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Dr. Scudder's Tales for Little Readers, About the Heathen. by John Scudder

"You are so kind, handsome, and talented. How could I not fall in love with you, Commander Alen?" Princess Viana said longingly. Alen, hearing his beloved's words, chuckled softly as he rubbed Viana's cheek. "It would be my honor to be loved by an extraordinary princess like you.” *** Viana Harvey, an intelligent and talented daughter of the noble Harvey family, was betrayed by her stepmother and brother after gaining the position of family leader. An accident befell Viana and almost killed her. Fortunately, she is rescued by Alen, a man with a mysterious occupation who eventually falls in love with her. Together with Alen, Viana embarks on a journey of revenge while securing various conflicts within the country and regaining her lost power. A clever and courageous noble princess Viana Harvey x the dashing and capable Intelligence Commander Alen Rihard.

Founding out her boyfriend got her sister Pregnant, Zoe Gil flirted with an unknown stranger and ended up marrying him in a flash. But why did the stranger turned out to be the most richest and powerful man in the city?

Killian King is cold, distant, dominant, and possessive of what's his. He is the undisputed top dog at school, the one everyone fears and admires, known as the bad boy. His piercing gaze and unwavering attitude guarantee him a place at the top among his peers. But everything changes the day Finnick Green, a shy, socially awkward, and reserved boy, accidentally stumbles into his life. A simple misstep, a chance encounter, and suddenly Killian's perfect world begins to tremble. Finnick, unknowingly, causes an uproar, an unexpected chaos. The bad boy, who has never shown weakness, finds himself in a situation he can't control. Because what he feels for this uncertain boy is far more disturbing than he could have ever imagined. An alpha trembling in the face of a fragile soul... What will happen when Killian realizes he might be the most vulnerable in front of the one he considers an intruder ?

On the day of my wedding, I was stabbed, left to die... and forgotten. While I bled in my wedding dress, my fiancé married my sister. And my adoptive family, the people who I thought loved me never even looked for me. They all moved on like I never existed. I thought my world had ended. But I refused to stay a victim. Benjamin Grey, CEO of Grey Global found me, saved me, and helped me rise again. When I thought I would get my revenge, I found out that my biological mother who had been missing for fifteen years was alive, and held captive by my adoptive parents. The more I try to find peace, the more trouble comes in. And I wished I had died that day. Maybe death would've been easier than living with everything I now know. Maybe I won't have to face all these traumas. But life had other plans.

I woke up gasping for air, expecting to feel the crushed ribs and shattered glass from the fatal car crash. Instead, I found myself in the cavernous bedroom of the Franco Estate in 1928 Chicago. In my past life, my stepmother forced me to marry a golden-boy politician, while throwing my stepsister Clara to Damien Franco, the ruthless mafia boss. But Clara became the Mafia Queen, and Damien destroyed my husband's career, leaving me to die in disgrace as a sacrificed pawn. This time, the script was flipped. My stepmother kept the "clean" politician for Clara and threw me to the monster. Just three days after my wedding, my family arrived at my new home. Not to comfort me, but to strip me of my late mother's trust fund. They rigged my assets, leaving me with toxic, gang-tied warehouses designed to bankrupt me and get me killed in an Irish mob turf war. "She's not a wife, she's collateral meant to absorb the mafia's bullets. She'll be dead within a year." Clara's mocking words reached my ears, confirming my darkest fears. I spent my entire last life bleeding my soul dry for their approval, only to be betrayed. I couldn't fathom how my own father and brothers could gleefully orchestrate my murder just to line their pockets. But they had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the underworld. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. I slammed the ledgers of their embezzlement onto the mahogany table, looked my arrogant brothers in the eye, and invoked the absolute, bloody laws of the Cosa Nostra to collect their debts. This time, I would tear their empire to the ground.

Carrie has to choose between Rudy, her lover who reappeared all of a sudden after leaving her broken hearted but is claiming he never said goodbye or Francis who offered marriage? Can true love be replaced by another? She has to decide...

I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother. But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction. When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues. I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen? Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs. The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again. But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury. "She's mine."

My world with Chloe revolved around our eagerly awaited baby, our future taking happy shape with every nursery plan. An Instagram tag from her popped up then, a seemingly innocent ping. I opened it, and the image delivered a brutal, physical blow, vaporizing my reality. Chloe lay pale but smiling in a hospital bed, holding hands with her ex-husband Mark, in the bed beside her. The caption read: "This time, I'm choosing to be brave for love." My mind reeled: a bone marrow donor? Where was our baby? Comments hailed her a hero, oblivious to the life she'd just ended, never telling me. She returned, demanding comfort, yet casually dismissed my silent agony over our lost child. Her shocking nonchalance toward our baby' s life ignited a silent, seething rage deep inside me. I finally grasped that my unwavering kindness had enabled her, teaching her that monumental betrayals carried no real consequences. How could she expect recovery meals after such a horrific, selfish act? Staring at the stranger in my wife's eyes, the illusion shattered. "I want a divorce," I declared, beginning my fight to reclaim my shattered life.

Notice; Book Contains Dark scenes and might be unfavorable to sensitive readers. ~ "You like this don't you?" He asked with his sultry powerful voice that made my skin servile. He had a dark, hard, and powerful aura. I simply nodded lost to the sensations building up in my thighs. He grabbed my hair tightly. "Answer me!" He yelled. The sound of his voice bounced through the walls, as my heartbeat accelerated higher. "Yes." I could feel him smirk behind me as he traced his fingers from my earlobe down to my neck drawing circles around it at a slow pace. His other hand went to my bosom and began tugging, kneading, and caressing. I tried to swallow my moans and kept it buried but no matter how hard I tried to keep it back in it came crashing out like an eruption. "Ahhh!" I exclaimed burning in the furnace of pleasure as my head fell back and beaded sweat formed on my forehead. He was skilled with his hands as he knew what to touch to increase or decrease my pleasure. "Are you ready to cum for me slut?" He gritted to my ears as he tugged painfully at my breast and twisted the other making it unbearable for me to act sane. I wanted him not to stop. I wanted his hands all day fuck! I wanted this pleasure for life. I don't care if I die from it. It felt so good to ever think of anything else at this point. He called me a slut and I didn't get mad at his choice of words. Instead, I found myself getting wettie, hornier, and excited in dire need of an orgasm. "Yes!" I answered quickly, licking my lips. He spun me around to face him. "When next I ask a question, answer yes sir! Have I made myself clear?" He ordered as his hands gripped my throat as though he wanted to choke me. It felt sexy to me. I wanted to be choked, scratched, pulled, assaulted whichever he chooses to take me and how. I'm a slave to my fantasies. "Yes sir!" He let go of me, my fingers crawled up to my neck where his grip had smeared and a naughty smile spread across my face. He moved away from me and stepped a few distance as I heard the shuffling of clothes and my skin tingled in anticipation. I felt his whiskey breath fan my face as he slid behind me. His tongue traced the outline of my ear down to my neck and I felt a shiver run down my spine. We were unclad skin to skin. I was ready for the taking. My pussy throbbed painfully wishing for an intrusion to soothe the aches. His hot tongue on my skin fueled my sexual tension and it slowly rose to a peak to the extent I wanted to cry. 'Please fuck me!' ************ Ryker Armstrong has never met the obstacle he couldn't overcome, with everyone on his beck and call at his fingertips. He hasn't met the lady that could resist his charms or the high stake in status he possesses. Harper Jones had given up the fantasy of having her knight in shining armour and doesn't believe in them. And with her strict upbringing and personality, succumbing to temptation never occurred to her. When two strangers meet, things aren't what they seem. But sometimes life isn't just white and black.

Amie Sanford was the Mills family's adopted daughter, treated like a charity case and forced to wear old, off-the-rack dresses while her sister flaunted couture. At a high-society gala, her adoptive father publicly announced her sudden engagement to Pierce Grant, a predatory, fifty-year-old man known for his depravity. She was nothing but a transaction, the price to win the coveted Sterling Point Development project. Amie refused to be sold and made a desperate bet: give her three months to win the contract herself, or she'd marry Pierce. But her adoptive mother and sister couldn't wait. They laced her milk with a high-concentration sedative and had bodyguards deliver her unconscious body to Pierce's hotel bed. Waking up paralyzed and burning with fever, she had to smash a heavy brass lamp over Pierce's head just to escape into the hallway. Dragging her drugged, failing body through the opulent corridors, Amie felt a profound, terrifying despair. Why did the family she grew up with hate her enough to destroy her life? How could she fight a billionaire empire with absolutely nothing to her name? Stumbling into a random penthouse to hide, she looked up at the cold, towering stranger inside and proposed the craziest idea of her life. "Mr. Grant, you need a wife to deal with your family. I need a husband to escape my situation." The next morning, she returned to the Mills estate, slapped a marriage certificate bearing the name 'Harlon Grant' onto the coffee table, and walked out to build her own empire—completely unaware that her new fake husband was the most powerful man in New York.

My uncle said that my fate was suitable for dealing with the dead. If I didn’t do it, it might be a waste. Unfortunately, he was right. I was unexpectedly tied to an importunate ghost marriage. This male ghost was all kinds of despicable and shameless, threatening to lure me, but also vowed to say: when I was alive, the girls who admired me were as many as the carps crossing the river. Were you sure that you didn't want to marry me? You wouldn’t have the opportunity later. I shook my head resolutely, but what he did to me next was something I never expected……

I was happily preparing to tell Harlan, my lover of five years, that I was pregnant with our child. But when I pushed open his study door, I heard him ordering the ruthless liquidation of my father's company. He wasn't just my family's head of security; he was Harlan Sinclair, a Wall Street predator. He threw a hostile takeover agreement at my feet and sneered that the baby in my belly was a bastard. "Take the money, get rid of that child, and get out of my sight forever." My best friend Kali had forged a DNA report and drugged me to steal him, and he believed every word. Stumbling out into the pouring rain, I was violently struck by a speeding truck. As my blood pooled on the wet asphalt and my baby's life slipped away, Kali stepped out of a luxury SUV just to smile at my agony. Later, in a grim underground clinic, a fake nurse raised a lethal syringe to finish the job. I didn't understand how five years of deep love could be shattered by a single cheap lie. I understood even less how the man who once swore to protect me could so coldly condemn our unborn child to death. Rescued by my father's loyal guards at the last possible second, I vanished into the shadows. Four years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York. The naive, broken Cora was dead; I had returned to make them all crawl.

What lies beneath is something I can't wait to uncover... As a man who keeps himself very busy, I simply do not have the time to devote to a relationship. I am able to obtain whatever it is that I desire. That way, I can easily and quickly gratify my demands at auctions where billionaires like me can place bids on svelte young virgins. After all, I have no interest in pursuing romantic relationships. As soon as curvaceous Lauren steps onto the stage, I am immediately aware that I must have her. The proprietor of the bridal boutique could not possibly be innocent if she accepted the offer that was currently on the table. However, after we have spent some more time together, she won't be providing and will instead ask for financial compensation. But what if this vivacious little ruddy-haired girl wins my heart and walks down the aisle?

Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister. Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on. Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago. There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about. And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.

In Byways of Scottish History by Louis A. Barbé

She was pregnant? How could she be pregnant when she was getting married to another man? How was she going to explain this to her soon-to-be husband? Donovan O'Connell was destined to be the heir to his family's empire but an accident left him disabled and marrying who his grandfather had picked for him might be his only shot at maintaining his position in the family. But there was one problem. He had someone else in his heart now. Someone he had a one-night-stand with.

The Transvaal from Within by J. P. Fitzpatrick

Vera Kingsley has spent years chasing the stage and outrunning her past. After countless rejections, her final audition lands her in the spotlight, mentored by the charming and relentless coach, David Hale. He sees a star in her raw, aching voice, and against all odds, she begins to believe it too. But fame has a cruel way of digging up buried secrets. When a rival exposes Vera's teenage past as a ruthless bully, the rising star's world collapses. The revelation doesn't just threaten her career, it slices deep into the man she's falling for. David knows all too well the scars bullies leave behind, and forgiving Vera may be the hardest test of his heart. Torn between the future she's fought for and the past she can't erase, Vera must confront the truth: redemption is not given, it's earned. And sometimes, the hardest song to sing is the one that reveals who you truly are. Broken Chords is a gripping tale of ambition, forgiveness, and love that demands courage when the spotlight burns brightest.

Rejected and tossed aside for someone else, Nita ends up having a one night stand with a total stranger who turned out to be her second chance mate. Scared of rejection once again, Nita escapes the next morning. Why? Two weeks after, Nita Infront of everyone discovers she is pregnant and when she thinks all hope is lost, he steps in to shield her. Who? Miraculously discovering her new identity, the Alpha king wants her back but the question is: Is he too late? for she is already claimed by the Lycan king What is Nita's new identity and also who would she finally choose especially when her new found hope becomes her nightmare? I guess that's for you all to find out, so why don't you delve in with me into this werewolf romance filled with twists.