Akatsuki Robe

"Take off your clothes," he ordered in his cool, baritone voice.My robe slid off my shoulders and I stood in front of him naked and ashamed.But when his wet lips worked their way down my neck, I found myself trembling in fear and desire.***I was 20 years old, a maid.I was given to the bloodthirsty Alpha, the cold and cruel demon that all had feared.Knowing my love for him was hopeless, I made a contract with him: he would take down my enemy in exchange for my life.On the day I got my revenge, I was ready to die, until I found out...***“Amber, do NOT run away from me again," he commanded as he took a step forward."Don't come any closer," I held a dagger up to my throat with one hand, and covered my abdomen with the other, my voice calm. “Or you will never meet your child.”Hybrid Alpha's Contract Bride is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

J'allais me marier, mais mon fiancé, un PDG avec qui j'étais fiancée depuis dix ans, ne le savait pas. Parce qu'une nouvelle femme de chambre est arrivée chez lui, il n'avait pas le temps de s'occuper de moi. Ils discutaient sans arrêt toute la journée, et on dirait qu'ils allaient bientôt dormir dans le même lit. Pour faire plaisir à sa femme de chambre, mon fiancé lui a acheté un nouveau yacht et l'a emmenée voir les aurores boréales au pôle Nord. Il a complètement oublié notre rendez-vous pour choisir la robe de mariage. Après avoir attendu toute la journée dans la boutique de robes de mariée, j'ai appelé mon père : « Je veux changer de marié. »

Sébastien de Saint-Clair allait épouser son premier amour. Clara Petit, qui l'avait accompagné pendant sept ans, sans pleurer ni protester, a organisé elle-même un somptueux mariage pour lui. Le jour de ses noces, Clara a également porté une robe de mariée. Sur une longue avenue, deux voitures nuptiales se sont croisées. Au moment où les deux mariées échangeaient leurs bouquets, Sébastien a entendu Clara lui dire : « Je vous souhaite beaucoup de bonheur ! » Sébastien a poursuivi la voiture sur 5 kilomètres le long de l'avenue avant de finalement rattraper celle de Clara. En l'agrippant par le bras, il sanglotait, la voix brisée : « Clara Petit, tu es à moi. » L'homme qui descendait de la voiture nuptiale, a serré Clara contre lui. « Si elle est à toi, alors moi, je suis à qui ? »

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. She closed her eyes as he pushed her to the wall, trapping her between himself and the wall. His breathe felt so hot as he buried his face in her neck. It felt hot, hotter than being locked in an oven and it was much more than a turn on for her. “When I touch you” he said as he slowly took off her robe… “never scream…never refuse... Just feel… you’re here and only for me, I don’t wanna ever see you speaking to anyone because you’re mine and mine alone… you’re my taken“ he said before ripping the clothes from her and then pushing her to the bed, spreading her legs . . After a one night stand with an unknown man, Amanda Wilson finds herself in a more complicated scenario when she gets taken as a captive by this unknown man to an unknown location. What happens when she finds out he is a ruthless Beta, one feared by even the alpha?

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

Après vingt ans passés à connaître et à aimer mon compagnon destiné, l'Alpha Martin, nous étions enfin sur le point de nous marier. La veille du mariage, il a choisi avec une précision troublante la teinte exacte de rouge à lèvres que je voulais, directement dans ma trousse de maquillage. C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai compris : l'Alpha Martin avait déjà quelqu'un d'autre. Cette fille portait la robe de soirée sur mesure que j'avais préparée pour le banquet de noces, et elle trinquait avec lui dans un toast de compagnon. Nos amis l'entouraient, l'appelant respectueusement « Luna ». Je n'ai pas fait de scandale. J'ai simplement appelé l'hôpital. « Docteur Fabien, veuillez disposer des ovules que j'avais fait congeler. » Puis j'ai envoyé un message à cette fille. « Yvonne Jimenez, aimeriez-vous épouser Martin Daniels à ma place ? »

Four years after being kidnapped and changing her name to keep up the ruse of her death, Serenity is forced to return to her old life by her overbearing father Unfortunately for her, along with her dysfunctional Mafia family comes the once love of her life; Alexander Moretti and a mysterious threat intent on killing her Facing an unknown enemy, Serenity and Xander must find a way to navigate the complicated waters of their relationship and keep her alive long enough to get to the bottom of it, but what happens when her family is destroyed leaving Xander no other option but to become the Don of the Mafia? Will Serenity stick around even after she finds out his part in her family's destruction? *** Serenity exited the bathroom clad in a robe with a towel in her wet hair when a chill ran down her spine. The barrel of the gun against her temple made her freeze and let out a shaky breath as the towel dropped from her hands when they raised. Turning slowly, Serenity came face to face with Alexander and just as quick as the panic came, it subsided. Serenity released a heavy breath and Xander's gun fell. "Serenity!” He stared at her with wide eyes

"Get up, I'm hungry. Cook for me NOW!" The authoritative tone jolted me awake, not giving me a moment to freshen up or even change. We don't sleep side by side; he stays in the master bedroom while I occupy the guest room. He can't stand being near me. It hurts deeply when those words come from him, but it's a recurring pattern. I hurriedly made my way downstairs, still tying the robe around me. In the kitchen, I began preparing his breakfast. You see, I'm his secret wife. No one knows except our parents and a few friends. Since we got married, not a day goes by without him reminding me that he doesn't love me. Not a day goes by without him hurting me. But that's alright because, as I've mentioned, I love him so much that I'm willing to do anything just to earn his love in return. A single tear escaped and fell onto the clove of garlic I was chopping. I quickly wiped it away. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Manang watching me. I took a deep breath to regain my composure before turning to her with a forced smile. "I'm sorry; I got emotional over garlic." I lied.

Tika They delivered me to him on a silver platter. Four years ago I was an ordinary girl with a privileged life. After killing the only family I have left, they call this my penance. As I watch the man they call a monster from underneath my lashes, the handcuffs burn on my wrist. The orange jump suit makes sweat drip down my ample bosom as he growls at me. “Mate” he roars. The others around us freeze as we are lead in line. His eyes never leave me as he gives orders while others call him Alpha. With a snap of his fingers I watch as one of his men shreds himself apart to turn into a hideous beast. As I meet his golden gaze and my world starts to tilt, only one thing is clear. I just became the prisoner of a monster. ~ Xander When I imagined my mate, I saw a woman of strength and great beauty. When I met her eyes for the first time she wasn’t in chains. She wasn’t a prisoner facing persecution for a crime. I find the sweet scent of her to be contradicting. The way my cock hardens behind my robe as she looks at me from underneath her lashes, lets me know that she is a very bad girl indeed. In that moment I decided, since I always bring out the best in people…..this time, I want to bring out the worst.

Je suis revenue à la vie, et j'ai décidé d'écrire le nom de ma sœur sur la demande de mariage. Cette fois, j'ai laissé Laurent Hénault à ma petite sœur. Dans cette vie, j'ai été la première à faire porter la robe de mariée à ma sœur, à lui faire enfiler la bague de fiançailles. J'ai moi-même provoqué chacune de leurs rencontres. Il a emmené ma sœur à Paris, et je suis aussitôt partie dans le sud pour étudier à l'université de Nice. Tout cela, simplement parce que, dans ma vie précédente, j'avais déjà dépassé la cinquantaine, et pourtant, j'ai tout de même accepté de les voir — lui et notre fils — me supplier à genoux de divorcer, simplement pour accomplir sa dernière histoire d'amour avec ma sœur. Ayant revécu une vie, je n'ai souhaité qu'une chose : déployer mes ailes et m'éloigner de tout attachement sentimental.