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[Doce, Satisfatório e Apaixonado; Mimos em Grupo; Torturar Casanovas] Si Fuqing abriu os olhos para descobrir que sua sorte havia sido roubada. Todos queriam que ela saísse da indústria do entretenimento também. Depois de receber uma segunda chance na vida, ela só queria não fazer nada dessa vez. No entanto, algumas pessoas que não conheciam seu lugar continuavam tentando se aproveitar de sua fama sem ter talentos genuínos para mostrar. Isso não podia continuar. Ela tinha que fazer algo a respeito deles. Si Fuqing apertou seu pulso e tomou uma atitude. Depois disso, a internet a criticou por ser descarada o suficiente para cortejar Yu Yao, e que sua vida privada era indecente, mas… Uma cantora internacional: Estou aqui hoje tudo por causa de Qingqing. Um celebridade masculino de primeira linha: Fiquem longe da minha irmã #YuYao Um canal oficial de esportes internacionais: Parabéns a Si Fuqing por garantir a 13ª medalha de ouro pessoal. No início, Yu Yao não prestou atenção em Si Fuqing. Mas quando ele mais tarde descobriu a verdade e se arrependeu, até se ajoelhando para que Si Fuqing voltasse a olhar para ele, ele só pôde postar um status nas redes sociais dizendo, [#SiFuqing, Olá, Nona Tia]. Naquele dia, a internet ficou paralisada. Nos registros da história, Imperador Yin tornou-se famoso ainda jovem. Ele era perfeito, poderoso e benevolente. No entanto, ele morreu aos 27 anos devido a uma doença, tendo vivido apenas uma vida curta sem esposa ou filhos. Ele era um Adônis inalcançável para muitos. Ninguém sabia que quando ele abriu os olhos mais uma vez, ele acordou no futuro onde 1500 anos haviam se passado. Dessa vez, ele viu prédios altos que ele havia imaginado antes. Pouco depois, a identidade do Imperador Yin foi exposta. Quando Si Fuqing descobriu que seu ídolo estava ao alcance dos braços, ela ficou tão impressionada que queria… Si Fuqing: Vou me esforçar! Imperador Yin: Repague-me com seu corpo. Si Fuqing: ??? 'Aqui estou tentando me esforçar, mas você quer a mim em vez disso?' Uma deusa bela e versátil x Um imperador resoluto e nobre De ser desprezada na internet, a ser coroada como número um enquanto lutava um-a-um com seu Adônis.

``` Qu'arrive-t-il quand une déesse tombe amoureuse d'un métamorphe ? Asara ; la déesse de l'amour, fut punie par son père, le dieu du tonnerre. Son crime fut de tomber amoureuse d'un métamorphe Alpha mortel. Pour expier ses péchés, elle renaquit en tant que Cassandra LeBlanc ; une Princesse mortelle dans le royaume magique de Speldaria. Sa famille et son royaume, à l'exception de sa sœur cadette, l'ont rejetée car elle naquit sans aucune capacité magique et elle n'avait aucun souvenir de sa véritable identité. Son fiancé, le puissant mage commandant de Speldaria, était indifférent à son égard. Il désirait quelqu'un de fort. La vie de Cassandra fut bouleversée lorsqu'elle reçut en cadeau un esclave guerrier par le puissant Alpha de Dusartine. On lui demanda de participer à l'événement annuel de l'Arène en collaborant avec le guerrier. Cassandra, qui haïssait 'L'Arène' de tout son souffle. Un endroit où le sang coulait comme du vin et où la vie était moins chère que l'air même qu'ils respiraient, ne comprenait pas sa place dans tout cela. Par-dessus le marché, le mystérieux guerrier l'affectait de manières inimaginables. Son regard hypnotique la troublait. Son essence rare la submergeait. Son corps musclé et bronzé la consumait de pensées coupables. Même les rêves de sa vie passée la tourmentaient. Lorsque 'L'Arène' commença, les agendas cachés et les vérités sous-jacentes furent révélés et Cassandra se vit jouer une main du destin. Elle n'eut d'autre choix que de se soumettre et de choisir un chemin. La question serait donc. Comment Cassandra va-t-elle réagir une fois qu'elle apprendra la malédiction qui a été placée sur elle ? Sera-t-elle capable d'obtenir ses capacités magiques et de s'opposer à son père ? Qui l'aidera dans son voyage ? ~Extrait~ C’est alors qu'elle le ressentit, tout entier. Toute sa rugosité. La force de son bras. La douceur de ses lèvres. La prise de sa main. La chaleur de son souffle. Chaque muscle de son corps se tendit à l'idée de dormir dans les bras d'un homme. Elle n'avait jamais dormi dans l'étreinte d'un mâle auparavant. Sa peau toute entière fourmillait, comme si de petites étincelles dansaient sur les endroits même qui touchaient le sien. Les crevasses de son cerveau abritaient ces souvenirs qui n'étaient pas les siens. Ce contact, d'une certaine manière, ne lui semblait pas étranger. Elle se sentait en sécurité dans son étreinte apaisante et n'avait pas l'envie de le repousser, et pourtant elle savait que c'était loin d'être approprié. Cassandra tenta de se dégager de son emprise, mais ses bras semblaient être faits de fer, car ils ne bougeaient pas. Le vêtement léger qu'elle portait avait glissé de sa cuisse laiteuse, la dévoilant alors que sa jambe musclée et bronzée s'y drapait. Et maintenant elle pouvait sentir quelque chose la pousser dans le dos. Ses yeux s'agrandirent soudain de réalisation et Cassandra paniqua complètement. « Lâche-moi ! » dit-elle d'une voix lourde. Siroos leva lentement sa jambe et relâcha son étreinte sur sa taille pour qu'elle puisse s'écarter. Il s'était réveillé lorsqu'elle s'était raidie pour la première fois mais souhaitait voir ce qu'elle allait essayer. Avec des yeux largement ouverts elle vola un regard vers l'homme qui l'avait enveloppée dans son étreinte comme un trésor précieux, son trésor. Ses yeux dorés en fusion s'étaient entrouverts et il la regardait avec une douceur et un désir. Ces boucles brunes souples tombaient sur ses yeux alors qu'il oubliait de cligner des yeux, contemplant la beauté intemporelle qu'elle était. Son parfum unique était une torture pour ses sens. Comme il souhaitait saisir sa cheville délicate, la tirer vers lui et l'avoir étalée sous lui. Embrasser la peau même qui exhalait un tel parfum qui le rendait fou. À la place, il plia son bras et le plaça sous sa joue en l'utilisant comme un oreiller pour la contempler avec un désir empli dans les yeux. Le silence gênant entre eux se prolongea pendant que Cassandra racla sa gorge. « Tu devais vraiment te hisser sur moi pour dormir ? » « Ce n'était pas intentionnel, mais c'était certainement séduisant et définitivement pas la dernière fois. » Sa voix profondément hypnotique était encore plus envoûtante en ce début de matinée alors qu'elle résonnait tout autour d'elle. La couverture du livre m'appartient. ```

O que acontece quando uma deusa se apaixona por um shifter? Asara, a deusa do amor, foi punida por seu pai, o deus do trovão. Seu crime foi se apaixonar por um mortal Alfa shifter. Para pagar por seus pecados, ela renasceu como Cassandra LeBlanc; uma mortal Princesa no mágico Reino de Speldaria. Sua família e seu reino, exceto sua irmã do meio, rejeitaram-na pois ela nasceu sem nenhuma habilidade mágica e não tinha recordações de sua verdadeira identidade. Seu prometido, o poderoso comandante mago de Speldaria, estava indiferente a ela. Ele desejava alguém forte. A vida de Cassandra foi revirada quando ela recebeu um escravo guerreiro pelo poderoso Alfa de Dusartine. Ela foi convidada a participar do Evento Anual da Arena colaborando com o guerreiro. Cassandra, que odiava 'A Arena' com todo o seu ser. Um lugar onde o sangue fluía como vinho e a vida era mais barata que o próprio ar que respiravam, não entendia seu propósito ali. Além disso, o misterioso guerreiro a afetava de maneiras inimagináveis. Seu olhar hipnótico a desestabilizava. Sua essência rara a sobrecarregava. Seu corpo musculoso e bronzeado a consumia com pensamentos pecaminosos. Até mesmo os sonhos de sua vida passada a atormentavam. Quando 'A Arena' começou, as agendas ocultas e verdades subjacentes vieram à tona e Cassandra foi jogada em um destino traçado. Sem escolha, ela teve que ceder e escolher um caminho. A questão seria. Como Cassandra vai lidar quando descobrir sobre a maldição sobre ela? Será que ela será capaz de obter suas habilidades mágicas e enfrentar seu pai? Quem irá ajudá-la em sua jornada? ~Trecho~ Então ela o sentiu, todo ele. Toda a sua aspereza. A força de seu braço. A maciez de seus lábios. O aperto de sua mão. O calor de sua respiração. Cada músculo de seu corpo ficou tenso diante da implicação de dormir nos braços de um homem. Ela nunca havia dormido no abraço de um homem antes. Sua pele inteira formigava como pequenas faíscas dançando nas partes que se conectavam com ele. As fendas de seu cérebro tinham essas memórias que não eram dela. Esse toque de alguma forma não parecia estranho para ela. Ela se sentiu segura em seu abraço calmante e não desejava afastá-lo, mas sabia que isso estava longe de ser apropriado. Cassandra tentou se livrar de seu aperto, seus braços pareciam ser feitos de ferro pois não cediam. A leve vestimenta que ela havia vestido levantou-se de sua coxa leitosa expondo-a enquanto a musculosa e bronzeada dele estava drapeada sobre ela. E agora ela podia sentir algo a cutucando nas costas. Seus olhos de repente se arregalaram com a realização e Cassandra entrou em pânico total. “Solte-me!” Ela disse, pesadamente. Siroos lentamente levantou sua perna e afrouxou seu aperto em sua cintura para que ela pudesse se afastar. Ele havia despertado quando ela endureceu pela primeira vez, mas quis ver o que ela tentaria. Com os olhos arregalados, ela roubou um olhar em direção ao homem que a mantinha envolvida em seu abraço como um tesouro precioso, o tesouro dele. Seus olhos de ouro fundido haviam se aberto e havia essa suavidade e desejo com os quais ele a encarava. Aqueles cachos castanhos macios caíam sobre seus olhos enquanto ele esquecia de piscar, observando a beleza atemporal que ela era. O perfume único dela era uma tortura para os seus sentidos. Como ele desejava agarrar seu tornozelo delicado, puxá-la por ele e tê-la espalhada sob ele. Beijar a própria pele que exalava tal aroma que estava enlouquecendo-o. No lugar disso, ele dobrou o braço e o colocou sob sua bochecha, usando-o como travesseiro para observá-la com olhos cheios de desejo. O silêncio constrangedor entre eles se prolongou enquanto Cassandra limpava a garganta. “Você tinha que subir em mim para dormir?” “Não foi intencional, mas foi certamente tentador e definitivamente não será a última vez.” Sua voz profundamente hipnótica era ainda mais atraente nesta manhã cedo, ressoando ao redor dela. A capa do livro é minha.

"Prenez-moi, je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez !" Dans sa vie antérieure, Lu Man est envoyée en prison après avoir été piégée par sa demi-sœur et un salaud. À sa sortie de prison, la seule chose qui l'accueille est la pierre tombale de sa mère. Voyant le salaud et la garce vivre heureux ensemble comme une grande famille avec son père biologique et sa belle-mère, elle décide de mourir avec le salaud et sa demi-sœur dans des flammes ardentes. Au moment où elle ouvre à nouveau les yeux, elle se retrouve exactement le jour où elle a été piégée. Résolument, elle saute par la fenêtre et grimpe à côté, cherchant refuge auprès de l'homme occupant la chambre là-bas. Mais qui aurait pu deviner que cet homme est le beau génie qu'elle a toujours admiré de loin dans sa vie passée ? Elle jure de se frotter les yeux pour y voir plus clair et être plus perspicace envers les gens. Elle veut que tous ceux qui lui sont redevables dans le passé lui rendent ce qu'ils lui doivent ! "Jeune Maître Han, puis-je aussi étreindre votre autre bras ?" "En fait, j'en ai un autre, le voulez-vous ?" "…"

``` "Marido, eu não quero mais, estou me sentindo péssima..." "Amor, seja boazinha, termine de tomar este remédio." O homem bonito abraça a mulher em seus braços, acariciando-a ternamente enquanto lhe dá o remédio. Qiao Mianmian se depara com Mo Yesi, o mais estimado herdeiro de toda a Cidade de Yuncheng, e acaba dormindo com ele por uma noite. Depois que ele oferece benefícios em troca do casamento deles, a recém-nomeada Sra. Mo de repente tem o poder de ter tudo o que sempre desejou. "Marido, eu dei um tapa na Rainha do Cinema Cheng Feifei hoje, fui muito longe?" "Amor, sua mão está doendo? Deixa eu fazer uma massagem para você." "Marido, eu estourei seu cartão de crédito, você está bravo?" "Amor, você ficou feliz com a sua compra? Me avise quando precisar de mais." "Marido, estou cansada hoje, não quero me mexer..." ```

Pendant les trois dernières années, Ariana Ari Harlow a tout donné à son mari. Ils se sont mariés parce que sa sœur a choisi de s'enfuir le soir du mariage, croyant aux rumeurs que la Corporation Nelson était en faillite. Ari aimait Noah depuis ses seize ans, elle pensait que c'était le rêve de sa vie qui se réalisait. Cependant, elle ne savait pas que sa sœur lui avait tendu un piège, et ce n'était pas le début de sa nouvelle vie, mais bien son nouveau enfer. Elle a été forcée d'abandonner sa formation de médecin parce que la respectable Mme Nelson ne pouvait pas avoir les mains couvertes de sang. Ari a accepté. Pour l'amour de Noah, elle est devenue une épouse parfaite qui prenait soin de ses beaux-parents et de son mari. Cependant, ce qui l'attendait n'était rien d'autre que des insultes, son mari avait honte d'elle et sa belle-mère pensait que sa sœur, Ariel, était mieux assortie à son fils. Pourtant, Ari persistait. Elle pensait qu'elle réchaufferait le cœur de son mari un jour. Mais elle l'a surpris en train d'embrasser sa sœur ! Cœur brisé, Ariana décida de divorcer de son mari, mais elle se retrouva d'une manière ou d'une autre empêtrée avec Nicolai. L'ennemi et rival de son mari. Ils n'étaient pas faits pour être ensemble. Mais Nicolai semble se ficher des obstacles qui se dressent contre eux. En fait, il était déterminé à s'immiscer dans la vie d'Ari et à mettre le feu à tout. Dans son ivresse, il l'a un jour plaquée par la gorge contre le mur d'un pub miteux, "Tu peux le nier tant que tu veux princesse, mais tu me désires." Ses yeux parcouraient son torse haletant et ses yeux s'assombrirent, le rouge apparut dérangé, possessif, comme s'il voulait arracher son âme de son corps et l'ancrer dans le sien. "Je parie que si je jette un coup d'œil, tu seras trempée pour moi." La chaleur monta aux joues d'Ariana alors qu'elle grognait, "Tais-toi." "Fais-moi taire," dit Nicolai en écrasant ses lèvres contre les siennes. Ses baisers brûlaient dans son âme, et sa chaleur lui brûlait la peau chaque fois qu'ils se touchaient. Elle pensait que sa plus grande erreur avait été de s'emmêler avec Nicolai. Cependant, Ari comprit bientôt à la dure, littéralement, qu'être désirée par un tel cauchemar magnifique était bien pire qu'une erreur. Et les choses se compliquent lorsque son mari découvre la vérité sur tout. "Tire-moi dans le cœur, Ari," dit Noah en plaçant la buse du pistolet là où se trouvait son cœur. "Parce qu'une vie sans toi est une vie que je ne veux pas, alors tue-moi ou reviens. Je t'en supplie." Maintenant que Nicolai lui avait donné le choix, Ari tomberait-elle amoureuse de lui et plongerait-elle dans une vie remplie de dangers ? Ou retournerait-elle vers son mari, Noah, qu'elle aimait depuis ses seize ans ? Et Ariana éviterait-elle le danger qui guette dans l'ombre, attendant qu'elle fasse une erreur et qu'elle perde tout ce qui lui est cher ? Trouverait-elle la clé de tous les secrets qui la lient à Noah et Nicolai ainsi qu'à son destin tortueux ? ******* Extrait : "C'est une question d'argent, n'est-ce pas ? Prends-le et disparais," hurla-t-il en jetant la carte noire au visage d'Ariana. Ariana ne pouvait pas croire ce qu'elle entendait quand elle a entendu son mari ou son futur ex-mari l'humilier comme ça. Trois ans. Ariana Harlow a donné trois ans à Noah Nelson, et pourtant, lorsqu'elle l'a surpris en train d'embrasser sa sœur aînée, Ariel —— voilà ce qu'il lui dit. "Je vais te divorcer," déclara Ari et partit. Elle est partie sans le sou mais Ari est tombée sur Nicolai. L'ennemi et rival de son mari, le prince de la Mafia de la Ville de Lonest, un bâtard notoire connu pour ses tendances violentes. Leur rencontre malheureuse l'a placée sur le chemin de Nicolai, et comme ça, il a posé les yeux sur elle. La première fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, Nicolai lui a demandé de l'inviter à dîner. La deuxième fois, lorsqu'ils se sont rencontrés, il lui a remis un million de dollars. La troisième fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, il a déclaré : "Tu serais bien dans mes bras, qu'en dis-tu princesse ?" ********

``` [Aviso: conteúdo adulto r18+/forte] “Tenho certeza de que você vai achar meus braços mais confortáveis do que qualquer outra coisa neste mundo...” Rei Darius Grant - o poderoso governante do Reino de Cordon. Ele era implacável e impetuoso contra seus inimigos. Sua mera presença gritava com autoridade rústica; sua aura sozinha já era mais do que suficiente para alguns de seus inimigos admitirem derrota e fugirem apenas ao vê-lo. Mas, apesar de tudo isso, ele estava impotente e sem-vergonha por uma mulher… sua companheira - a Princesa de Ebodia que ele se recusava a deixar ir. Descubra como as coisas irão se desenrolar para o nosso Rei possessivo que está totalmente decidido a usar o Entrapment da Coroa para fazer de sua companheira sua por quaisquer meios necessários. Será que ele conseguirá obter sucesso e conquistá-la por completo - corpo, coração e alma? * Nota: Volume 1 e 2: História Principal Status: Completo (Capítulos 1 a 555) Volume 3: História Paralela Status: Completo (Capítulos 556 a 641) “Só posso me declarar vencedor uma vez que eu conseguir conquistar o seu coração...” Volume 4: História Paralela Status: Completo (Capítulos 642 a 701) “O amor nunca esteve em meu vocabulário quando se tratava de mulheres até você chegar...” Volume 5: Status: Completo (Capítulos 702 a 805) “Eu escolho você… você que ocupa avidamente todo o espaço do meu coração…” Capítulos Especiais a partir daí - completo **** PS: Capa do Livro Encomendada de propriedade do Autor! Não a use! ```

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

Léa, une jeune femme de 22 ans, traverse une relation amoureuse qui ne la satisfait plus. Lors d’un rendez-vous avec Thomas, son gynécologue de 35 ans, une connexion inattendue se crée entre eux. Ce qui commence par un examen médical anodin se transforme rapidement en une relation intense, pleine de passion et de désir interdit.

Jasmine é a primeira filha do grande Alfa Bale. Por causa de seu status de filha bastarda, ela vive uma vida maltratada esfregando chãos e atendendo as necessidades de seu pai, madrasta, meio-irmãos e de toda a alcateia. Mas sua vida toma um rumo drástico quando ela é trocada no lugar da filha legítima de seu pai para ser casada com o Belo e Coração Gelado Alfa Xaden. Xaden está determinado a punir Jasmine pelos pecados de seu pai que massacrou toda a sua família, mesmo que ela não seja nada como seu pai. O ódio lentamente se transforma em desejo, paixão ardente e finalmente amor. Mas o que acontece quando Xaden descobre que Jasmine, foi plantada como uma espiã para provocar sua queda e não era na verdade a princesa original que lhe foi prometida? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Que isso sirva de lição para todos. Real ou não, Alfa ou Ômega," Ele declara. "Vocês vão se manter longe do que é meu. No meu próprio território. Na minha alcateia." Com isso, ele joga o braço ensanguentado de lado e leva Jasmine para longe do olhar chocado deles.

“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties. “Oh my…” He muttered devilishly with lust filled eyes, as he roughly grabbed the right cup of my bra, manhandling it as if to get a pre-feel of how the main softness will feel like. I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears. I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar. Who could that be? A savior or another foe? I opened up my eyes, already glazy with tears, and peered at the visitor. He was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, angry man. I couldn’t tell distinctively his facial features because of my tear clothed eyes, but even as I laid as dead underneath my assailant, I could feel his rage rolling over him like waves. “Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly. And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face. But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room. “How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared. ***** Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits. Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen world who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.

*COMPLETE* [Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting] Evanescence "Evan" Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These "Eternity Woman" are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to "use" them. There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You "play" with them. But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life? That’s for Evan to find out. *** EXCERPT: "Raise your hips," he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding. Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner. Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act. As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.' "May I?" he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it. She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done. "F*ck me, Evan."

Uma menina pobre nascida com doença cardíaca congênita não tinha muitas esperanças para o futuro, mas sua vida dá uma guinada acentuada quando um homem rico e bonito a pede em casamento após seu transplante de coração. Foi a coisa mais surpreendente que aconteceu em seus 22 anos de vida. Abigail nunca imaginou que Christopher Sherman, um jovem empresário bilionário, se aproximaria dela e expressaria seu desejo de se casar com ela. Ela estava extasiada e aceitou sua proposta. Mas mal sabia ela que o belo rapaz de 32 anos tinha um motivo secreto para querer se casar com ela. Abigail entrou em seu mundo com muita esperança em seu coração. Mas casar-se com ele não era o final feliz. Era apenas o começo. Será que ela conseguirá impedir seu coração de se partir? O que acontecerá se ela descobrir seu verdadeiro motivo? ============= "A vida era fácil antes de eu me casar com você", disse Abigail com dor nos olhos. “Eu estava morrendo, mas eu estava feliz.” “Como assim?” Christopher agarrou seu braço. “Pare de falar besteiras e tome o remédio”, ele sibilou, colocando um comprimido em sua mão. Sob seu olhar ardente, Abigail se acovardou. "Você acha difícil atender ao meu desejo por um bebê? Já faz dois anos, Christopher." Ele não respondeu à sua pergunta. Tudo o que fez foi encará-la, agindo como mudo. “Por que sinto que você não se preocupa com meus sentimentos?” Abigail perguntou. “Você não me ama?” Seu silêncio foi a resposta clara.

Dans un monde où la magie des éthers est à la fois source de vie et de destruction, **Lyra Faelwyn**, une jeune mage, et ses compagnons se retrouvent plongés dans une lutte épique contre **les Nephos**, une organisation maléfique dirigée par le sinistre **Malachai Darkborne** et son bras droit **Enzo** . Leur objectif : contrôler un artefact ancien capable de manipuler les éthers et de plier le monde à leur volonté. Après une première confrontation avec les Nephos, Lyra découvre l'existence d'une prophétie liée à un cristal d’éther légendaire. Avec l'aide des archives de son grand-père **Elric Faelwyn** et de ses alliés — le vaillant **Kaelen Stormblade**, la magicienne **Sylara Mystwind**, et le voleur discret **Varen Shadowvale** — elle entreprend un voyage périlleux pour trouver le cristal avant que les Nephos ne s’en emparent.

"I think I gave you enough time to escape." If I had run away then, wouldn't I have encountered this man? No, we would have met again, like an inevitable terrible affair. Neither for his will nor mine. "Do you want to play with fire?" Meeting him was somewhere between coincidence and maybe it was inevitable. So, when I think back on that day, it was cold because it was the beginning of winter. Maybe that's why it was one of those days when I wasn't in a good mood. "Did you do contraception?" "You asked me to cum inside, so I did whatever you wanted." Playing with fire with a man I never expected to meet. The impact was so big. Life took an unexpected turn. "You've been hanging out with someone else while I was gone?" He says his life has never gone the way he wanted, but isn't this too harsh? "I'm asking if this is my child." Even though she knows that he's the most dangerous man than anyone else in the world The story of a woman who had no choice but to step into his territory. P.S. This is a Korean Novel originally written by Bulma I will painstakingly translate it in English

"Carmine... I'm about to...." "Not before I taste you." He delivers me, permitting my legs to drop. "Taste..." He slides down my body and throws my legs over his shoulders with my back squeezed against the chilly metal wall. His warm, thick tongue plunges inside my hot pussy. "Fuck..." I toss my head back, scaling the wall, yet he grasps my thighs, holding me set up. His tongue twirls around my clit, sucking and licking in a way that creeps me out. I curve into him, riding his face, grasping his hair. Sweet delivery is inside my grip, and he keeps sucking, licking, focusing on the areas that settle on me wriggle and decision his name. The stars glint behind my shut eyes, and I open them, gazing at the roof. My shirt is open, Carmine is between my thighs, and give up is torn from my spirit. My climax collides with me like a wave, shaking my entire body and making me pant for air. Carmine clutches me until the last quakes die down before he stands up and kisses my temple delicately. "Much obliged to you," I murmur energetically, resting up against him for help as we both catch our breaths. "That was only the tidbit." Carmine sneers and presses a modest kiss all the rage before at long last squeezing the lift button and getting it under way once more. "Imagine a scenario where somebody saw us." I look at the camera, feeling anxious briefly at the prospect of my own standing and vocation. "They'll be biting the dust to understand how I intend to treat you." With his lips squeezed against my neck, the lift entryways open on the highest level of the extravagant inn, and he ventures out. A dazzling perspective on the city underneath should be visible from the glass walls, the horizon with lights that sparkle and shimmer in the evening. The impression of the actual room is reflected against them, making a wonderful sight. "This is lovely." "Not more lovely than you." He accumulates me in his arms and conveys me inside. He thuds down on the love seat that sets before the lit chimney. With the perspectives on New York around midnight radiating through the windows, he starts to take off my garments. I rapidly copy him, anxious to taste him the manner in which he tasted me. I push his coat off, dropping it to the floor. Then, at that point, I unfasten his dress shirt, tearing his undershirt until I'm holding his solid arms and kissing across his characterized chest, the skin of which I scratched with my nails during my delivery. "You're awesome." "I'm a long way from it, bellissima. Presently, let me see you." He pulls from me and stops to respect me for one minute. The white ribbon bra differentiating against the tan skin and dim twists falling thickly over my shoulders. "Strip for me."

[Mature Content] A humble shop owner struggling to make ends meet in the modern world, storms into a company to demand her money back for a defective vibrator when she meets the arrogant and dangerous boss, Alaric Draconis. In a twisted tale of rags to riches, love and war; something dark lies just beneath the surface, challenging Ari's world as she knows it. There are things out there that prey on humans, hidden councils that keep mortals oblivious to the bloodthirsty beasts that lurk in the shadowed streets of Seattle Washington. In a world of witches, ghosts, succubus', werewolves, and vampires, Ari is the most dangerous piece in the game: a blood doll that strengthens a vampire's ability. The ultimate weapon between warring supernaturals. —————————————————————- Ari used a single hand to dig into her bra, retrieving her cellphone. "I will not grovel like some sinner in church. Are you secretly some kinky priest?" She waved the device at the door guard. The threat was mostly empty. She couldn't really afford to be involved with the authorities and explain why she'd stormed into the building to begin with. The silence grew as she waited with baited breath. Please let this work. Please let this work. She prayed in her mind. "I don't think you understand, Ms. Ari. A man such as myself doesn't aim for success with the idea of only pleasing some of his genuine audience he appeals to. The goal is perfection, and I've had that for ten years until today. I couldn't care less if you were God," He spoke lowly, then said. "If I can't handle a woman with a mouth I shouldn't run a company." Alaric chuckled lowly beneath his breath and rested a fisted hand against his mouth where he bit on each knuckle slowly. This woman surely had an interesting thought process, especially the vocabulary of words she used in a sentence when speaking about him. "A priest?" His naturally almond shaped eyes seemed to almost narrow more than they had, smooth wrinkles scattering at the corner of each eyelid. Another glint of red light flashed onto the surface of those Grey hues from the various city lights flashing through the large floor to ceiling windows. Dark clouds loomed behind him, and when he stepped forward and crossed the room, he'd seemed like he flew down from them; some fallen angel who'd descended from grace. The speed was quick. In one blink he stood in front of her, his hand coiling around her wrist tightly. "I've been many things in my life, but priest isn't one. I've been an angel, helping those in the community stand on their feet. I've been patient, and I've been the devil to those whom I dislike. Being on my bad side isn't where someone would like to stay if they had any sense. Apparently you don't have that. Let me tell you exactly what would've happened had you called the police. They would've come right in here and ignored everything they saw. Why? Because money and fear keeps people's mouths closed." Yanking her lifted arm downward, he forced her onto her knees before him, his gaze glinting in the darkness. "And only an idiot would forget to apologize when they attempted to swindle someone out of their league. If you want a new product, fine. But you won't be getting your money back. Remove your rude comment off my site and all will be forgotten."

Hearing the door knob clicked, Bryce turned around to see a woman who had just stepped into his room and closed the door behind her. Huh! What is she doing? He was confused. Looking at her to explain why she's here, he blinked as Mel began to remove her clothes. Her eyes determined and the style and movement in which she was getting rid of her clothes was like that a high class seductress. He was too shocked to talk until her bra came into view. "Hum, what are you doing, Miss Melanie?" He asked, trying not to stammer. Mel paused and looked up at him. She had no idea why he's helping her, because she had nothing to give in return, so she deducted that he must want her body. She might not have anything, but she's a great beauty with and alluring body. To top it, even though she isn't happy with what she's about to do, she's sure she could give him a night to remember. She want something to make him keep helping her. She felt so confident that she could get her son back, because of this man in front of her. "I, hum thought you would want a nice time and relax after. I can do anything, but please don't give up on me. I can't live without my son." She said, tears already welling up in her eyes. Bryce's heart was shook greatly, but still composed himself. He chuckled softly. "Miss Melanie, if you have my body, I'm afraid you will have a debt to pay then, because as you can see, it's very precious." He said in praising tone for himself and Mel couldn't help but smiled softly. He then look at her seriously, "I will never get tired. You will get him back and I will support any revenge you want on them. Don't worry." He said and even though she was touched, she still couldn't believe someone would be this nice. "And you want nothing in return?" She asked and he shook his head. "I don't want anything in return. If I need something from you, I will work for it separately." He said in a mischievous tone and she wondered if he will ever want something from her, but still asked him again..... "Then, why are you helping me?" "Because I believe in love and what I see between you and your son is a type of love to be protected. I crave to be the protector of that." He replied with confidence ******* There are different types of mother in the world and if ranks were issued, she will be among the top. She's the definition of a mother.A mother who will do anything for her baby. A mother who will defend even the sweat that has been dabbed off her baby's forehead. You can't talk about anything related to her baby anyhow and not answer to her right there and then.If her baby is sick, she's sick.If her baby cries, she doesn't understand herself. Call her an obsessed mother, but that was how she believes she could protect her child. She wouldn't leave a room for him to be taken away.She will do anything for her baby .…… Meet CEO Desmond Bryce. A man who believed in feelings and couldn't look away from a struggling citizen.He couldn't stand injustice.Call him nosy, but that's him. He just couldn't help it, especially when he saw the sincerity involved.He was the gentle type when you're gentle and could give it hot when you think you're blazing. His motto; you get what you offer, so don't mess with me .…….. The love of a mother for her child and the heart that couldn't look away from injustice. This brings them together. Not this!Meet baby poop. The child that has the best mother in the world and his existence gives his mother the best man on earth. He brings them together.

It’s been a while since I came for a visit to Italy. I can still remember that rainy day when I met her. It’s started out with a little conversation, what was that we talked about…uh!. Oh yes, about our stay in Italy. Rain is pouring but my heart was beating faster than the droplets of water that was making her blouse wet and her black colored bra sticking out, literally sticking-out with her breasts seen because her top’s unbuttoned its upper three buttons. She didn’t care for she laughed with my lame jokes about the rain, the people we met while we were walking. I can’t remember where we we're headed but I just knew that she was the girl for me. I am a woman, born and raised in Italy until I reached 15 years old. I needed to go to a dormitory in the states and graduated at Harvard....yet, meeting Leila is different...she is different, wild, sweet, beautiful, crazy but sensitive. I am such a quiet person and so lucky to have her as a friend, but are we just friends or something more. I hated her guts, but the way she talks, smells and moves make me insane....

Devin and Masha sitting with her ass in his lap as he powers through I don't know how many plates of food and she just keeps hopping up to get more and feed him. Jun and Lilly in quiet planning mode considering they are not going to be at school next year. Ben and Liz are kinda on the outside of the group and have been most of the time. I think things have been tense concerning the big trip but I'll ask about that when we are closer to leaving. Kyle and Hanna are chit chatting with everyone, Kyle being brought in still threw a lot of people outside of the group but we got him healed and while there could have been some sort of explanation I don't feel the need to do so to everyone in the school. Isaac and Allison are my second biggest concern this year as the two of them have been dating like it's a soap opera. They are doing fine then he fucks it up and comes to the group to talk to her then they get back together for a week or two before another blow up. Finally, my biggest concern is Natsuko. After everything that has happened and all we've been through after Kori 'settled the score' with Heather at Johnny's place my little assistant has been less involved and more distant than I've ever seen her. I'm still enjoying the personal time I'm getting with my crew all the while Kori and I have been planning for the trip. I've been working out the trip list. She's been on the more 'important' job of making sure it'll be a fun trip. I'm pretty sure a bunch of teenagers in a couple RV's driven by bikers being tailed by a U-Haul carrying two bikes is gonna be fun for all. The backyard party ends in the late afternoon and while most of the crew heads off to home, I wait till all the guests leave before putting on my coat and grabbing Katy by the hand and dragging her off to my bike. She's wearing a confused look as I hand her the spare helmet but she's not fighting me as we head off to my only true private spot nowadays, the shack at Johnny's. My bike is a regular feature and as soon as I'm off there is someone to walk it to a small garage Johnny had built for the equipment. The place has really changed, it's still got the trailers stacked up like ghetto apartments and teenage outcasts running around but once I get past the 'courtyard' and into the main section it's tools equipment and then the green houses. Still marvel at the work Johnny has put in becoming a 'legitimate businessman' but I've got more important things on my mind as I walk past it all and to my shack. A little expansion on the shack and the bed were done just so I could hold meetings there with my people but other than that it stays untouched by others. I get Katy inside and sit her down on the bed after closing the door. I take notice of my confused 'Bad' girlfriend, tight jeans that are torn up with hard black boots. I know she's got one of her tank tops under her leather jacket. I take my leather jacket and hood off and set it on the chair, then kick my boots off before slowly pulling my t-shirt off. Katy starts to pick up on what's happening and starts to undress taking her own coat and boots off as I get my pants down and kick them to the side. I move up to her and help her with her top revealing her large breasts clasped together in a purple and black bra, her pants come off to show me matching panties before I throw the former to the floor. I pull her up off the bed to sit up and kiss Katy gently on the lips which catch her off guard for only a moment before I have arms wrapped around my neck. Katy leans back, we keep kissing as she takes me with her to the bed, slowly we work our limbs tightly but tenderly around each other as I feel myself getting hard against Katy's covered mound.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] "My blood is keeping you alive, so from today onwards...you belong to me." - Elias Stone --------- Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf? Amaira was the girl who cried, vampire! Of course, no one believed her because vampires don't exist, but how else would you explain what she saw that night? Her sexy and handsome neighbor, Elias Stone devouring a woman's exposed neck! "You're crazy!" they said. "Stop reading so many weird books!" they said. But Amaira knew what she saw and she was going to prove it! After many failed attempts, she finally got into his house disguised as a babysitter for his baby brother, Kenneth. 'Don't put your hand near the baby's mouth was the only rule given to her by Mr. and Mrs. Stone, but what choice did she have when the baby started choking on God knows what? Amaira stuck her finger in baby Kenneth's mouth and one bite from him changed her life forever because it was how she became a ghoul and ended up being bound to the devil. ----- Excerpt They told her to stay away, he was unstable under the curse of the red moon, but being bound to him, Amaira could feel how much he needed her and could hear his voice in her head begging her to come to him. Without seeing her, Elias could tell she was there when a surge of sexual desire infiltrated his body. "You shouldn't be here?" he started, keeping his gaze solely on the ground. "I could hurt you." Despite his warning, Amaira didn't leave but instead went closer to him. "Look at me, Elias." When he rose his head to look at her, she met his red eyes with her blue ones, "You won't hurt me." With those words, Amaira slipped off her coat before pulling her turtleneck blouse over her head and unhooking her bra. Her jeans went after, shortly followed by her lace panties. She was fully exposed in front of the horny devil chained to the wall. His hunger for her increased tenfold, but while the rest of his body betrayed him, words of concern still managed to leave his lips, "You'll freeze to death." Amaira had no idea what took over her, but all she knew was that she needed to please him. She smiled innocently before tracing the bulge in his pants with her index finger, "Then how about you warm me up?" {This story contains r-18+ explicit content, BDSM, horror, and gore} [Please check the author's review before proceeding to the story :)] Check out my other novels: Never A Bride [Ongoing] Blood and Butterflies [Ongoing] Let's connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887 ** The beautiful cover art belongs to me and was commissioned by elkshan (Find her on Instagram)

“Mmmn Zane” I moaned amidst the heat of passion. The s*xual urge was inevitable. “Imagine i’m right in front of you” He sounded soft, s*xy and seductive. “I can see you, shirtless with s*xy abs you’ve showed me” I imagined his naked figure in front of me. “Good. Now Imagine everything you wanna do to me. I can also see you with a s*xy red bra on, revealing those juicy b*obs” “Mmmn I can feel your hands on my b*obs” I moaned loudly. There was a sudden knock on the door, disrupting the s*x call that felt almost real and I was extremely aroused. I disconnected the call, to get the door. “Hmmn Finn” I moaned his name coldly; allowing him in. “Hi Rita” He smiled innocently. I stared at him seductively, I saw everything Zane told me to imagine earlier. Naked, hot and sexy! I drooled, heavily aroused and engrossed in my dirty imagination. I jumped on innocent Finn, pinned my body against him and began to kiss him deeply. Looks like Finn understood the assignment. He didn’t resist, he lifted me bridal style, laid me on the couch, yanked off my clothes. ~~ He satisfied my s*xual desires and made me feel like a woman. I gave Finn my body and I didn’t care but unknowingly to me, it was the greatest mistake of my life.

"Mag ready na kayong bumaba. ang maiiwan lang ay mga PWD/ buntis at senior." sigaw ng conductor ng bus. I stop the music. and put my cellphone on my bag and get my ID for the check point. di naman ako bingi para ipaulit pa sa katabi ko yung sigaw ng conductor. "baba na!" sigaw ulit ni  conductor. tumayo na kami at isa isang pumila sa gitna para bumaba. pagkakababa ko pumila ako sa ng che-check ng bag. iniisip Kong maayos ko bang na tupi yung  panty at bra ko. nakakahiya naman sa nagche-check. tumingin ako sa mga pulis na naassign. shift puro lalaki. no choice! sinilip ko muna yung  loob ng bag ko. hayy naparanoid lang girl. makakalimutin na ahh. your just 23 relax. kape pa more. when my turn to checking my bag. the police look at me and said "Ma'am tawag ka ni  boss" and he pointing to a man in uniform standing beside a black Toyota car. "why?" I asked immediately. he just smile and shrugs his shoulder. "boss chip! ano  pong nangyari bat Hindi po namin pwedeng isasama tung pasahero namin?' the conductor asked to the police man. " Iiwan nyo lang dito kami na ang bahala." what did I do? why...bakit pinaiwan ako. the man hand signed me to come to him. oh my gulay. ang  ganda ng mata.

Rhehan expected her to fall for his wicked smile. The moment he tried to touch her uncovered thigh , he was thrusted with a tight slap on his right cheek. The beautiful woman sitting in his front cursed him and stormed out of the cafe. The nymphomaniac within him took a break again and he could not even sleep. He had to take revenge for the slap. How dare she hit him like that? Doesn't she know who he is? How can a girl possibly be not affected by his looks and wealth? ..... The next day he entered the same cafe and ordered everyone to move out. Nobody had the courage to refuse him. As soon as the girl was also about to leave, he held her waist and pushed her closer to his already lusty body. It was just the two of them in the cafe. " Not you my dear," he said holding her waist and feeling her curves on his hardness. ..... What will prevail Love or Lust? For a nymphomaniac man like Rhehan is it possible to love anybody in his life? Get ready to experience a rollar-coaster ride of Love, romance, mystery, magic and action.? P.S. Since many people are confused about me using the term Nymphomaniac for a male, I would like to clarify that there is a reason I have done that! Part 1 (Finished) Paert 2- Married To a Nymphomaniac read on Readamo, Toimoi, Lereader, Novelenders, Easynovel, Noveloasis, Yumread, Upnovel. Happy reading! ********** Join me on my discord server, for more interactions and updates! https://discord.gg/48Fvp5B ************* Other Novels- 1.When Love Happens! 2. The Perfect War Story... 3. Pool Of Lust 4. It started with a bra 5. Oath of seduction 6. When the clouds Lie (Readamo) 7. Help the CEO is seducing me (Goodnovel)

Warning: Contains adult content. A story about seduction, lust, deception and power! .......... What happens when the country's two youngest and most successful lawyers, end up meeting in the courtroom? One is the charming and crude male, Austin, who has to now face his five year old crush Linda, a pure beauty with brains. Will it turn out to be love or war? *********** You have not even given me any time Linda. That is not fair." He held the girl's wrist pulling her closer to him. The girl was startled a bit and then looked in the man's eyes with surprise. His dark eyes were filled with love and pain, and he was looking at the girl with much resolve. "Austin what are you doing?'' Austin smirked a bit and then planted a quick peck on her cheek with much love and adoration. "I have not learnt to accept defeat. And this time all I want is you. I want to touch your body once again, this time without alcohol. I want to feel these beautiful lips on my lips once again and suck them very hard. I want to enter you once again and hug you for life. And I will keep convincing you, till you do not say yes to me." He smiled a bit and then instantly turned around walking away towards his car. In just another few seconds the man waved her good bye and was already driving away. Part 2 - The Pool Of Thirst And Sins ********** Other Novels- 1. He is a Nymphomaniac 2. When Love Happens! 3. The Girl Under Red Umbrella 4. It started with a Bra 5. My Three Husbands

I felt a heavy weight on my body,he started nibbling at my neck and kissing it. "You're pretty yuuno" He whispered in the deepest voice ever that sent shivers down my spine. And I still didn't know the identity of this man. I just wanted to get released. Soon he made his way to my shirt and removed the buttons one by one. He ripped out my bra and his lips landed on my boobs. Tears already formed in my eyes. I couldn't even scream, who would help me? He sucked on them till I was sure I was very sore. ………… Carol Anderson has always dreamed of becoming a singer with her father as her biggest supporter. However things took a sharp turn when he suddenly passed away. He wasn't sick or anything, or was he? Life became meaningless until she met a man that actually supported all her dreams and aspirations. They later got engaged, but that was when she discovered the biggest secret ever!

A liberdade já parece irreal para Ingall. Sequestrado dos braços de sua mãe, o gigante cresceu em cativeiro e foi "domesticado", como dizem os nobres. Entretanto, o piedoso rei Ruzgar tem uma oferta a lhe fazer, uma chance sair de sua jaula e se juntar aos militares. Ingall espera ganhar uma vida mais digna ao cumprir a missão. Os primeiros amigos de Ingall mostram a ele que há muito mais a se conquistar. Revelam uma história que o gigante jamais poderia ter sonhado dentro de sua jaula. AVISO: Esta história ainda não foi revisada nem finalizada. Críticas construtivas e sugestões serão bem aceitas.

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT! Parent guidance is strongly advised. EXCERPT: "The rest of the guys in the circle began shouting joyfully as the naked ones took away my trouser and panties, took away my pullover and bra all at once hence, I was completely naked on the ground. All their d**ks became arose, completely stiff, pointing in my direction. I have always loved the sight of dicks with full girth, but these looked ridiculously bigger, and girth than the usual d**ks I have seen and, truth be told, I became fearful for my life. For a short while, they halted the process and remain stiff like a polo collar, but I was still being held against my will to the ground. The one holding the staff stood up and walked slowly to where we were with a cup of palm wine still in his hands as he swung in the palm wine in one draught and threw away the cup instantly. Tonight is one of the blessed nights that we will always want to remember. Let the initiation begins." He announced as he lifted up his hands and gave a short, mirthless laugh. The others wouldn't allow him to stop laughing. They took up the laugh at once except those who were frozen as they kept me pinned in my position. Before I could blink an eye, I already saw the middle man naked as he quickly came on top of me while the others paved the way for him. Two of the naked guys kept pinning my hands to the ground, and another two did the same to my feet. The moment I felt his ride inside me, my drunkenness cleared away from my eyes as my eyes stopped turning and I started struggling to overcome all of them, but to no avail. He gave me a slap and slap again and again until I stopped trying and allow him to dangle on me until he was done. I wouldn't know if the idea was to make me feel pain as the sex wasn't enjoyable, not even for a little. It was full of pain and endurance. He kept swinging faster in a single position and rapid slaps which landed dirty on both of my cheeks as he lifted his head up and opened his horrible stinking mouth only for me to feel him release his white horrible substances inside of me as he slaps his d**ks on my vagina and walked away." ---------------------------------------------------------------- The company we keep can either contribute to our success or destroy us at the very end, so they say. This was the case of Shade, whose friend Cynthia became a wolf in sheep's clothing. For the love Shade had and Cynthia could not get, Cynthia did everything and anything she could to make sure everything ends bitterly for Shade. Day after day, as she continued to dwell in her evil mindset, she found confidence among the children of the night and from there, her true colour was revealed. ------------------------------------------------------------------ DISCLAIMER!!! Cover art is not mine. Send me a message for removal. Contact information Discord: @sam-crowned00#2457 Instagram: @sam_crowned1 Facebook: @samcrowned Twitter: @sam_crowned

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