"What happens when a billionaire CEO goes to college? Faith is about to find out. Utterly and completely broke, Faith is forced to work three different jobs to support herself through college. Unlike her counterparts, Faith failed to get the good fortune of being born into a rich family. God's attempt to make it up to her must have been giving her a super sharp brain which is the only reason why she could attend the prestigious Barbell University on a half scholarship. But, with the remaining half of her tuition going into ,000, Faith is forced to slave away night and day at her part-time jobs while simultaneously attending classes, completing assignments, taking tests and writing exams. Faith would do anything--literally anything, to get some respite, including taking on the job of tutoring a famously arrogant, former-dropout, self-made billionaire CEO of a tech company for a tidy sum. Devlin has returned to college after five years to get the certificate he desperately needs to close an important business deal. Weighed down by memories of the past, Devlin finds himself struggling to move ahead. Can Faith teach this arrogant CEO something more than Calculus and Algebra? Will he be able to let go of the past and reach for something new?"
Kara is a witch with a lot on her hands: busy job at the supernatural council, crazy friends, demonic contracts… almost enough to distract her from the past she’s actively avoiding. That is, until a drunken mistake comes back to haunt her… in the form of a fully published teen romance. The lead of said romance of course being Varaac, the demon who once meant everything to her. Now with the long buried past being stirred up again, Kara must navigate a danger filled present."He hates her so much but she feels so safe with him... Orla Sullivan is the seventh and last daughter of Arnold Sullivan. She is a young girl who is loathed and rejected by every member of her family. Though a Sullivan, Orla lived a solitary life until she met Callan Barlowe at an uninvited dinner in her home. Callan Barlowe is a ruthless billionaire, a man whose aura exudes dominance and agitation. He believes in working hard to make money and when he needs to relax; sleeping with high-class hoes is not an option, but a must-do for him. Marriage is not included in the list of things he has to do in life, but his mother wants him to get married at all costs. Callan's and Orla's worlds collided and now, Orla's life is about to completely veer around from worse to something more inimical because she's about to get married to Callan Barlowe; the ruthless billionaire boss who doesn't give a shit about anyone.""The night was stormy and the sky was without stars as the cloud weeps heavily, the rain poured down in endless torrents as the rogues tore through the pack killing every living and moving thing they could find, lightning flashes across the sky and the thunder roars louder than ever. I stood in the midst of all the destruction too shocked to move a limb, a dirty looking brown rogue noticed me and darted in my direction but my mom's white wolf ran into his side causing him to fall to the ground before digging her teeth into his neck and then proceeded to shake her head until the brown Wolf's neck snap with a sickening pop, she let go and was making her way to me when a rogue jumped on her back and tore a huge chunk of flesh of her neck she yelped in pain and fell to the ground before shifting back into her human form as her body became too weak to keep her in wolf form. The wolf took another at her draining her of all life while I stood rooted to a spot with tears out of my eyes. A painful howl sounded not too far away and my eyes darted to the black wolf it came from, my father's wolf Whimpered at the loss of his soul mate. The rogue leader took the chance and lunged at his throat killing him. And so in one night my parents to a pack of rogues and it's all because I was too weak to do anything to save them."There is a saying that work should not be mixed with pleasure. The CEO of Marshmello Printing Press, Mike Ross, seems to be doing the exact opposite of this. Isioma becomes a huge victim of this power-drunk CEO. How is an innocent, naïve girl supposed to navigate her life with work, friendship, pleasure, and love mixed into one without messing up the grey lines? Read Houston Reels to find out."Love me or hate me either way, I will f*ck you every night. I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn’t help myself. She was already wet again, and my c*ck slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst. In the room’s silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan. I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick p*ssy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. F*ck*ng Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my c*ck seemed genuine. “Aleksander,” she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. “Ah!” She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs."