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The Royal Fake Love
Short stories The fat antisocial Princess...... The handsome jerk prince..... Both have separate personalities and heart but are being forced to merge as one.
Her, Yvonne Anastasia Fredrick the first, daughter to the king of Aurelia and crown princess of Restropia.
Him, Octavia Ashley Julius the third, the crown prince of Restropia and reknowed "flirt king"
It was just an ordinary day in the Kingdom of Aurelia when the messager from the kingdom Restropia arrives with a marriage proposal from the king and Queen seeking for Yvonne's hand in marriage for their son who was yet to find out....
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Yvonne brushed off the mud stain on her gown as she angrily set off to challenge the horse rider, chasing after him with her favorite horse, Thunder, she caught up with him.
"I order you to stop!" She yelled. He who she had chased for the past minutes controlled his horse to make a stop, he climbed down his horse and tied it around a tree, taking a walk to where her horse stood as she looked down at him.
He forced out his sparkling smile that charm every girl's heart that he meet, thinking such charm would work on the lady on the horse, surprises he was yet to find.
"Is there any problem my lady" he said smiling before offering to get her off her horse since he has been sitting there for a while now. Octavio was unaware of the fact that the fat lady he was yet to despise was his crown princess.
He smiled again as he seemed to be winning her over, he didn't care one bit about her size besides his flirty charm was for all sizes.
"My gown.... It's dirty" she said, pointing to where the stain lie not explaining how it was Octavio's concern.
"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" He asked, taking a step back so she could get down from her horse by herself.
"Yes... You and that filthy horse of yours stained my dress, you should know that you aren't supposed to ride your horse quickly in that tiny road even as you are a noble" she said, clearly taking it that he dresses well so that places him above commoners and the fact he had access to the slim road from before shows that he was no ordinary person. "As your Princess I would like to show mercy if you apologise to me" she said proudly, she does take pride in letting people know her status while using it to torment them.
Octavio laughed. he recognized her now, the rude lady from before to think he would've really apologise for what he did wrong especially to a lady like her who doesn't even care about people's feelings.
He snubbed her presence and went on to untie his horse leaving the princess to watch the dust..... Such disrespect! La Doña
Romance Lorraine Rivera Garcia (Doña) is a fearless woman with a heart of stone, born into a world where every enemy must fall at her mercy, she remains unstoppable. Even after taking over everything her beloved father left for her, Lorraine thirst for more brings her to the edge where there is no looking back.
Sebastian De León ("La Muertè" which means death) is scorned by the maltreatment that rained upon him and his parents three years ago by the Garcia's and most especially Doña, returns back to seek revenge.
The hunger to be regarded as the top mafia in Esmeralda brings about group clashes, gunfight and assets war. One of them has the upper hand and the other will lose everything.
Excerpt
Sebastian watched from afar as the woman he saw as sultry and seductive woman takes off her robe and stepped into the warm lake that has been heated by the sun.
He imagined himself running his hands through her soft back while sprinkling showers of water from her forehead and watching it slide to her breast.
Her long hair was what drawed him to her, as they covered her. His whole hold weakened as he saw as she gracefully washed her skin, her eyes caught his attention as she quickly covered up.
"Who are you?" She asked quite rudely for a woman of great poise, though she wasn't wrong to have spoken in that way, the man in question has been staring at her for a while now.
Sebastian knew that if he introduced himself as who he was then there might be trouble. "I am just a lowly servant" he gave a short introduction as to who he wasn't. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, already taking off his shirt and loosening his belt.
Lorraine was stunned by this man's bravery, she was made to wonder if he knew of her identity and seeing that he doesn't, she believed him to be a stranger who is only passing by, probably at his rest stop before heading to his master's house.
"Join me" she heard herself say and Sebastian smiled taking off his trousers, then his his boxers before joining her. You might like
His Nasty Little Virgin
viviane *Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances.
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"Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium.
The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me.
"Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly.
He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear.
"Come for me, bluebird."
The Day He Chose Her, I Chose Myself
Gavin For three years, New York socialite Elara Vance relentlessly pursued ranch foreman Ethan Cole, culminating in her 999th heartbreaking attempt on his remote Wyoming ranch.
His brutal, final rejection shattered her, slamming shut any hope for a future with him.
Humiliated and utterly heartbroken, Elara contacted her estranged father, agreeing to an arranged future she had always resisted, just to escape the unbearable pain.
Sent to her father's distant ranch as a punitive measure, she found herself under Ethan's command, where his coldness only intensified.
Worse, local darling Lily Hayes emerged as her relentless tormentor, subtly sabotaging Elara at every turn – faking injuries, burning Elara’s cherished mother’s photograph, and even feigning a snakebite to claim the only available antidote.
But the most agonizing blow came when Ethan, blind to Lily’s cunning, consistently sided with her, punishing Elara for invented misdeeds and choosing Lily over her, even when Elara lay near death from a venomous bite.
"Give it to Lily," Ethan commanded, explicitly condemning Elara when there was only one dose of antivenom left, a decision that cemented his utter disdain and her profound despair.
How could he be so incredibly blind, so easily manipulated by Lily's saccharine deceit, while seeing Elara, who genuinely loved him, as nothing more than a calculating socialite?
Stripped of hope and utterly broken by his repeated cruelty and his public demand for her apology for Lily's malicious acts, Elara made a radical choice: she abandoned her past, rejecting Ethan and her privileged life to marry the kind, humble farmer Noah Miller, seeking peace and genuine respect far away from everything she knew. The Divorce She Demanded
Gavin "Sarah, about that Chicago job…" Mark’s words echoed, triggering a chilling deja vu.
He was about to tell me my dream job, the history department head role in my hometown, had to be sacrificed for his needy sister-in-law, Jessica.
Twenty years ago, I acquiesced, losing my path, my husband, and ultimately, myself to Mark’s relentless prioritization of Jessica and the town’s pitying whispers. This time, my defiant "I'm taking the job" was met with accusations of selfishness and indifference from him, and feigned sweetness from her. Our escalating conflict climaxed when a violent ice storm collapsed our house; trapped under debris, I watched Mark abandon me to save Jessica and her son.
The searing pain in my leg was nothing compared to the gut-wrenching realization: he had chosen them, fully expecting me to die, his ultimate betrayal a stark and final message.
But in that wreckage, a new resolve solidified: this wasn't an end, but liberation. From my hospital bed, I vowed to reclaim my life, refusing his eventual, posthumous apologies and compensation, finally free to forge my own destiny in Chicago. 
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