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A family of lies
The Clinton family appears to be the epitope of perfection, with the wealth, lavish lifestyle, and impeccable manners. However behind close doors, they struggle with secrets, lies and unresolved conflicts. As tensions rise and secrets spill, the Clinton's must confront their flaws and weaknesses to find peace and redemption./1/115400/coverorgin.jpg?v=063ab08af4c89dd65c081514f94687b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To The Wife of a Billionaire with Disabilities
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress. Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door. Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest. "Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises." The original owner had left her an absolute mess. Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings. If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days. Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic. Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies? She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim. Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest. "I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm. She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed./0/65346/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5d4c9a50353c010de6dd936e729661f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sinful Thoughts
Dive into the depths of desire with Sinful Thoughts, an electrifying compilation that explores the tantalizing world of forbidden fantasies. Each one shot within these pages invites you to surrender to your deepest cravings, where passion knows no boundaries and pleasure reigns supreme. From steamy encounters in unexpected places to sultry rendezvous that ignite the senses, this collection features a diverse array of characters who dare to embrace their innermost desires. Whether it's a chance meeting that spirals into a night of unrestrained ecstasy or a long-held secret finally brought to light, each tale is crafted to entice and enthrall. Let your imagination run wild as you explore themes of seduction, lust, and the thrill of the unknown. This erotica promises to awaken your senses and leave you breathless, reminding you that sometimes, the most delicious pleasures are found in the shadows of our minds./1/116345/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f2a30d8628075361f3c4471cd4c31c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband
I spent my entire life building a massive fortune, only to end up gasping for air in a lonely hospice bed. My nephew Trevor stood over me with a cold smirk. "Thanks for the inheritance, Aunt Clara." He whispered those words, and then he mercilessly yanked my oxygen tube right out of the wall. As I suffocated, my lungs burning like crushed glass, the bitter truth finally hit me. I had spent decades working myself to the bone for a family that completely despised me. In my final, agonizing seconds, the only face I saw was his. Cade. The rugged, silent military man I had married and brutally driven away. I remembered how I had treated him like garbage on our wedding night because of his scars. How I had starved his sweet little boy, Leo. How I had forced Cade to give every penny he earned to my abusive mother, ruining our lives until the toxic marriage finally broke him. Dying in that pitch-black room, my heart shattered with regret. Why had I been so blind? Why did I throw away the only man who loved me when I was unlovable, just to be murdered by the parasites I fed? A violent jolt ripped through my spine, and my lungs flooded with sweet, painful air. The sterile hospital ceiling was gone. I was sitting on a scratchy red mattress, wearing a cheap lace wedding dress. I had been reborn to my wedding night. And this time, I wasn't going to let my husband sleep on the couch./0/41570/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9db0077abee555778924e8f00b7c0b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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BEYOND THE PROPHECIES
BEYOND THE PROPHECIES For Teniola, a young lawyer seeking to be married before her 30th birthday, only one thing stood in the way of her happily ever after- prophecies. When her mother's obsession with finding the perfect, prophet-approved son-in-law threatens to break her fifth chance at love, her mother's unmarried best friend, Ronke, must unravel the secrets of her own pasts to keep history from repeating itself. Will Ronke succeed at helping her friend see that faith, divine mentorship and absolute dependence on the word of God was the only way to victory or is it too late for her to see beyond the prophecies?/0/78494/coverorgin.jpg?v=90387befb65348193257c2e41f95d393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Laced with lies
Juliet leaned against the weathered rail of the boardwalk, the salty breeze tangling her hair as she closed her eyes. Allen's laughter echoed in her mind-quiet, low, the kind that wrapped around her ribs and stayed. They used to sit on this very spot, passing sketches between them, dreaming of galleries and quiet lives. He had called her "wild with restraint," a phrase she never understood until he was gone. She could still feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her art. "Don't vanish," he had whispered. And yet, she had. The town of Bridgeport hadn't changed much in eight years. The same white cottages lined the coast, the same gulls circled overhead, and the same scent of seaweed and cinnamon buns from Margie's Diner floated on the wind. It was Juliet who had shifted, reformed, rebuilt herself in cities where no one knew her name. She turned back from the rail and walked toward the cluster of buildings that made up the town's center. Her father's campaign posters were pasted on nearly every pole-Lewis Johnson for State Senate. The sight made her stomach twist. Juliet had returned for three reasons: to sell her late mother's house, to visit Allen's grave, and to face the past long enough to escape it for good. But the house had not welcomed her. Dusty, echoing, full of old canvases she'd never finished, the rooms felt like frozen whispers of a girl she no longer was. She reached Margie's and stepped inside, the bell over the door chiming like an old friend. A few heads turned. A pause. Then came the hush. "Juliet Johnson?" Margie stepped from behind the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, eyes wide. "Well, I'll be. You're a ghost." Juliet smiled faintly. "Just visiting." Margie's hug was warm and cinnamon-scented. "Your daddy'll be glad to know you're in town." Juliet doubted that. "I'll stop by." Margie gave her a booth and a slice of cherry pie without asking. As she ate, Juliet stared at the walls. Photos from decades past filled them: fishermen, town fairs, prom queens, and one image in particular-a black-and-white shot of Allen and Juliet on the boardwalk, his arm draped around her shoulder, both laughing mid-sentence. It hurt to look at. So she didn't. The next morning, Juliet walked to the cemetery on the edge of town, her sketchpad tucked under her arm. She passed rows of sun-faded headstones until she reached Allen's. The marker was modest-Allen Graves, Beloved Son, Dreamer, 1989–2017. At its base were seashells, dried flowers, and a small bundle of pencils bound by twine. She knelt. Ran her fingers over the name. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't have left the way I did." There was no reply, of course. Just the distant crash of waves and the rustling of dune grass. But Juliet opened her sketchbook anyway and began to draw. A boy at peace. A sea that never stopped moving. She didn't hear the footsteps until they were close. A small voice broke the silence. "Are you an artist?" Juliet turned. A boy stood a few feet away, freckled, maybe ten years old, holding a crumpled bag of marbles. He looked like Allen had once-same dark hair, same curious eyes. "I am," she said. "My name's Marco. My granddad's buried over there." He pointed. "What's your name?" "Juliet." He nodded solemnly, then peered at the sketch. "He looks nice." "He was." Marco looked at the grave. "You must've loved him." Juliet didn't answer right away. "I did. In ways I didn't understand until I couldn't tell him anymore." Marco sat cross-legged beside her, uninvited but not unwelcome. "I think when you draw someone, it means you still love them." Juliet smiled. "You might be right." They sat there for a while, two strangers in quiet company. When Juliet finally stood, Marco said, "You should come to the boardwalk fair. It's tomorrow night. My mom says it's the best thing about this town." Juliet hesitated, then nodded. "Maybe I will." Later that afternoon, she found herself in her father's office. Lewis Johnson stood behind his desk, speaking into a headset, gesturing toward charts on a whiteboard. Politics still clung to him like cologne. Juliet waited until he noticed her. He froze mid-sentence. "Juliet," he said, removing the headset. "Hello, Dad." He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her into a surprisingly firm hug. "It's been too long." She stiffened, then relaxed. "Eight years." "You could've called." "You could've asked why I left." A beat passed. He didn't answer. Instead, he motioned to a chair. "You look well." "So do you. Campaigning suits you." "It's exhausting." He smiled thinly. "But rewarding. We're close." Juliet nodded, unsure what to say. So many unspoken things between them. He cleared his throat. "Your brother's organizing the fair tomorrow. It's part of the campaign. You should come. Reconnect." "Reconnect with who?" "With the town. With you/1/113537/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ff42411a40049c7dea94cbe150f2b02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires
Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires. This is unfiltered, it is forbidden, it's stories that will keep you up at night. ****************** "Ever had sex before?" he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There's a huge bulge in his boxer already. "Ye..yes," I stutter. He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm. "Good, cause i'm going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop." I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there. "Bend over, princess." ************************* This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED This is a collection of every lustful desires you've ever had. Grab a wine and a pleasure toy, YOU WILL NEED IT!/0/21553/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7964c940b9a30f19f7aef8a42f2e32c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hound
"let me get you to my car and I’ll drive you to the police station” he assured. “No! I can`t go with you!” she screamed. Her heartbeats now being felt through her wrist. Her screaming echoed sky high and then the silence. A disturbing presence filled the atmosphere. The bushes rattled and shock behind them. The noise kept getting louder and louder. It was coming for them. They could hear it clearly speeding towards them. The girl broke free from his grip. She gave him a look that said `it`s not safe here` then she took off running into the fading fog./0/19833/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a9f12e1e3294903a8f6f138ecab21a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresistible Desire
What happens when two sexually-active people stay in the same apartment? Leah, a young lady who stayed with Tony, her male best friend lives a life of pretence. Her secret becomes exposed after a one night stand with Gabriel, a billionaire. She decides to work for Gabriel and take care of his sick father but he wants more than that. He wants her! When Leah realizes that he's a cheat, she doesn't give into his desires. Events take turns and secrets are exposed. What happens when Leah's ex boyfriend comes back? Will she give into Gabriel's sexual desires to deceive her ex boyfriend? Find out by reading this novel./0/19681/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4295fc0857b3d402e337a6ff7f26333&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pairless
Have you ever lost a precious thing dear to your heart? Have you ever been bullied cause you are Pairless? That's sounds awkward right? You knows how I feel right? "Don't you dare open that damn room!Mom yelled as she caught me Tiptoeing to the closed❎ room. The room is suspicious right?Yes I knew it.....She makes 3 servings instead of two and passed it to the damn room "Am no longer a kid mom! I need to know what in this damn room! I yelled my throat out "Then proves that to me kiddo" She said the most annoying part/0/61607/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd36484f85104419a409a5306143935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wild Pleasures( Steamy Romance)
Rated: strictly 18+ This collection of short steamy erotic stories is a tantalizing journey into the world of passion and lust. Each story immerses readers in intense and intimate encounters, exploring the boundaries of desire and pleasure. From fiery romances to forbidden fantasies, these tales push the limits of sensuality and seduction. Get ready to be swept away by the heat and intensity of these steamy narratives, where passion reigns supreme and desires are unleashed without inhibition./0/21404/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fcc285bc8ab0e4917597580faa62005&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The mysterious island
Tris Black finds herself in an unknown island with her five best friends . Escaping her misery after her boyfriend cheated on her , she went on a vacation to an island where strange things started happening and people started dying . Mason King . Biggest billionaire in the country received an invitation to an island where he can spend his vacation , where he meets Tris . Together they try to find the mysteries of the island and why both of them got the invitation in the same time and who is behind these murders ./0/21250/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd1a7125d395c6a288ae14028595ab11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Luna is the last Fairy Princess
Flora was a vagabond at age 16. She's been on the streets as long as she can recall. One day, she bumps into a hot billionaire who turns out to be a werewolf and her mate. But she's just a puny, dirty human from the sewers, right? So the pack doesn't like her one bit./0/23754/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d0e032eba5b5b55c2ea99d794a5736d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Three Strange Words
Fuck life! Fuck Fairy tales, Fuck dreams! "They don't exist to me. We just hear about them in movies but trust me, they're far from us... From me!" . Astral, An aspiring teenager who was dropped off at an orphanage, decides it's time to end it all by jumping off a cliff. . But what happens when she's saved by the dare devil? Her number one enemy/hated person on earth? . Two opposite side attracts as fate decides to bring them closer in a way neither of them ever expected./0/28765/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ba0ea111643e15fefca90496fb4527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Will I ever feel free?
***** Trigger Warning ***** 13 months of my life has been spent behind the secure doors of the hospital. Today I get released. How did my life turn out like this? I once had the perfect family. Join us to find out about Jasmine’s past, will she see the light at the end of the tunnel?/0/20788/coverorgin.jpg?v=235c6277ae9cf5b5eba1b17207f06954&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You are my Sunshine
Satyadev, our male protagonist, is one of the leading businessmen in Chennai city in the southern part of India. He owns the renowned chain of star hotels, which spread across all over the world. Dev is a cold-hearted, arrogant, self-centered man and also a Casanova type. There is no such word called sympathy or empathy in his dictionary. Anuradha, our female protagonist, is the eldest daughter in her family working as a clerical staff in Dev's office. Though she came from a struggling family background, she is not a naïve girl, but a polished person with confidence and knows how to articulate her emotions. But in desperate straits, she became indebted towards Dev's family. When she was determined to repay her debt, will Dev accept her kindness or just ignore her like a piece of trash. Peep into the book to join the journey of Dev and Anu. If you're looking for a different reading experience, which can transport you through south Indian Tamil culture and customs, you can try this book./1/101518/coverorgin.jpg?v=578ea0b730c71843a78fb466c984f228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven words
Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried. "She won't suspect anything tonight." Betrayal should have broken her. Instead, it sharpened her. While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity. As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late. Seven words ended her trust. Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world. A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence./0/21266/coverorgin.jpg?v=878fd891cb5d9b3db537d9574c59116b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
