smårt💙❤️
smårt💙❤️'s Book(1)
I'm your fate (I would rather die)
Romance
Jericho Brown is the school most popular boy,He's got the looks but he's not the most popular just because of that,the main reason why he's popular is his ability to make three girls cry on the same day.
Don't judge with his innocent looking face,yes his face is damn too innocent to have such attitudes of his.
His face screams perfection,and that's the weakness of the girls.
He's a crazy Casanova,it should be an official statement for girls to stay away from Jericho Brown but still they never stop flocking over him like lost sheep,giving him more rooms to break more hearts.
Aside being a Casanova,he's the school biggest enemy,he's the type who does things only to make himself happy not minding if anyone gets hurt in the process.
He cares less about people's feelings.
Some says he grew up where there was no love,because absolutely that word is missing and weird in Jericho's dictionary.
He's the only one you will find countless bad habits in his hands.
In a word,Jericho live his life only the way he wants not giving a damn about anything in the world.
It would have been so perfect when an innocent girl came into his life,if only she's not off his limit. Someone he shouldn't dare to stay close with,but even though Jericho tried his best not to get close to her,she kept on coming and coming until he was unable to resist any longer.
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Mercy Kay For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
The Lycan kings pet slave
Paige T Their kiss left them craving more, their bodies aflame with desire. Brynn willingly granted Killian entry to her mouth, his yearning evident in a throaty moan.
His scorching lips ignited a passionate fire within her, and his hand gently traced along her curves, coaxing seductive sounds from Brynn's lips.
While they hadn't ventured beyond their previous encounter in the study, Brynn's readiness was palpable. She longed for him so ardently that the mere thought of having him made her quiver.
Killian was enraptured by her taste, his desire overwhelming. He broke the kiss momentarily to gaze into Brynn's eyes, which smoldered with a hunger that mirrored his own. They both ached for each other.
As his fingers deftly undid the buttons of her attire, a shiver of anticipation coursed through Brynn's skin. When Killian beheld her exposed breast, he couldn't resist a hiss of desire, sending her into blissful sighs as her garments fell away.
Her gown pooled at her feet, leaving Brynn in a sensuous black two-piece lingerie set that left Killian spellbound. The way her voluptuous curves accentuated her body left him in a state of eager anticipation, his excitement evident.
"Damn," he muttered, reminiscing about their previous passionate encounters. "You're incredibly seductive," he declared, his voice husky with desire, as he guided her gently to the bed. "And you're all mine." The Billionaire's Secret: A Nasty Web of Lies
Generis "You think I'd stoop so low to fuck servants like you do?" He yelled-
Oh, but he did!
Hear me out,
Thane Moneau, an enigmatic billionaire, gets tangled up with Lena Hayes, a charming, love-hungry young lady who asks for nothing but to be loved. She's sent to prison for a crime she knew nothing about by her husband, and that was where she'd met Thane; her prison bully. She was released ten months after to find her step sister, Mira, had taken over her marriage. With nowhere else to go after signing the divorce papers, she returned to her father's house only for the heartless man to sell her off as a maid. There again, her world and Thane's collided as her boss was Thane's irresponsible father.
Not long after, Mr Moneau senior was killed and Thane was nowhere to be found. Soon, she discovered Thane is actually a ruthless billionaire, and numerous questions filled her mind. How had such a rich man ended up in the kind of dirty prison where she was? Why did he go undercover? And how on earth was he so rich but his father lived in an average house and fucked whores for a living?
Also, what happens when Lena goes from being a wife to Adrian Devonshire, to a maid for an old man, then the personal maid to Thane who hates her guts? Will things get worse or will she thrive when unforeseen circumstances force her to get married to the ruthless, arrogant billionaire, Thane Moneau? Married To The Mafia Boss
Elk Entertainment You may kiss the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears.
I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight.
His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment.
He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly.
My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore.
I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one! 
