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My New Boss Is My Baby Daddy

“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?
ForeverPupa · 26.7k Views

Until Dusk Protocol

At the heart of a wish lies an attempt at completion, a human desire to become our true and final selves. Wishes are fuelled by regrets and are bound eternally to the past, serving as approximations of what once was. We all experience regret and nostalgia, leading us to make wishes and find despair, but can we become our true selves despite this all? That's where the story of a girl who struggles to control her desires begins... Two souls sharing the same body and memory are living in Kyoto 2031. Tang-Ji Shizukesa, a girl who's grown up in her previous life with a hardcore passion for gaming, is now a bookworm in her new life who has no interest in video games. Along with her, Kazami and Hoyeon, the three childhood friends who separated 7 years ago due to an accident, have now been reunited again in a VRMMORPG game known as Dusk Protocol. The game has a unique combat system known as "Leere," a physical manifestation of an individual soul that can be conjured into deadly weapons. As Tang-Ji navigates this virtual world, she confronts the echoes of her past and the dissonance between her former self and her present identity. How will she cope with the rediscovery of a life she thought she left behind? How will Kazami and Hoyeon react to the new Tang-Ji? In a world where reality is malleable and death is just a click of a button away, the boundaries between past and present blur, forcing everyone to grapple with the truth of who they truly are. Disclaimer: This novel contains explicit language, violence, racism, and sexual scenes. There are also scenes that deal with various traumas, from physical to emotional to mental. (THE CHARACTERS’ CIRCUMSTANCES , TRAITS, AND BELIEFS IN THIS NOVEL ARE ALL BASED ON A TRUE STORY.)
Hiese_Kirisaku · 160.6k Views

Sullivan's Girl

“Are you hiding, little bird?” His tone was different from the usual. It wasn't the coo she knew, neither was it the song of calmness that often emanated from him. It was vibrating. An allure that in a dark and dangerous way promised a touch that would drift her alive. Annabelle kept her hand to her mouth, her heart racing past its usual rate. She wondered in that moment—now that she knew what he was—if he could hear her heart beat. As if the universe was sending her a response, she felt him stop. Right above where she hid. Holding a shaky breath, she raised her head, feeling the pressure of his feet on the wood that obscured her view from him. Surely, his ability can't go underground. Surely, the scent of watermelon and potatoes would mask her. Yet…the low chuckle that sounded like a sinister laughter made her heart jump, as her legs gave away. He lifted the wooden pallet, their gazes colliding in a fit of what seems to be prey and predator instinct. A tiny smirk was playing on his face now, the same one she was used to. And the evidence was as glaring as daylight. Blood streak marked his crisp white shirt, drooling down the side of his face to his lips—his hands, a crimson bloody mess against rich skin. The stale of another man's death lingering around him, morphing his aura and forever confirming what he is. What he will always be. “Little bird…” “Please…” A huge palm reached out to pat her nest of hair, definitely leaving behind strokes of blood. The metallic iron scent assaulted her nose in the small space she hid. He was after her heart—an organ she feared he might mean in the literal sense. As she remained in the squatting position, watermelon threatening to squash beneath her knees, she felt his pat. Once. Twice. As soothing as always for a creature like him. “I wished upon you little bird. You cannot run from me.” His words were a promise, a seal that bounded them together. Forever. ■■■■■■■ !!!This book will contain some dark smut chapters but a series of warnings will be issued beforehand. So…you will be fine ^.^
b_oaq · 740 Views