheme, using my body, my fortune, to fulfill a twisted fantasy? The innocence of the life I thought I had was brutally stripped away, leaving only a raw, burning injustice. How could I have been so blind? Lying alone in the guest room, the ashes of my old life scattered in the fireplace, I didn't cry. I made a plan. I wouldn't just leave. I would dismantle her world, piece by piece. The fight for my self-preservation had just begun.
Back to the Engagement Feast, I Chose His Uncle

Back to the Engagement Feast, I Chose His Uncle

Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined. On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry. In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her. Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit. Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite. Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her. "This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered. Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status. But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust. Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air. "If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family." "But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez." She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.
The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage." For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart. My final act was an escape. But death brought no peace. Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body. I waited for shock, for panic. Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face. He didn't rush to my side; he laughed. A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face. My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge. From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance. I died thinking this was his ultimate victory. But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted. I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me. A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie? What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all? I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved. He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment. It was just the beginning. And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction.