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Eve Paladin

Best on the Couch

Damian Blackwood is a billionaire with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Every night, he surrounds himself with beautiful women, yet satisfaction remains elusive. His womanizing is fueled by loneliness, a void he tries to fill with wealth, power, and meaningless encounters. But no matter how many nights he spends indulging, something is always missing. Then, he meets Eve—a woman unlike any other. She’s confident, experienced, and knows exactly what a man needs. From the moment she walks into his world, she challenges him in ways no woman ever has. On a couch in the dim glow of his penthouse, she gives him a taste of something different—something unforgettable. What starts as a simple transaction turns into an obsession. Damian finds himself craving more than just her body—he wants her mind, her presence, her heart. But Eve isn’t looking for love, and she refuses to believe in fairy tales. She knows men like Damian—powerful, dangerous, and ultimately unattainable. As their connection deepens, Damian’s past resurfaces. A powerful enemy, Nathan Voss, is determined to destroy him, while Vanessa, a woman from his past, holds secrets that could shatter everything. When betrayal, danger, and hidden truths come to light, Damian and Eve must face the ultimate question—was their connection just passion, or is it something much more powerful? In a world of luxury, deception, and raw desire, Best on the Couch is a sizzling billionaire romance that proves love can come from the most unexpected places—and sometimes, the deepest bonds begin where you least expect them.
dunamis21 · 1.2K Views

CEO’s Billion Dollar BabyMomma

When Evelyn’s loser fiance steals her company's secrets and elopes with her prostitute mother, she finds herself facing impending bankruptcy. But unexpected help comes in the form of an unusual offer from her business rival and ex-boyfriend, Alexander Langford. “Bear my children, Eve, and I’ll save this precious company of yours.” To everyone else, Alexander is the heir to a billion dollar fortune, and the acting industry’s handsome darling. But to Evelyn, he is nothing more than a cold-hearted, arrogant man she dumped for being a compulsive liar years ago - but unknown to her, he has never lied about his love. How could Alexander miss the golden chance to hit two birds with one stone? He gets his inheritance, and a family with the love of his life. Now, if only dear Evelyn would stop thinking the worst of him… [Strong female lead x doting male lead.] [EXCERPT] “You’re out of your mind,” Eve snaps. “You could have any woman in this world, and you want ME to be the mother of your children?!” “Why not? You’re smart, savvy, and fucking hot,” Alex says as he takes a step forward, trapping her body between his muscular arms. His dark blue eyes gaze deep into hers with unbridled lust. “I want our children to have the best from both of us. Our children could take over the world.” “There is no ‘our’,” Eve says coldly, pushing him away. “I will be the surrogate for your children. This is nothing but a business deal. There is NO love in this contract. But in exchange, you need to do something else.” “And what is it?” “Help me take down my ex-fiance. That bastard deserves to die after fucking my mom and ruining my life.” Alex chuckles. “It’s a deal then, sweetheart.” * It was nothing but a business deal at first. But what if the line between business, love, and hatred were getting blurry as they got entangled too far and too long? * [Power couple, slow burn, getting back together.]
ForeverPupa · 6.8K Views

Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 1.6M Views

La Novia del Demonio

*Novela de Fantasía Histórica de Amor Lento* Elisa estaba a punto de cambiarse el vestido que yacía sobre la esquina de su cama, cuando oyó un golpe suave procedente de su puerta. Curiosa, giró la perilla de la puerta solo para encontrarse con un hombre alto erguido frente a ella. —¡Señor Ian! —lo llamó. Ian sonrió con la acostumbrada sonrisa maliciosa que siempre usaba. Sus ojos carmesíes se pasearon un poco por su habitación y detectaron el vestido negro sobre su cama y luego desviaron la mirada hacia la mujer que tenía delante. Dio un paso adelante y habló. —¿Dónde conseguiste ese vestido? —Me lo dio el Señor Harland —respondió Elisa y estiró su cuello para ver cómo se fruncían las cejas de Ian en su elegancia. —¿Sabes por qué a un hombre le encantaría regalarle un vestido a una mujer? —él planteó el acertijo que siempre la hacía pensar dos veces antes de responder. Pero esta vez, no encontró respuesta y en su lugar negó con la cabeza—. No sé. Su sonrisa se volvió cautivadora, como si algo se hubiera agitado profundamente dentro de los ojos escarlata que tenía. Lentamente deslizó su mano sobre el cuello de su vestido, enviando un escalofrío frío que la sobresaltó por un momento debido a su baja temperatura. Después de desabotonar los primeros dos botones en su cuello, inclinó su cabeza hacia abajo, susurrándole al oído. —Porque desean ser ellos quienes quiten la tela. Hizo una pausa y besó su cuello, tiñendo la piel pálida de rojo antes de retractar su movimiento para fijar su vista en ella y responder con calma. —Desafortunadamente, no puedes ponerte el vestido de allí con esto —se rió entre dientes y le pasó una caja a su mano—. Y la buena noticia es que te he preparado un vestido. Elisa era una niña maldita que podía ver fantasmas. Su familia la odiaba y la lanzaba de una familia adoptiva a otra. Sin embargo, la desgracia no actuaba sola. Cuando la crió su tía, fue vendida como esclava. Cuando pensó que no sería nada más que un sacrificio para el hechicero, fue salvada por un hombre cuya identidad era muy distinta a la de un ser mítico normal. *** Este libro es ORIGINAL y no es una Traducción Únete al discord del Autor: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 157.1K Views

RENT A HEART

Warning: This novels contains explicit content and obviously rated #18. Readers discretion is advicee. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The scent of her, a mix of vanilla and something uniquely Eve, filled my senses as our lips met yet again, a hesitant touch that quickly deepened into a hungry exploration. The carefully constructed walls I'd built around myself, seemed to crumble with each passing second. It was as if I had been holding my breath for so long, and finally, I could let myself breathe again. I let her roam her hands all over my body, eager to feel her touch, to feel her skin against mine. The world narrowed to just the two of us, our breaths mingling in the charged air. I pulled back slightly, needing to see her face, to reassure myself that this wasn't a dream. Her eyes were dark, pupils dilated with a desire that mirrored my own. "Eve," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, "are you sure?" Her answer was not a word, but a soft sigh that sent a shiver through me. Her hands came up to cup my face, drawing me closer, and as our lips met again, all doubts vanished. It was no longer a question of whether we should, but a desperate need for more. I felt her heart beating against mine, the wild rhythm a tangible thing that propelled me further. My hands explored her body, slipping beneath the soft fabric of her loose nightie. I traced the gentle curves of her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her taut nipples, eliciting soft moans that resonated in my mouth as she arched her back against my skin. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?
Medist_Winnie7 · 2.5K Views

Reborn as the Iron Queen: Love and Gunpowder in the Civil War

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.
Cyrusngoo · 1.2K Views

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
mata0eve · 17.4K Views
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