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Daddy Lucifer

Daddy Lucifer

Cassa Beer
"Sweetheart, the Devil always gets what he wants, sooner or later you will want me just as much as I want you."
"But mom-"
"Shhh.... let loose angel, this is your destiny."
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Lucifer.
Father of lies.
King of Demons.
The Devil is obsessed with me. He married my mother just so he could own me, no matter how hard I try I can't escape him. He doesn't want to let me go and I don't know why.
I have never understood his fascination with me. Most of the time he's th...
The Ghost Bullet

The Ghost Bullet

Augustina Hardstone
She was born into a cage of blood and lies.
Selena Rossi knows two things: her mafia don father’s empire is built on corpses, and her mother’s killer walks free.
He’s the ghost in her nightmares.
Rook. Her father’s deadliest shadow. A name whispered in fear. An assassin without a face… until he’s forced into her light as her 24/7 bodyguard.
Mutual hatred is their shield.
Trapped together as bullets fly, Selena sees the flicker of pain behind his ice-cold eyes. He sees the crack in he...
Falling For His Ghost

Falling For His Ghost

Chidera success
Crystal. An orphan who lost her parents at a very early and tender age got the chance to be the secretary of the ruthless billionaire who's name was Red.
She disliked him and he didn't like seeing her around him but then tragedy struck. Red was attacked by someone and he went into coma at the spot. He followed his body to the hospital and when he got there, he discovered he was going to die soon.
He didn't like the fact that he was going to die without knowing who killed him and then he w...
The Mafia Ghost and His Obsession

The Mafia Ghost and His Obsession

floramaka2001
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“I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip.
Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak and now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.
“No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.”
His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, steady, ruthless. My ...

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