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My Stepbrother Wants Me

He’s her stepbrother, her sin and her biggest mistake waiting to happen. Catherine Brown thought moving in with her mother’s new husband couldn’t be harder until she met the cold, arrogant and sinfully attractive Julian Vaughn, her stepbrother. He hates her, teases her and gets under her skin everyday. He’s everything she should stay away from, off-limits and untouchable. But when his anger turns into something darker and hungrier, when he looks at her like he wants to ruin her innocence, Catherine realizes danger has a new name. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop wanting the one man she’s not supposed to have. When hate turns to desire, who’s really in control? EXCERPT✨ “You’ve never had sex before?” Julian asked, disbelief flickering in his eyes. Catherine hesitated, then nodded, staring at the floor instead of him. He bit his lower lip, trying to rein in the thoughts crowding his mind. Goodness, she was too innocent for her own good. “So all you did with your previous boyfriends were just kisses and smooches?” She immediately stood, her cheeks flushed. “There are no boyfriends,” she blurted. “I’ve never even been kissed. Please don’t laugh at me.” Laugh? Hell no. Julian wasn’t laughing. He was fighting the urge to pull her close. Knowing she’d never been touched only made his hunger worse. She didn’t realize he’d moved until his breath brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “Catherine, just say the word and I’ll show you what it means to be touched by a man.” Her heart stuttered in her chest and he could hear every beat.
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Borrowed Tomorrow: She Stole Time to Save Her Sister

"Dr. Chen, every hour you steal doesn't simply vanish. Everything is rewritten by it. Disgraced temporal physicist Dr. Elara Chen's pioneering work was pilfered by her mentor and utilized to build an immortality empire for the wealthy. She now works in the hospital room of a dying sister and witnesses twenty-two-year-old Mira's decline due to a temporal illness that physically removes her from the timeline—a condition that the wealthy refuse to treat because it exclusively affects the underprivileged. Elara, feeling misled and desperate, breaks into her former lab and turns on the Chronos Extraction Engine, the one gadget they claimed would never function. It doesn't pilfer wealth or authority. It takes hours, days, and even years away from people's futures in order to offer them to someone else. It takes her an hour to save her sister. Only one. However, reality breaks down as soon as that hour passes. A stranger who was meant to perish in an automobile accident the following year unexpectedly survives today and kills three people. There is no longer a child who would have been born. Elara also learns the terrifying reality that every hour she spends has a cascading effect that drastically alters the planet. Even worse, Agent Kade Ashford, the TRA's most brutal time enforcer—a man with ice in his veins and a sad background that made him vow to stop anybody who manipulates time—is now pursuing her. He ought to take her into custody right away. Rather, he makes her an unfeasible offer: if she assists him in preventing the actual criminals from utilizing her pilfered research to wipe out entire communities, he will provide her with the one item she most needs. His own prospects. Elara discovers a top-down scheme as she steals more hours to keep Mira alive: the Chronos Corporation created the temporal sickness to take advantage of the impoverished's remaining time for the wealthy. In addition to stealing her findings, her tutor used it as a weapon to carry out genocide for financial gain. Elara now has to decide whether to save Mira and watch the world burn or let her sister die and protect reality. However, Kade won't share with her the third alternative, which calls for the greatest sacrifice and would alter their understanding of time, love, and what it is to really live. The time is running out. The world is falling apart. And tomorrow is getting closer to never happening at all with each hour she steals.
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Echoes in the Walls She Hears Tomorrow's Crimes.

"The walls are communicating. And they're saying you're going to pass away." Amber Hayes had it everything six months ago: a successful career as an investigative journalist, a fiancé from one of the most influential families in San Francisco, and a Pulitzer candidacy that would solidify her reputation. Then followed the litigation that left her bankrupt and on a blacklist, the exposé she should never have written, and the betrayal that ruined her career. She now lives in a dilapidated apartment in the Mission District as a disgraced nobody, subsisting on freelance gossip pieces that murder her soul but pay the rent. Her former best friend was married to her ex-fiance. She can't get her own parents to answer the phone. With the exception of her younger sister Lily, whose cancer treatments deplete Amber's meager funds, she has lost everything. The voices then begin. At precisely 3:47 AM, she hears whispers about murders, thefts, and conspiracies that haven't yet occurred. At first, she believes she is going crazy. However, Amber discovers the impossibility: she is somehow hearing criminals plotting murders before they happen when a CEO is discovered dead just as the voices had prophesied. Amber begins recording the forecasts in an attempt to save her job and show that she is not crazy. However, she gets apprehended at the crime scene when she attempts to stop a murder, and the guy who does so is Dante Cross, the vicious wealthy prosecutor she publicly disparaged in her previous piece. The man who vowed to see her destroyed. The man whose touch continues to haunt her nightmares. She is offered a devil's bargain by Dante: either use her "gift" to assist him in apprehending a serial killer who is frightening the city's elite, or be charged as an accomplice. Amber learns three terrible truths when she is forced to interact with the cold, domineering man who ought to be her enemy: the crimes she is hearing are linked to the conspiracy that ruined her career; her ex-fiance and former best friend are involved in a trafficking ring that uses tech company resources; and Dante never intended to destroy her—rather, he was attempting to protect her from a truth that would have killed her. Amber must choose between continuing to be the victim she has become and embracing the deadly power that might cost her everything, including the man she is falling for despite all the reasons not to, as the voices get louder and the killer's pattern becomes apparent. The walls are communicating. And only one name is being shouted: hers.
zaranuhudeen · 988 Views

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[Mature Content] [Dark Themes] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her long-term boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 390.7k Views