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Savage Sons MC complete series
Havoc - Havoc A sweet like honey accent and a pair of hips I couldn't keep my eyes off. That's how it started. Darcie Summers was playing the part of my old lady to keep herself safe but we both know it's more than that. There's something real between us. Something passionate and primal.Something my half brother's stupidity will rip apart unless I can get to her in time. Darcie A pretend outlaw boyfriend to keep me safe until I could go home. It all sounded so easy. Until I started to get to know him. Until he kissed me. And then I was lost. I need Havoc more than I've ever needed another person. Especially now, when my ex fiances betrayal threatens my very life. Cyber - Cyber Everyone has that ONE person that got away, right? The one who you wished you had treated differently. For me, that girl has always been Iris. So when she turns up on Savage Sons territory needing help, I am the man for the job. The only man for the job. Every time I look at her I see the beautiful girl I left behind but Iris is no longer that girl. What I put into motion years ago has shattered her into a million hard little pieces. And if I'm not careful they will cut my heart out. Iris He still sees the weak girl I was years ago, I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. Cyber thinks I need saving. He thinks he can save the day. But there's one thing he hasn't worked out yet....He's the villain in this story... Fang- Fang. The first time I saw her, she was sat on the side of the road drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The second time was when I hit her dog. I had promised myself never to get involved with another woman after the death of my wife. But Gypsy Rose was different. Sweeter, kinder and with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She was also too good for me. I am Fang, President of the Savage Sons. I am not a good man, I've taken more lives than I care to admit even to myself. I am the total opposite of the free-spirited Gypsy Rose. But I'm going to keep her anyway. Gypsy Rose Relocating was meant to be a fresh start. A chance to start over. It wasn't a lot to ask, Until the president of the local motorcycle club started taking an interest in me. I shouldn't want Fang. He is everything I despise in a man. Too alpha, too loud and worst of all he knows how to press all of my buttons. But he isn't the only man after me. And when my past catches up with me, not even the president of the Savage Sons MC will be able to escape it. Monster- Monster They call me Monster, and no one can blame them. I am the man the Savage Sons call in when they want something really unsavoury doing. My job was meant to be simple, seduce the police chiefs daughter and leak the pictures to the press. No biggie. Except now I've kissed, touched and tasted her. I can't get enough. She might have the face of an angel but I'm not fooled. Angela is as dark and twisted as I am. The devil in her might just give my monster a run for its money. Angela He calls me angel but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am no angel. A darkness lives inside of me. One that rivals even his. Monster should be careful. Theres no going back when you get into bed with the devil. Hansel - Hansel I didn't mean to say the words; they just fell out of my mouth. And the moment I said them, I wished I could take them back. I was angry at her, and she was always angry at me. We had wanted to hurt each other. That was why the words came screaming out of my mouth. And I knew... I just knew that I had gone too far. The way she recoiled from me was a punch to the gut. I tried, I really tried to form the words to make her believe I hadn't meant it. But by then it was too late. The front door had already slammed shut behind her. I knew it was the end of our marriage, the end of the life we had always dreamt of having with one another. The end of me and her. One sentence and my life imploded before my eyes. And now she is back and embroiled in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a killer. And she's firmly on his radar... the worst thing though? The killer just might be someone we know. Who am I meant to trust, if I can't trust, my brothers in The Savage Sons? I won't fail her though, not ever again. When this is all over, she will be mine again and this time I won't be letting her go. It's time we got our happily ever after./0/49107/coverorgin.jpg?v=38390bab4e62d62bdbed1f742280af76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Bodyguard, It's Hard To Love You
For years, Erin has grappled with guilt since her high school classmate passed away. Under the influence of the friends she trusted, Daryl was challenged, resulting in his tragic demise. Seven years later, Erin did not expect that fate would punish her further. In her stepfather's will, he decided that all their wealth would go to the Arvesso family, the same family that had lost a member before. Erin now found herself caught up in this arrangement. Perhaps that was her punishment-to be the wife of Orion, someone who harbored intense resentment towards her. She believed he would let go of the past once they were married. However, it turned out that before becoming her husband, he had played the role of a protective brother. He agreed to the marriage to torment her./0/85244/coverorgin.jpg?v=2afb8e45f1a67abd53929ad9db42868e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Death Day, Her Wedding Day
The phone felt heavy in my hand, a cold, dead weight. It had been a year since I last heard her voice, a year of silence that felt like a lifetime. My doctor' s words echoed in my head: "Glioblastoma, stage four. I' m sorry, Ethan. We' re talking months, maybe less." I called her, my thumb hovering over the button. "Happy wedding day," I said, pushing the words out. "And the second thing… you once promised that you' d carry my coffin after I die." The line went dead. A week after that promise, Olivia had left me. "I never loved you, Ethan," she had said, her face a mask of indifference. Her words broke me more than the illness ever could. That' s why I was in Zurich, in a sterile room, scheduled to end my life tomorrow. But then I saw her, by the lake, skipping stones, just like we used to. As I took a step towards her, a man came up, wrapping his arm around her waist. Liam Stone. "Olivia' s fiancé," he said, extending a hand. "We' re actually getting married tomorrow." My death day would be her wedding day. The universe had a sick sense of humor. I fled, only to stumble into the path of an oncoming tram. Olivia saved me, pulling me back. But as she pulled me up, her sleeve rode up, and I saw it: a silver bracelet, engraved with "L.S." She had been with him while we were still together. My life, my love, my everything, was a lie. "I' m dying," I told her, hoarse. "I have a brain tumor." Her facade cracked. Then, she asked me for a favor. "I need you to take the photos, Ethan. Just for the ceremony." I agreed, on one condition: "I want a photo. Just one. Of you and me. Together." She agreed, then immediately abandoned me for Liam. At the wedding, she used my origami stars, our special date on her new wedding ring. "It never meant anything, Ethan," she said, her eyes cold. "It was never real." I was numb. I left, heading back to the clinic, my fate sealed. Then, a text from Liam: We could use an extra hand with some last-minute wedding preparations. He was trying to buy my compliance, to turn my final day into a transaction. Fine, I replied. I didn' t know why I agreed. Maybe I needed to burn the image of her happiness into my brain so I could finally let go./0/50515/coverorgin.jpg?v=57f8b0d0701db861812a249e6ef5fde8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FROM LOATHING TO LOVE
Silvia Winfold and Antonio Parker's love for each other became the building block of their family's long-time unending rage and hatred for each other. Silvia was ready to defile her family for the boy he loved, A decision that would cost them a lot since the horrific past experiences between their family were unfixable. Anthonio had always wanted to know the mystery behind his father's death since his mom had always shunned any word about his father's identity with a make-to-believe story that he had died after his conception while she also tried to hide her real identity as a notorious gangster from her son. With the pain The winfold had inflicted on Monalisa Parker in the past there was no way she would ever want anything to do with her except for cooperation for vengeful Revenge on Bruno Joe, Antonio's father who must remain dead for hurting her. Will Sylvia and Antonio be able to pull through the consequences and damnation that must accompany their love?/0/84149/coverorgin.jpg?v=657d7d3e19563cc94bb14bb2aca4c3ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed by Memory
The first thing I remember is the blood. My fiancée, Jocelyn, stood in the doorway, her face a mask of horror. Our perfect future shattered when I was found standing over her parents' bodies, my father's blood-soaked guitar in my hands. The police came, and I didn't resist, silenced by a terrible promise. The media branded me the "Guitar Slinger Killer," and the world condemned me. But the deepest cut came when Jocelyn, the woman who saved me, joined the prosecution, vowing to make me pay. How could she believe I was a monster? How could I explain that I was sacrificing everything, including her love, for a promise I never asked for? My silence was my only shield, a burden of pain and untold truth. Now, a "Neural-Narrative" machine will force my memories to the surface, and everyone will see. But who will they choose to believe when the "truth" is revealed?/0/39721/coverorgin.jpg?v=a97b15b40704174b8a3a1e0fc082a1ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heartless CEO Wants Me
My name is Evelyn White. I'm 20 now. I Always believed my grandma's words. There is always good in everyone's heart no matter how cruel that person is. But ever since I meet him, I don't know if I can still believe what I believe. I cursed as well as blessed the day I met him. He is the devil who made my life hell. He took everything for me. He made me his sex slave. He made me no longer have my body and my heart because they already belonged to him./0/86965/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a855a00e28f39698d16c841b7bc2792&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pain, Her Penance
The wedding planner' s voice on the phone was professional, confirming the groom had been changed to Noah Reed. My fiancée, Chloe, thought it was a surprise party. A surprise it was. I had found a marriage certificate in her drawer: Chloe Davis and Noah Reed, married for three months. Tucked behind it was an ultrasound report: twins. Not mine. For years, Chloe was my everything, my light. She saved me from darkness, taught me to trust, to love. But now, she and her family, whom I trusted implicitly, had orchestrated a grand deception, making a mockery of my love and devotion. I was the fool in a play where everyone else knew the script. They even knew about the babies, pretending they were mine. I felt nothing. A vast, empty space had opened up inside me where my heart used to be. The pain was so deep it had turned into a strange, detached calm. They couldn't hurt me anymore. I was already dead inside. I walked away from the past, leaving everything behind, never looking back. But not before orchestrating a wedding day reveal that would expose their betrayal and shatter Chloe's carefully constructed world./0/40034/coverorgin.jpg?v=819496d886aac2edbc838cb7902095cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Walking To The Target
Since adolescence, Valeria has always had a different and mature mind, always helping her beloved father, taking care of her sick and depressing mother, watching her and trying to be the opposite of her. She had a normal youth, even after her mother's suicide, hanging out with her friends, respecting her father and getting to know boys, until she fell in love with one and gave herself to him, in a relationship that wasn't perfect, but pleasant and pleasurable. Her marriage marked a new phase in her life, where together they loved each other and fought to change the future and have a comfortable and successful life. And things were working out, the fruits were harvested with joy, until Valeria's father died and she kept herself within herself, developing several personalities and defenses that made her love her life and her family in moments and hate her the next. to all. But on a beautiful Friday night, in one of these outbreaks, Valeria stops taking medication and goes to meet her friends, starting to realize that there was still life in her and starting to fight to regain in herself the right to have dominion over her acts and their hearts, fighting themselves and the illusions to be with their family./0/92284/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f0d76cf44c075835d18f9bfe2293d47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He wants her back: The billionaire's leading lady
"He tried so hard to replicate the real thing, it's impressive...well I'm back now, and your services are no longer needed." Myra knows this is the end of her and Pierce, seeing the girl who looks strikingly similar to her holding his arms in the hospital. No amount of hoping she can win him over, and living in a world of delusion can make the multi billionaire CEO, Pierce Blackwood hers. To him, she's just a stand-in after all. When Pierce's 'true love', Tami, returns, Myra knows it's time to step away. There's no need to humiliate herself anymore when the man she loves clearly has his attention on someone else. Determined to reclaim her dignity, Myra breaks up with Pierce, blocks his number, and decides to leave the past behind. But just when she thinks she's free, Pierce corners her once again, unwilling to let go. "Are you done with this tantrum? Now come home with me."/0/38939/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c102c25619ba3aa696565045b027f18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ENAMORED WITH A COLD-HEARTED BILLIONAIRE
Kyle Walsh harbors a profound disdain for the female gender as he has yet to encounter one who isn't adept at deception and perilous machinations. The singular exception to this rule is Elsa Smith, an enterprising young woman struggling to rescue her floundering enterprise. Elsa finds herself with a fleeting window of ten minutes to persuade the callous Irishman to aid her cause. With the clock ticking, Elsa faces a momentous decision: either abandon her aspirations and suffer defeat or resort to the drastic measure of leveraging her physicality to settle her financial obligations./0/91189/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc94c8a69dbe200aac2871b67cd3f43c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Lover, His Father
"Eve," he called, placing wet inhumane kisses on my neck as his strong but warm hands held my tiny waist. I closed my eyes. "Yes...sir?" I moaned helplessly, feeling the harsh tingles in between my legs. "Eve," he called again, trailing wet kisses towards my ear. "Ad....Adrian," I breathed. "What am I doing?" he asked, nibbling my ear lobe. "Touching....touching me?" "I shouldn't be touching you," he said, exploring my neck like a thirsty vampire. "I....i want you to," I stuttered shamelessly. He wrapped my neck with his hand, choking me slightly. Oh, heavens. "My son is crazy about you," he said, gripping me tightly. "I don't want him," I whispered, taking in his wicked kisses on my neck. "You should. And.......I have a wife." ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 Evelyn (Eve) Millers, a twenty-year-old college first-year student and the only child of her wealthy parents, is a lover of mafia romance stories. She dreams of a love life with a mafia boss, but a night of tragedy changed her reality in a way she never expected, tossing her life in danger until she fell into the safe hands of her college mate, Mario Morelli, a guy whom she rejected his pure advances but eventually found out he is from a mafia family. He took her to his home where she met his huge family, most especially his HOT but dangerous-looking father, Adrian Morelli, the mafia DON. Have her wishes come true? What will she do about a wish coming true but owned by another and backed with great obstacles?/0/36749/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d3011fa9e9276c3dcf8ed43629d3755&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia & Ruthless Billionaire
They laughed warmly. Abruptly, the door swung open. A troop of five men in their twenties came into view. They were in black formal suits. Only one attracted her. She sucked in her breath, her heart raced, and her body trembled. She grasped the bed sheet in her hands. She felt tightness in her chest, her belly ache, and dizziness. Last night's memory was standing in front of her in the beautiful shape of him, reality. He took her virginity. She could feel her body on fire... Liam Rodrigues is a ruthless cold-hearted Mafia & Billionaire. He is the illegitimate first child of his father. Although, his stepmom, Olivia has accepted him and dotted him like her own born. But he strongly doubts it. He never let anyone be near to him. Except for his half brothers, who are more real and loyal to him. Roselyn is an orphan, who was adopted by a rich family. She was adopted as a toy for the spoiled brat, Isha Pinto. She wanted to chase her dreams and wanted to build schools and colleges for orphan children./0/60371/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c47da6f3996bdbb644f72189edd62c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-wife, My Destination
“Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak. “That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. “Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** “Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”/0/51767/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba2f02d6ad3f9d6f5abc605b97cf8c61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Be Modest，My Master of Imperial Guards
Ten years ago, Leng Qingtang rescued Gu Yunxi, orphan of a “sinful” criminal, all by himself, in order to repay his gratitude. Unexpectedly, they were tripped by their destiny. Ten years later, Yunxi heard and believed the false accusation, and bit the hands that fed her. With just one wrong move, love extinguished, and hate appeared. It was a game of power or love. She risked her life and he bet on his love. It turned out that Gu Yunxi was a princess and Leng Qingtang wasn’t a real eunuch. People believed that she ended up in a miserable life! What do you think? Why did Leng Qingtang send Yunxi into the Palace? What was their destiny? Would the fake eunuch win the fair lady?/0/22044/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3db8b2cf19ba5d086bacc068c11fb7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SINFUL INDULGENCE 2
Yen found out that she had been into a traumatic incident five years ago that caused her to forget a huge part of her past. And that past included her marriage to Kim, the CEO of the company she was working for. She may not have recognized him right away, but there was something about Kim that drew her emotionally to him. But having already married Zed, an almost perfect husband to her except for his sexual flaw, Yen found it hard to let him go. She tried to convince her boss to move on and let her live in peace with Zed, but Kim wasn't the kind to concede. What would happen then? Who would win the fight? And who would she choose in the end?/0/85401/coverorgin.jpg?v=70f62a95e6fedff28f0c2bc35c30dbb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twenty-Seven Days of Deceit
For twenty-seven days, I sat hoping by my mother' s hospital bed, begging Olivia, the woman I' d loved for six years, to marry me. Her excuses flowed like water-"Swamped with work," "Bad timing," "Next week, honey." Then, a text. And a picture. Olivia, radiant in a wedding dress, arm-in-arm with Brandon, her childhood friend. The marriage certificate read: twenty-seven days ago. The very day my dying mother had entered the hospital and I' d first proposed. The world shattered. My phone buzzed again, an apology from Olivia: she couldn' t make our courthouse wedding, Brandon wasn' t feeling well. Another lie. That same evening, the nurse grimly told me Mom had passed away. Olivia' s deceit had poisoned her last wish. I was numb, my heart a block of ice. When Olivia called later, feigning concern, trying to string me along with more empty promises, something snapped. "Mom is dead, Olivia," I said, then hung up, letting myself finally break. I wouldn' t forgive her. Not for Mom. Not for me. I purged everything-my job, my apartment, every trace of her. But she just wouldn' t quit. Then, the ultimate betrayal: I found Brandon, her secret husband, in my bed, in my apartment, wearing my clothes, while she tried to pull another pretense of love. I walked out, leaving the wreckage behind. I fled south, seeking a clean break, a new start. My life was shattered, but I vowed to rebuild./0/86809/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d821ff4fe8ebfaee25b022de00a1d4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Eyes: A Wife's Escape
The phone rang, shattering the silence. It was the hospital. My husband, David, was in the ER. He'd been in a severe accident, his injuries particularly bad to his face and eyes. When the doctor told me his corneas were beyond repair, a strange sense of peace washed over me. The very reason I'd married him - the eyes that had once belonged to Alex, the love of my life - were now destroyed. I walked out of the hospital and called my lawyer. "Draw up the divorce papers," I said. "I'm done." My marriage wasn't real; it was a cage I'd built. For five years, I' d endured his insults, his coldness, his affairs, all to keep Alex's eyes in my life. He'd even taught our son, Leo, to despise me, to call me names, to see me with his father' s contempt. The day before his accident, I' d threatened divorce if he went on a reckless trip with his mistress. He' d scoffed, certain I' d crawl back. But now, the corneas were gone. The last piece of Alex was gone. My reason for staying, my obsession, my penance-it was all over. He wouldn't see me at the hospital, telling the nurse his fiancée, Emily, was his only family. That was fine. It made this cleaner. I was finally free./0/85714/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a511e47c7c706053901f2c51ec4bd2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Trophy Wife, Her Secret Life
My wife, Sophia Hayes, was beautiful, poised, and utterly detached. For five years, our marriage had been a bizarre, silent transaction: she'd disappear for days, even weeks, to "support" her childhood sweetheart and his failing tech startup. Each time she returned, a lavish "guilt offering" would appear – a vintage Patek, a signed first edition, a priceless Ming vase. Ninety-nine such gifts now filled our sterile mansion, each a screaming monument to her absence and my bitter complicity. I was no longer the man who' d clung to hope, who' d screamed and shattered expensive crystal. Today, as she fastened a diamond bracelet, preparing for her hundredth departure, she waved away my feigned concern for our anniversary, prioritizing his celebration. "I need you to sign this," I said, offering a document I' d subtly placed among her latest "gift." She signed, carelessly dismissing it as a prenup addendum, already thinking of David. She didn' t read the fine print. She never did. "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" it read, the final decree awaiting its ironclad confirmation. The world saw her as a successful patron, supporting a talented founder, but at a glamorous gala, the veil slipped. A reporter, sensing blood, asked, "Are you two an item?" Panic flashed in Sophia' s eyes, and in her fear, she sought me out – her hidden husband – to rescue her public image. I stepped from the shadows, played my part, and then watched as she rushed not to me, but to him, murmuring reassurances. That night, she didn't come home; the next morning, she arrived, exhausted but triumphant, thanking me for "saving us." She dismissed my quiet anger as humility, oblivious. "You asked me to be there, Sophia," I said, watching her carefully curated world unravel. "I did? When?" she asked, genuinely bewildered. Her memory, a weapon of convenience, had erased my very existence. I nodded, utterly calm as she detailed her next trip with David, making another empty promise for "us" once she returned. That date was the day our divorce would be finalized. A cold, hard satisfaction settled in my gut; the world she had built was about to come crashing down. Just not in the way she expected./0/32369/coverorgin.jpg?v=86b4903637713dbc0a6937aa1495e18c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Intertwined By Love
Lorena has just lost her mother and is desperate, as she needs to take care of her little brother who is less than six months old, but she runs the risk of losing custody of him because she has no income, and her young age still doesn't help her, her hope and go after her brother's father for financial support, so she can take care of him herself. Her mother, before she died, named the baby's alleged father, the Greek tycoon Hermes Lykaios. He's a billionaire in the real estate business, he's a married man and above all suspicion. However, soon Lorena will have the sad mission of going to this traditional family and demanding the recognition of her little brother Hande!... Upon arriving at the Lykaios' mansion, she is intercepted by the Greek's eldest son. Heitor Lykaios, upon hearing Lorena's story, soon decides not to let her go to his mother Katrina and make a scandal, revealing the son of his father's betrayal! Because her mother is sick and to avoid suffering to her. Hector is capable of anything, even assuming the paternity of his supposed brother, and marrying Lorena./0/18759/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5d82470b8381230ce54c62619918b80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
