My Beautiful Forty

The Delegate 2 (Duology The Delegate )

David I was everything she needed, I would be her best friend, her brother, her father, her boyfriend or even her best husband. From the moment I met Rachel, I knew I was lost for her, or rather, fallen for her. Her smile, her look that showed me how fragile she was, like a flower petal. She never noticed, but her gaze sometimes betrayed her, and I saw that there was something she would never tell me. I would do anything just to have her smile on her lips in my mouth. Even finding out that she frequented the same BDSM club I did. Was my sorceress a submissive? Raquel I always imagined myself married and living happily ever after. But I knew it would never happen to me again. I watched movies, soap operas and always had the ending of those that we, as spectators, would like to live. And one day I go to the "BDSM" club that I always go to and I find none other than Davi Hauffenn! The man I am completely in love with! What would he say if he knew that Raquel Santos was a woman tainted by sexual violence?

The Delegate 1 ( Duology The Delegates)

Diogo I'm a man who lives just to work, but one night she walks into my police station, a hot woman, she knows... Really hot, who came with a floor that made me crazy with lust. I notice that no one looks at her the way I am looking... Everyone must be stupid, better still, do you know why? That delight will be mine. Oh, go... She knows she's beautiful, but she doesn't know yet that she's found the great love of her life. Assumption... Maybe, but that body belonged to me. I forgot to mention, you know what I loved most about her? She's the cutest chubby girl I've ever seen. I've barely met and I'm completely in love with my cutie. Antonella Who knew I'd find love, in a police station? He came as a sinful angel, making me want to sin. His name was Diogo my brother's best friend and the man because I'm completely crazy. That man belonged to me and I would do anything to have him with me, and ask him to do various crazy things, would he agree with me? Ah... And I'm going to torment you the same way I was and am being tormented by this wonderful Greek God, now the question is who's going to conquer whom faster?

My Perverted Judge

My name is Dominique Ferreira and I am the new secretary to none other than His Excellency Judge Nicholas Ruiz. He's hot as hell, there's just one catch: he doesn't notice me as a woman! After all why would a man like him notice me? I'm just a simple secretary, who is also chubby. What would happen if I accidentally texted him that I was going to a party dressed as Devassa and that I was going to get a whip? It was supposed to be a simple joke, but instead of texting it to a friend, I ended up sending it to a certain perverted judge! * I'm known as the ruthless judge, I always give sentences with an iron fist. I was never a man to mix work with pleasure, until the day my newest secretary started working with me. I've always had a thing for fuller women. Too bad I can't fuck Dominique-or can I? One day, I get an interesting email and I decide it's time to make a good judgment call. The defendant would be none other, none other than my beautiful and wanton secretary. Let's see if she will be punished or acquitted? Come and discover a new story of a perverted judge and his wanton secretary.

An Irresistible Widower

Alexandre Mendonça I live only for my work and for my two children. In fact, I don't want any other woman, what I really wanted was my wife, but unfortunately, she's gone. I loved her so much that my heart still aches and bleeds, and I ended up closing myself off from all women, as none will come close to my dear late wife Sarah! But that changed after the call I made today. Whose sassy, ​​sensual voice was that? I wondered. Until today when I received a strange call. What I wanted? It was meeting the owner of that sassy, ​​sensual voice. Jackeline Baptista or Jack Baptista I don't know what I did to God?! I'm pissed off. All things are going wrong. Even my job, which I love dearly, is driving me crazy. All because of that drop-dead gorgeous man who looked like an ogre, shit, there I am thinking about the idiot I saw today in my friend's company elevator. Soon curiosity hits me, I touch the screen and, when I look, I see Mr Ogre on the cell phone screen, then, fuck it. I kept his cell phone, I don't have a better name than Irresistible Ice.

Phoenix Mode, Activated: Burn Me Once, Watch Me Rise

Chelsey loved Brett for seven years and tried everything for a baby-doctors, IVF, surgeries. Then she found out he'd been dosing her food with contraceptives. She woke back at the fire years earlier and watched Brett carry another woman out, leaving Chelsey to choke in smoke. She realized he'd been reborn too-and picked his "true love." Chelsey walked away and married Julian, her friend's cousin and the hot firefighter who saved her; he gave her all his money the day they married. Brett scoffed... until Chelsey shone at an AI summit and Julian's real identity shocked him. Seeing her with twins and another baby coming, Brett begged, "Come back to me! Please!"

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it—she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother’s trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent—or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father’s entire empire.

The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What's worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn't thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn't seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he's different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?