A Study In Pink Sherlock

Noah, the rich young master had the best looks everyone admired. However, he didn't care about that. He lived like a mess which was a waste of everything he had received so far. His life was neither particularly bad nor particularly perfect. He just let his life flow as things occurred. He didn't love himself. That's the truth! That's why he was killed by his partner. Without any concerns, he got together with a man named William. And ended up getting sacrificed for his greed. Yet, he got another chance. Realizing, he was reborn, he didn't want to live that same tasteless life anymore. As a new start, he decided to study abroad. While he was there, he met the boy named Michel who ended up stealing his heart. For his heart which had no place for love and trust, Michel was the antidote. Regardless, there was no end to the strange things which kept happening to them from time to time. Experiencing a lot of things other people would never be able to, they finally found their happiness. Two souls that carried their regrets over two lifetimes, finally found their peace.

Sweet stories are coming. Be brave, and tell him how you feel. We hide in the lonely corners, watching those charming boys, but we don't know as long as we are brave enough, we can win their hearts. The handsome schoolboy, the abstinent professor, the cool genius... Who says that crush is fruitless? The pursuit of true love never goes out of style. “Falling in Love With A Cool Guy” My bestie's brother was a cool guy. When I met him for the first time, he went out of the bathroom and covered my head with a coat. Chelsea, my bestie tried to smooth things over. "This is my friend. Is she beautiful?" He looked at me coldly and said in a mean tone, "Ugly." Well, you might be a handful, but I knew how to deal with this type. I showed him my care and consideration for a long time. In the end, I gave up. He was still so arrogant that he didn't even call me sister. Two days after I gave up, he sent me the first message. Cool guy: [Are you playing hard to get?] “Love You Long Ago” I had a crush on Matthew, who was my neighbor, for a long time. One day, Matthew took the initiative to find me and introduced his younger brother to me. I smiled bitterly. Everyone knew that his half-brother was the person he hated the most. “Crush” I never thought this scene would appear in front of me. A tall man stood before me, holding the pink lingerie I had just taken off with his slender ring finger. My jeans were halfway also down my thighs.

CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 2 [Also known as POSSESSION: THE GAME OF CLUBS] 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 What is worse than being forced to marry a man you’ve never even met? Drinking with a man who’s off-limits and sleeping with him to prove a point. After one drunken mistake, I swore to never entertain him again. But the next time we met, things did not go as expected. He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldn’t resist his unbreakable allure. was not the only reason. It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired. There was one tiny problem. His marriage was in four months. To the woman who called me her friend. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 They say there’s pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her. She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose. Only, she wasn’t mine, nor I, hers. Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found? She surrendered herself to me. Until the end of our agreement. So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me?

“You'll ruin me, Dawn,” I whispered, my words thick with pain as my forehead connected with hers. I caught her full breasts and hardened rosy pink buds under the silvery glow of the moonlighting that soaked the surface of the pool in its celestial touch. “Would that be such a bad thing?” her question came out with a heavy, sensuous effect, completely tipping me over the edge. •••• With a bruised, low self-esteem, and subjected to immense torture at the hands of her step-family, Dawn Griffin could have sworn that there was absolutely nothing life wanted to throw at her that she wasn't ready for but how wrong she was because the essence of her being shattered when her mate dumped her for her stepsister. As though that wasn't enough, they were so eager to get rid of her, tossing her into an arranged marriage she didn't want, and confiscating her freedom. It was a decision that led her to the arms of a strange man at the bar she ended up with to drown out her problems in drinks. Dawn's matrimony, however, came with a twist and brought her right back into the web of the first man she ever got intimate with, the dangerous Alpha and the devil himself, Alpha Rhys Hallowvern. Rhys Hallowvern was that one Alpha that everyone was so terrified of because of his beastly nature and his aversion for commitment led to him getting a wife he didn't want. But two people who despised each other confined to the same space, how long would it take before facades start shedding, revealing their true intentions? Will the sinister forces lurking in the shadows sit back and hand them their happy ending on a platter of gold?

“I want to taste you, can I?" He asked pleadingly. I was gonna say no, but the throbbing in my nether region said yes. “Yes," I breathed shakily. He then started to kiss my hip bone trailing as he pulled my panties off. “Raise your legs," he instructed and I obeyed. He pulled my legs apart and inhaled. “Exquisite," he praised as he lowered his head and gave me a long, luxurious lick. ************ Dionnah Delaney is a hardworking, ambitious African American. She is headstrong and knows exactly what she wants in life. She does accounting plus she runs a successful design business with her other sister Danielle, who is engaged to Johnathan Mulroney. Johnny cannot stop raving about his other brother Mikey who has retired from being a Navy seal and he's coming home just in time for the big wedding. Dionnah doesn't want love and commitment after her first love broke her heart several years ago. But things change when Mikey steps into the picture. He's a billionaire playboy, who is smug and conceited on top of all that. Even though the two butt heads they can't deny their undeniable attraction. After one night of steamy sex, Dionnah and Mikey agree to never talk about it again, until weeks later when two pink lines show up on a pregnancy test. What will happen when Mikey wants more than what Dionnah has to offer, will she be able to let love in her heart, or will her ambivalence cause her to miss her chance at happiness and her forever after?

The series follows 3 Alphas as they meet their mates in the most difficult and unpredictable way. Will they choose to protect their pack and break the matebond or will they risk it all to have it all? The story starts with Alpha Max and Raven. Book 1 of the Alliance Series Max: She has the brightest ocean blue, which is made more enchanting by her long black lashes and perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Her button nose and defined cheekbone make her look so innocent. Her plump dark red lips are begging to be devoured. Her silky smooth long black her is tied in a high ponytail. A hint of pink reaches her cheeks and I swear I have never seen a more beautiful, alluring, and enchanting woman. She looks like something out of a dream or fairy tale. She does not belong in a place with so much violence and death. As I let my eyes roam her body, I notice she is only dressed in an oversized shirt, leaving her long-toned porcelain legs on full display. Her arms are folded in front of her chest which only pushes ups her perky tits. Her nails are digging into her forearm like she is holding herself back. She’s not the only one trying to hold back. I can see my hand wrapped around her ponytail pulling her tightly against me devouring her lips and breasts as she wraps those gorgeous porcelain legs around me so that I can plunge myself into her. I'm pulled away from my thoughts by Colton's sombre voice "Max, we are sorry we didn’t make it in time, we came as soon as we received the SOS”.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

Olivia’s POV The moment Armando left, the dam broke. I sobbed into the silence, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d pushed down for so long. I wanted to hold him tight. To kiss him and to tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted his protection but I just couldn’t because I didn’t trust anyone else and because I never wanted anything to do with love after James. I hated myself for pushing him away. But more than that, I hated that I felt anything for him at all. I sat there, drowning in the storm of my own heart, knowing that love was a battlefield I might never cross again, and yet, for the first time, I wished I had the courage to try. Armando’s POV Back in my study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand trembling as I lit a cigarette. The tears came slowly at first, hot and unfamiliar against my skin. I hadn’t cried since I was ten years old. But tonight, I wept. For her. For me. For everything we could never be.

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

My husband only married me for a family alliance, but his heart was always with his first love. To please her, he even threw her a grand wedding. He forced me to play the wedding march at their ceremony. When I hit a single wrong note, he stood by as she drove steel needles through my fingers. “Weren’t you so proud of being a pianist? Then I’ll take that away from you.” “This is my revenge for forcing me into this marriage!” Later, I got pregnant. However, Yaron Hayes, my husband, left for an extravagant trip abroad with Ellie Jensen. When he finally returned and saw my swollen belly, he immediately assumed I had cheated. He locked me in a closet, forcing me to endure a brutal childbirth alone—one that cost me my life. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Hayes family arranged our marriage. This time, I let go of my foolish devotion. I booked a flight to study abroad in half a month. “The sky is vast, and birds are meant to be free. It's time for me to follow my own path.”