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Stan Ko Kisne Mara

Gefangener Kamerad BL

EINE 18+ ALPHA-MAFIA-SERIE BUCH 1# GEFANGENE GEFÄHRTIN BUCH 2# RUNAWAY MATE -+- Caspian ist der Erbe des Moonstone Packs, aber als seine Eltern sterben, wird er um sein Geburtsrecht betrogen und wie ein Gefangener behandelt. Er beschließt zu gehen und nach Haines City zu fliehen, um ein neues Leben zu beginnen. Seine Pläne werden jedoch jäh unterbrochen, als er entführt und versteigert wird. Gekauft wird er von keinem Geringeren als einem der Mafia-Könige, die die Stadt regieren, Asher Knight. -+- Asher zuckte mit den Schultern seines Mantels, und das schwere Kleidungsstück fiel mit einem hörbaren Aufprall zu Boden. Kaspian beobachtete dies mit Besorgnis, Mafiakönig Asher hatte mit dem Mantel riesig ausgesehen, und ohne den Mantel gab es keinen großen Unterschied. "Komm her", befahl er ruhig, die Ohrringe in seinen Ohren waren sichtbar, während sein dunkelrotes Haar zurückgekämmt war. Kaspian schüttelte erneut den Kopf, er hatte nicht die Absicht zu sprechen, niemals. Denn das würde nur sein Geschlecht verraten. "Ich wiederhole mich nicht gern, Omega." Seine Stimme verfinsterte sich. Caspians Herz pochte vor Angst schmerzhaft in seiner Brust, er wollte dem Alpha wirklich nicht zu nahe kommen. Sehnsüchtig beäugte er das Fenster, bevor er sich zwang, einen Schritt vorwärts zu machen, dann noch einen, und noch einen... +- DIES IST EINE MAFIA-GESCHICHTE AB 18 JAHREN, ALSO WIRD SIE GEWALTTÄTIGE UND REIFE THEMEN ENTHALTEN, LEST SIE MIT VORSICHT.
Aryna_Stan · 10.4K Views

Torn Between The Alpha And The Billionaire

Synopsis Mara Bennett never expected life to turn out this way. A hardworking single mother, she’s spent years trying to balance her career as a journalist with raising her precocious seven-year-old daughter, Ellie. But Mara’s carefully constructed world begins to unravel when a strange assignment pulls her into a mysterious forest—and into the path of Elijah Blackwood. With his glowing red eyes, sharp features, and enigmatic presence, Elijah is a man shrouded in secrets. But the forest isn’t the only place where Mara’s life takes an unexpected turn. Back at work, her news company is being taken over by a powerful media mogul: Alexander Sterling. He’s handsome, wealthy, and exudes the cold confidence of a man who always gets what he wants. There’s just one problem—Alexander is the man Mara had a one-night stand with in college, the man who left her without a word, and the father of her daughter. As Mara struggles to navigate her feelings of anger, betrayal, and unfinished emotions toward Alexander, she finds herself drawn deeper into the forest’s secrets and Elijah’s dangerous world. But Elijah seems to know more about her than he lets on, and the connection between him, the forest, and Alexander threatens to unravel everything Mara thought she knew. Torn between her past and her present, between two men with dark secrets, Mara must uncover the truth—about the forest, about Elijah, and about Alexander—while protecting the one person who matters most: her daughter. In this tale of mystery, romance, and second chances, Mara discovers that sometimes, the answers we seek come from the places—and people—we least expect. But will she be strong enough to face the truth when it finally comes to light?
uforojohn795 · 2.3K Views

The Girl I Buried

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.
dinneylatch · 2.6K Views

Ang Gwapong Hardinero

Good day. Ako nga pla si Rein. Tisoy, 24 yrs old na ako ngayon 5'7 ang height at slim body may itsura nalaban sa pageant. ang kwentong ito ay hango sa karanasan ko mula nung 10 yrs old palang ako. Bata palang ako nun alam ko na sa sarili Kong may kakaiba sa akin.Ang tawag nila sa akin ay Rein Tisoy. Dahil sa may lahi akong American Pero dko nakilala si Papa na nakilala ni mama sa Olongapo. Andito na ako ngaun sa Bukid kasama ng lola at lolo ko sa Zambales. Masabi ko naman na marangya buhay namin kasi may mga katulong kami sa bahay at kasama na dun si kuya Caloy (Matangkad, Gwapo at Maskulado at Moreno ang nagparanas Sakin ng ligaya at sakit). Ang mama ko kasi ay Nasa US na at nakapag asawa ng U.S citizen na Pinoy din naman. Inaantay lng nila ako makatapos ng pagaaral at kukunin din dun. Tanghali na ako nagising dahil Gabi na kami nakauwi nila lola galing sa Kasal. Pang baba ko sa Sala dumeretso na ako sa kusina dun kasi malapit ang CR. Paglabas ko ng CR tinanong ako ni manang Anie (kasambahaya namin) kung gusto ko daw ba ng sinangag. Tumango nalang ako at wala pako sa wisyo at kagigising ko. Habang hinahanda ni Manang ang pagkain ko umupo ako sa Mesa at Dali akong tinimplahan ng gatas ni ate. Sa kinauupuan ko nahagip ng mata ko sa bintana na may lalakeng nakatakip ng kamiseta ang mukha habang nagpuputol ng Malagong halaman sa Hardin. Nakasandong manipis at Shorts na pangbasketball. namangha ako sa katawan nito dahil sa taglay nitong hulma. "Ate sino po Yong naglilinis sa Hardin" tanong ko Kay ate Anie. "Ah yan ba, si Caloy yan anak ni Mang Goryo Jan sa kabilang bahay" sagot ni ate Anie. "Te sya na bago boy nila lolo?'' tanong ko. "Ngayong bakasyon lang, nagaaral pa yan sa senior high si Caloy incoming grade 12 sa pasukan" paliwanag ni ate Anie. "Pupunta na nga pla ako sa palengke soy (nickname ko pinaikling Tisoy). Mamayang 10 am pakidalhan nalang si Caloy ng Meryenda, may kakanin at Suman Jan sa ref. "Opo Te ingat po" sagot ko. Wala pang 10 am Pero inasikaso ko kaagad ang Meryenda ni kuya Caloy dala na din ng excitement. Dumako na ako agad sa likod ng bahay kung San ko narinig na may nagtatabas ng mga Malagong halaman. Papalapit pa lang ako, titig na titig na ako sa katawan ni kuya Caloy. "Kuya Good Morning po. Magmeryenda ka po muna" inilapag ko sa papag ang pagkain. Narinig naman ako nito at tumango. "Good morning sir Rein. Ako po si Caloy bago ninyong boy." pakilala nito at tinanggal ang kamisetang nakabalot sa mukha. Namangha ako sa istura ni kuya Caloy 17 palang sya Pero para syang batang version ni EJ Falcon. mukhang mabait si kuya Caloy. Umupo sya at NASA gitna namin ang suman at kakanin. Nagtanggal sya ng Damit pangitaas kitang kita ko ang kabuoan ng katawan Nia na nagpapawis may abs at pormadong dibdib. Kaka-kain ko lang ng almusal Pero parang nagutom ako Uli. "Kuya Bale uwian ka po ba or stay-in ka po" tanong ko. "Stay-in ako dto sir, para may kasama daw po Kau ni ate Anie habang nasa hospital si lolo mo yan kasi bilin Sakin ng lola Mila mo'' paliwanag nito. "Kuya wag mo na po akong tawaging sir. Rein nlng po." Sabi ko. "Hahahaha" " Cge pla rein." patawang sagot nito. nakita ko ang mga ngiti ni kuya Caloy mas lalo itong nagpagwapo sakaniya. Pinagmamasdan ko sya habang kumakain sabay tingin nito Sakin at ngiti. napaiwas nlng ako ng tingin baka mailang si kuya Caloy Sakin ngunit alam Kong nahuli Nia akong nakatitig saknya. "Rein wala ka bang inumin Jan" tanong nito. " Ay kuya oo nga po Pla, ano pong gusto mo" tanong ko. "Ikaw" sagot Niya. "Ako po" mejo nagulat na may kilig. "Oo ikaw, ikaw ang bahala Pero kung may beer pwedi Nadin hahahaha". pabiro nitong bilin and Dali Dali akong kumuha ng Coke Casalo. Pagbalik ko habang nilalagyan ko ng Coke ang baso ni kuya tumayo ito at magtanggal ng short at boxer shorts nlng ang natirang suot. Muli itong umupo at tinaas ang paa sa papag na upuan at sumandal. "Rein boxer short muna ako hah ang init kasi dibale tayo lang naman dito.
DaoistXHTNxl · 3K Views

Seduction’s Stormy Edge

Sasha, a reckless event planner with a taste for trouble, throws an exclusive penthouse party that sets her life ablaze. A spilled drink leads to a heated graze of fingers with Julian, a brooding artist whose dark eyes promise heartbreak—and more. But when Lena, Sasha’s fiery ex, crashes their frenzied kitchen kiss, the night explodes into a threesome of tangled lips and forbidden thrills. What starts as a seductive game spirals into a steamy, chaotic web of lust, betrayal, and power no one can control. Julian’s married—to Mara, a cool, calculating temptress who knows every secret and plays her own game. Paint-smeared studio nights, rain-soaked wall-pounding passion, and masked threesomes in hidden alcoves blur the lines between love and obsession. Lena dances through it all, her hips a weapon of revenge, seducing Julian in a pulsing club to wound Sasha, only to crave her more. Mara’s dinners turn to dares, her foot sliding up Sasha’s thigh, her whispers sealing pacts in silk sheets—until jealousy and rage ignite a cabin clash where four bodies collide, boundaries obliterated in a symphony of gasps. From bathroom trysts on cold tiles to ropes biting skin in secluded retreats, Sasha’s caught in a storm of need—Julian’s possessive thrusts, Lena’s defiant grinds, Mara’s subtle dominance. Fury fuels punishing threesomes, solitude stokes self-pleasure, and every reunion teeters on redemption or ruin. As the chaos peaks, Sasha must choose—or surrender to them all. Passion drowns reason, revenge burns hot, and desire redefines everything in a final, decadent night of fragile truce and unrelenting heat. Will Sasha master the madness, or let it consume her?
Annie_Tamara · 5.1K Views

Chronicles of the forgotten

In the forgotten town of Black Hollow, a cursed bookstore holds a secret that defies reality. When Mara and Eli stumble upon its hidden library, they discover that the books within don’t just tell stories—they hold lives. Some books are pristine, their pages filled with vibrant memories. Others are crumbling, their stories fading into nothingness. And some are blank, their owners erased from existence. But the library is no sanctuary. It’s a prison, guarded by the Watcher, a shadowy entity that manipulates the threads of reality. As Mara and Eli delve deeper, they uncover a chilling truth: the library is rewriting history, erasing lives, and trapping souls. Mara gains the ability to read hidden truths, while Eli can restore lost books—but each use comes at a cost. As they unravel the mystery, they realize their own pasts are entwined with the library’s dark purpose. A book with Mara’s name holds the key to her forgotten memories, while Eli’s book reveals a truth he’s desperate to escape. But the Watcher is always watching, and its price for freedom is steep: their souls. In a race against time, Mara and Eli must decide whether to rewrite the past and risk the future, or let the Watcher reshape the world as it sees fit. But in a place where every choice erases someone, can they save themselves without losing each other? *The Library of Lost Souls* is a haunting tale of memory, identity, and the cost of uncovering the truth, perfect for fans of *The Ten Thousand Doors of January* and *The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue*.
inkempress · 3.5K Views

MASKARA

Tik tak. Tik tak. Tanging tunog ng orasan ang nangingibabaw sa tahimik na bahay—isang tahimik na nakakabingi, na para bang bumabalot sa bawat sulok ng silid. Parang musika ito ng kawalan, ngunit imbes na paginhawahin, lalo lamang nitong pinapalakas ang kabog ng aking dibdib. Tik tak. Parang pinipiga ang aking puso, bawat segundo, bawat saglit, paulit-ulit, na tila pinapaalala ang bigat na matagal ko nang dinadala. Hindi ko na kayang pigilan pa. Kumawala na ang aking mga luha, kasabay ng hiningang tila mabigat na bato sa aking dibdib. Bumagsak ang mga patak na parang ulan sa pisngi kong hindi na sanay ngumiti. Minsan naiisip ko, paano nga ba ako napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon? Ang sakit—nakakapaso, nakakasakal—hindi ito basta lungkot lang, kundi isang matinding kalungkutan na nagpapahina sa aking mga tuhod. Araw-araw, pilit akong bumabangon, pilit tinatawid ang mga oras, pero habang ginagawa ko ito, lalong lumalalim ang sugat. Nasasaktan ako, hindi lamang dahil sa mga nangyari, kundi dahil sa awa ko sa aking sarili. Sino ba namang hindi maaawa kung araw-araw, pinipilit kong ngumiti kahit wala nang natitirang dahilan para sumaya? Ngunit kahit anong mangyari, kahit anong sakit ang idulot nito, isa lang ang sigurado ko: Ikaw at ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin. Walang makakapalit sa'yo. Sa kabila ng lahat, sa kabila ng mga gabing binubulabog ng tahimik na pag-iyak, ikaw pa rin ang laman ng puso kong durog na durog na. Hays… Nawa’y dumating ang araw na ang tik tak ng orasan ay maging musika ng pag-asa. Pero sa ngayon, ito muna ang aking mundo—isang tahimik na silid, isang pusong nagdurugo, at isang pagmamahal na kahit kailan ay hindi ko kayang bitawan.
ariazmo · 3.4K Views
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