"Don't hurt my father. He's innocent," Leanda managed to speak out to the breathe taking Mafia Lord. Pressing her hard to the wall. His eyes shimmered at her. Arching his lips to the side. "I won't. On one condition," he said huskily. Staring down at her lips. "Work for me and I'll give you all the money you need to take care of your father," Diego offered. Leanda's eyes grew wide. Could he be serious? Before she could utter any word, her lips are taken over by the dashing Mafia Lord. Savouring her lips with his kiss. ********** Leanda comes face to face with death for the first time in her life. Her boss points a gun at her to end her life. But she's saved by an unknown killer. She runs home to safety. Hiding away from this killer she didn't see. She's paid a visit in the dark of the night, by the killer. Who breaks into her home to find Leanda. The frightened lady gets fished out. Her back against the wall with a handsome man before her. Diego Giovanni, the Mafia Lord. He believes Leanda works for his enemy. He offers her a job to work for him in fishing out his enemy. Promising to give her lots of money. What will Leanda's decision be? Will she agree to work for this hand

Following the betrayal of her boyfriend and adoptive sister, Vanessa found herself pregnant without any knowledge of her baby's father. And five years later, she never deterred from her goal of finding her real parents. But her quest was interrupted when she met Alfred Whittaker, the president of G.I conglomerate and the most revered tycoon in the city. Not only did Alfred claim custody of her baby, but he also wanted her to marry him, to go against every logic she had ever constructed around herself. And as the path to achieving her dreams became narrower, she was left with no choice but to confront her fears; to marry Alfred. ~~~ As Vanessa navigates through life with Alfred, more contending forces stand in her way. What if the answer to her quest lies within his family? And what if those answers will the catalyst for the strength of their bond or its destruction?

{Warning: R-18} "No, please don't do this to me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Have I ever shown mercy to anyone, my dear Mate? Why should you be an exception?" he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "Please, I beg you, don't do this to me," she pleaded, her words barely audible amidst her sobs,"Why are you doing this? It's so painful. I hate you. Please stop." "How dare you try to escape from me? Do you think you have the courage to defy me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "I'm sorry, please, I promise I won't repeat this mistake. Please, have mercy," she pleaded, her words forming a desperate melody. "Your begging is like sweet music to my ears, Angel," he taunted, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure,"You dared to run away from our marriage. Today, I am going to show you the extent of my power." "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Being a daughter of an Alpha comes with many demands. Clara meets Damien, a hot Vampire, who turns out to be her mate but also her father's greatest enemy. Clara can not believe her fate when she realizes that she is mated to a vampire. Things can never be the same henceforth. Clara has to learn to sacrifice a lot to be with Damien. A lot of things which include going against her father. A lot of things come their way but nothing can beat fate, not as long as they can hold each other's hand and face them together.

My half-dead body scrawled to the corner of the wall of a type of cell. I was thrown into a pitch-dark room. The room, according to them, is called a confinement room; it has a big iron door and a small hole that was craved to allow the light of the world to penetrate in; the stench of blood made it more difficult to breath as it lacked ventilation. My messy hair was glued in my bloody face, and the dried blood in my body makes me smell like a dead rat. I haven't taken my bath for the past one week now, I hardly eat, and I was only fed once in two days. I was feeling weak and extremely sick; the pain I feel right now can't be described with any words. My world felt torn apart; I was brutally beaten and almost killed because of what I did.

Miya, a twenty- four-year-old lady trying to survive while searching for the man who had killed her parents when she was just six. Being forced to get a job and quit prostitution, she finally got a golden opportunity to be the personal assistant to Chicago's richest bachelor, Maxwell Collins. “Please tell your boss to stop smiling at me” Miya facepalmed “Why?” Josh, Maxwell's secretary asked. “How can someone be this handsome? God is being partial here. How can He mold his son this beautiful and me”, pointing at herself “His daughter like a chicken?” Maxwell forced back his laughter. He wasn't very knowledgeable about the girl, but he knew two things; one, she was a prostitute, calling herself daughter of God was just funny. Two, she was the beautiful one, calling herself chicken was another thing to laugh about. She was an angel, gorgeous. He paused when he realized what he was thinking. … “I love you” Maxwell confessed “Are you crazy?! Do you know I'm a prostitute?” Miya screamed but quickly lowered her voice around the last part of her speech “You are not anymore. I promise I'll pay for everyday you spend with me” Maxwell replied, causing Miya to frown at him