CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

* **One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.** Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part. But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works. When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart. Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender. He wants her to fight back. **"Use me,"** he says. In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.

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O'Malley's Bar was a pressure cooker at midnight-sweat-slick dancers grinding under erratic strobes, bass vibrating bones, air saturated with spilled tequila, cheap cologne, and sizzling fryer grease from the kitchen. Laughter clashed with shouts; a bachelorette party shrieked karaoke in the corner. Celine collapsed onto a scarred barstool, conquest buzzing from her shin-smashing victory over the creep. Tequila tsunami-fifteen shots? Twenty?-swirled her world into euphoric blur. Legs numb as noodles, inhibitions vaporized. Jamal's pencil-dick humiliation? Faded to punchline. Celeste's betrayal? Fuel for her throne.She fanned her neck, crop top damp against curves, jeans riding low-unaware of the spotlight she'd claimed. Until one gaze seared hotter than the rest. From the plush VIP booth shrouded in shadow, he'd tracked her all night: dance-floor domination, bar-fight glory. Now, he unfolded-six-foot-three of coiled power gliding through chaos like smoke. Idris Al-Miraj, 32, enigmatic owner of Al-Miraj Grand Palace, shedding boardroom armor for anonymous thrill after a cutthroat investor call. Black linen shirt molded to broad chest and ripped abs, sleeves rolled exposing veined forearms inked subtle; dark jeans hugged powerful thighs, boots polished lethal. Hazel eyes burned under arched brows, full lips curved knowing, trimmed beard framing a jawline sharp as obsidian. Oud-spiced cologne sliced the dive's funk.He materialized beside her, presence electric, voice a deep timbre laced with exotic lilt. "Mind if I sit?"Celine's head snapped up, drunk haze crystallizing on perfection. Holy shit-god carved from marble. Eyes that undressed, shoulders broad enough to break her fall. "Hell yeah," she slurred, patting stool sloppy. "Sit. Drink. Entertain me."Idris eased in, thigh grazing hers-spark. He nodded to Mick; scotch on rocks materialized, ice clinking seduction. Talk sparked instant: her venomous ex-roasts ("Pencil-dick clowns couldn't find the spot with GPS!"), his laughter rumbling chest-deep, vibrating her bones. "Firecracker like you," he murmured, gaze devouring lips, throat, cleavage, "belongs in spotlights, not shadows."Emboldened, she bantered-hotel hell ("Mopping suites for ghosts; owner's probably a fossil hermit"), twin treachery, eviction threats, kick triumph. Idris leaned closer, questions velvet traps: dreams stifled by grind? Passions buried? His accent wrapped words like cashmere-hints of dunes, mystery. Proximity intoxicated more than booze; knee nudged knee deliberate, fingers brushing hers on glass. Heat pooled low; her laughs turned husky, his smirks promising sin.1:27 AM. Inn alarm blared mental-pre-booked dump to dodge apartment poison. "Peacin' out," she mumbled, lurching up. Vertigo hit; Alicia swallowed by dance horde. Heels betrayed; floor, meet face.Iron arms encircled waist-Idris, steady as rock. "Steady now. I've got you." Warmth seeped through fabric, scent enveloping: spice, leather, man."Fankyou," she garbled, melting into support. He navigated exit gauntlet-dodging grabs, silencing whistles with glare. Night assaulted: cool gust whipping curls, stars spinning carousel. SUV loomed-obsidian beast, tinted void. Gentleman door-open; she tumbled in, leather cradling like throne.Purr of engine soothed as streets blurred neon streaks. "Your address?" Idris queried, one hand wheel, other relaxed potent."Neeearest inn," she yawned, eyes drooping. "Anythin' close. Nigh'..."Oblivion took; Idris stole glances, braking at Starlight Inn's garish glow-budget trap with vacancy neon sputtering. Her face transformed: tension melted, lips bee-stung parted on sighs, lashes fanning golden cheeks, curls riotous halo. Breathtaking vulnerability pierced him. Fingertip ghosted hair from forehead, tracing jaw soft. "Beautiful," he whispered husky, resolve fraying. Carrier instinct surged; he circled, lifting bridal-effortless, her body fitting puzzle-piece against chest. Head nestled crook neck, breaths feathering skin.Lobby reeked bleach/mothballs; pimpled clerk jaw-dropped at Adonis hauling drunk Venus. "Premier suite," Idris commanded crisp, slapping crisp bills-hundred overflow. "Absolute privacy. No knocks." Keyring jingled conquest; stairs conquered two-strides, her weight feather.Room 12 sanctuary: king sleigh bed drowning in starched white, AC whispering chill, motel potpourri battling faint mildew. Idris deposited her reverent-pillow fluffed under head, sheet draped modest. Shrugged jacket; exit stage left. No villain here.Delicate vise snared wrist. Celine roused, gaze foggy fire, hauling insistent. "Spend... night," slurred siren song, nails raking forearm. "Pay top dollar. Pleeease."Throat bobbed; battle internal. "Can't. Drunk haze-morning you'd curse me."Pout lethal weapon. "Regret nothin'." Giggle dissolved to growl, collar fisted, dragging down. "Just. Sex." Palms framed bearded face-electric touch-and lips pulverized his. Tequila-wild, desperate hunger.Restraint shattered. Idris groaned primal, yielding torrent. Fingers knotted curls possessive; he ravaged back, tongue breaching velvet heat, tangling duel savage. Her flavor detonated-lime-sweet, untamed need. Tongues warred slick; hands roamed ravenous: hers shredding shirt buttons, his palming waist flare to thigh.Massive 3500 words

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In the shadow of a brutal underworld war, a dangerous attraction ignites between two souls from rival factions. As the mafia’s grip tightens, they must navigate a landscape of betrayal and lethal secrets. Every stolen moment risks total destruction, forcing them to choose between their deep-rooted loyalties and a forbidden desire that could burn their worlds down. In this high-stakes game of power, survival and passion collide with explosive consequences.

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Enslaving The Moon Goddess

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For a millennium, the Moon Goddess has reigned supreme over the werewolf realm, her power undisputed and her word law. However, an ancient prophecy foretells a shift in the cosmic balance, suggesting that even a deity can be brought to her knees. When a fierce warrior rises to challenge the divine order, a dangerous game of power and passion begins. This high-stakes struggle will test the limits of loyalty and desire as the fate of all shifters hangs in the balance.

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He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge

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For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind, yet my Fated Mate, Alpha Dante Moretti, personally drove me to that prison and locked me in hell for seven years. He did it to protect another woman. When I was finally released, gaunt and broken, Dante didn't offer an apology. He offered excuses. He claimed it was necessary to save Chiara, the delicate "golden child" who supposedly saved his life years ago. But it was a lie. I was the one who had drained my veins until I went into shock to save him, while my parents handed the credit to Chiara. Now, back in the manor, I was forced to watch my mate feed her grapes and comfort her fake distress. My parents called me a "soulless waste" and demanded I annul our engagement so Dante could mark Chiara. They thought I was a weak Omega they could discard. They didn't know that the silver hadn't killed me; it had forged me. They had no idea that the "runt" they abused possessed the blood of the White Wolf, the most powerful creature in our history. When the truth finally shattered their lies, Dante crawled to me, bleeding and begging on his knees in a hotel hallway. But I didn't feel triumph. I felt nothing. "I, Alessia Salinas, reject you, Dante Moretti." I walked away from the Alpha who broke me, leaving him to scream into the silence of a severed bond.

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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns

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On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table. Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen. "Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over." I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward. Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant. She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest. As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me. He hugged her. "It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you." The betrayal didn't stop there. When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police. When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations. He declined the call. He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife. That was the moment the chain broke. As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come. I opened the door and jumped into the dark. Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement. Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one.

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My Mate Killed Our Pups

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Betrayal shatters a she-wolf's world when her own mate commits an unthinkable act: the murder of their innocent pups. Consumed by grief and a thirst for vengeance, she must navigate the brutal politics of the pack and her own broken heart. This gripping tale of loss and retribution follows her journey to seek justice against the male she once loved. In a world of shifting loyalties, she will stop at nothing to make him pay for his sins.

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CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

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