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Hate Me Professionally

SMUT DONT READ IF BELOW 18 “I hate you, you monster,” I gasped, the words tearing out of me even as my hips bucked up against him. Adrian’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He was on top of me on the bed, the hard length of him grinding slow and filthy between my thighs, dry-humping me through the thin scrap of lace that was all I had left on. His eyes raked down my chest, lingering on the black lace bra that barely contained me, the way my nipples pushed against the fabric with every desperate breath. “Really?” he scoffed. “You hate me so much you’re soaking through your panties when I haven't even brought out the real thing?" I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pull him closer. My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, knuckles white. “Shut up—” He rocked harder, the friction so perfect it ripped a broken moan from my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hand slid up, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing the edge of the bra. “You can say you hate me all you want, Alexandra. We both know it's a lie." I hated that he was right. ~ He made her teenage years a living hell. Now he wants to make her his wife. Alexandra Calloway didn’t expect her miracle job interview to end in a slap across her former stepbrother’s face. She definitely didn’t expect Adrian Reyes, ink-haired, gray-eyed, and disgustingly successful, to propose marriage before dessert. He was her first heartbreak before she even knew what heartbreak was. The boy who made her feel invisible, unwanted, and small. The boy she spent ten years trying to forget. Now he's her husband. The contract was simple. One year. Fifteen million dollars. No feelings. A business arrangement between two people who are supposed to hate each other. Supposed to being the most dangerous phrase in the English language. Because the way he looks at her isn't hatred. The way his hands find her waist in a crowded room isn't business. And the secrets buried beneath his cold gray eyes aren't simple at all…..
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Blood Moon: The Lycan's Queen

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." ______________ Synopsis Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he loved her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov is a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. Author’s POV: “have you ever read a werewolf story that is set in ancient time, with the focus on Regency era romance? If not, then sit back let this story take you on a wild ride of ectasy (;..^~^.;). I promise you’d be blown away!” _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Excerpt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" #Slowburn #Morally twisted Ml #Adventure #R18 #Dark Romance __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP
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Branded Into a Name

He has spent his whole life running — from the voices pouring in from every direction, from the hands reaching out of the dark, from a world that has never once felt safe. Gong Ian sees things others cannot. He always has, from the very first day. And it has never stopped. On the day he moved into his grandmother's old house seeking only silence, he found something hidden deep inside a wardrobe. A cold, heavy, dark red cylinder. And a name that left his lips before he could stop it. Cheonghyeon. From that moment on, everything changed. Shin Cheonghyeon had been waiting. For centuries, sealed inside that cylinder by his own choice. Bound by the name given to him by the one person he had ever chosen to protect — waiting for the day that name would be spoken again. The face was no longer the one he remembered. The voice had changed too. But the pulse beneath his fingertips, and the scent of that soul, remained exactly as they had always been. "I hope you'll find it to your liking this time." Gong Ian remembers nothing. Not the name he carried in another life, not the life itself, not the price someone else paid on his behalf. All he knows is this: that the ghost now sharing his crumbling old house is beautiful in a way that unsettles him. That the cold in the places where Cheonghyeon stands feels unlike any cold he has known before. And that his body has begun to remember something his mind has not yet caught up to. But something else is moving in the dark. An enemy that has spent just as many centuries in pursuit has already begun to reach for what Gong Ian carries within him. What remains between the two of them: an indelible mark. A name stronger than any single lifetime. And a love that chose, every time, to protect rather than to possess — — believing that even disappearing without a word was still a way of keeping him safe. That obsession and devotion could come from the same place — he never says it out loud.
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