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A Suspenseful Biker romance about a beggar and an Enforcer. I was on the streets until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, and clothed me. For a time I was happy until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club. His name was Zero. He wasn't just an Enforcer. He was a stone-blooded killer. Beggar I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don't even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington have been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learned to survive on these streets, I even learned to smile. Zero I know I should let it rest, but I can't drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it's important. I'm the enforcer. If there's even a thread that she's a danger to my club I need to know. When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of The Satan Snipers. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted. She gets more than she ever hoped to, a man's heart. But secrets from her past and the man in question set on uncovering the dark that plagues her threatens her new life. Will she learn that the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything, even the reason she calls herself Beggar? "When I was younger I was a beggar by circumstance, when I got older I remained a beggar by choice." Beggar

Missy is a nurse in the Clear City County state penitentiary infirmary. That's how she met him. Shank. The Road Captain of the Holy Rebel MC doing 3 to 5 for running illegal arms out West. The tall, dark, and handsome ciminal is sexy enough to sweet talk his way into the strong headed young woman's pants and heart. And Missy is head over heels for Shank. And she feels he really digs her too every time he tells her she's his and no one else's. Only when he gets out and she follows behind, she finds he has a whole Old Lady. A beautiful one. Heart broken, a pregnant Missy runs off up north to raise her child away from a group of criminals and liars. But faith isn't so kind and drags her back home down to Florida when her father passed away and she has to back to clean out her childhood home all the while hiding her son from his oblivious biker father.

Andy is labelled the schools delinquent, and she's a bit of an outcast. Jake is the most popular boy in school, and the school's bad boy. Once their paths collide they can't get enough of eachother. After all every girl loves a bad boy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Stop being so loud princess, its 6 in the morning," he groans before getting up and putting on his pants. "Starring now our we princess?" he asked, in a cocky tone."What's there to see?" I asked, sarcastically, looking away from him. He walks up to me, and moves my head, to face him "Do I need to remind you about last night?" I slap his hand away, "No, I'm leaving!" "Oh so soon," he asked clearly trying to annoy me. "Yes, I shouldn't have stayed, to begin with. And if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll have your head." "Oo looks like I was wrong about you, you're, not a princess you're a queen, of hearts," he says smirking as I slam the door, and run down the stairs. As I walk out the door I call Melissa. I unknowingly left the keys to my motorcycle, on his nightstand, along with my underwear! -------------------------------- Working on new novels this summer! Comment any characters you'd like to see have a mini novel of their own.

Motorcycle shop owner Ben Makowski offers a three-day class for new riders. When he finds out one of his students doesn’t even like motorcycles, he’s irritated but drawn to the man at the same time. Though he can clearly see the new student is dealing with something difficult, Ben sets out to get to know what that might be and if he can help in any way.<br><br>Writer Angus Winter’s publisher has insisted he learn about motorcycles for an upcoming book, which is the last thing he wants to do. His fear of motorcycles stems from a tragedy in his past. But something about his sexy new teacher makes him want to open up to the man. Can Angus trust Ben with the burden he’s carried for so long?

While on the run from her abusive husband, Margo is saved from the rain by a tall scary yet sexy man with a motorcycle and a patch. With no questions asked, Lynol takes the pregnant and soaking wet woman whose down to her last dollar back to the clubhouse for rest. Margo wants to protect herself and her baby and tries not to grow attached to the motorcycle club's president or their way of life, seeing as how it goes against every moral she has as a cop. But it seems the harder she tries to separate herself from Lynol, the closer he tries to get to her.

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You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

La verdad que ser el hijo menor de Michael no fue lo peor que pudo pasar, ah, también este molesto menu en mi vista, pero mi cerebro ya lo puede ignorar fácilmente como una nariz Al nacer literalmente en GTA 5 me nombraron Enzo, Enzo de santa Asi que básicamente puedo forgar mi propia historia aquí en los santos.... O ver como va con mi presencia en la historia original, que va, ahí veré

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Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.