Allison Argent Clothes

For five years, Jessie Moore suppressed her personality, wore clothes she hated, and hid her staggering wealth. She did it all for one reason: to prove to her mother that true love could exist without a billion-dollar price tag. But on the day they were supposed to register their marriage, her boyfriend, Allen Walker, didn't show up. When Jessie went to find him, she didn't find an apology. She found a celebration. Allen was toasted by his friends for finally escaping "the fat girl" to get engaged to a "proper" socialite. “Take this million-dollar cheque and get out of my sight," Allen sneered, tossing the paper at her feet. Jessie didn't cry. She threw wine in his face, tore the cheque to pieces, and walked out—straight into the arms of the city’s most powerful, icy, and untouchable man: Stephen Harrington. Stephen is her best friend’s brother and a CEO who has never spared a second glance for any woman. He needs a wife to stop his family’s meddling; Jessie needs a husband to satisfy her mother’s inheritance demands. It was supposed to be a cold business deal. No feelings. No mess. But as Jessie returns to the Moore Empire to reclaim her throne, she realises the "Icy CEO" is anything but cold behind closed doors. And when Allen discovers the "penniless" girl he dumped is the very heiress he’s desperate to sign a contract with, he comes crawling back on his knees. He’s too late. “You had your chance, Allen.” Jessie smiles, leaning into Stephen's possessive embrace. “Now, I’m the one calling the shots.” Now Jessie is reclaiming everything that belonged to her…including the heart of the icy CEO.

"Didn't I tell you that you are mine? How dare you allow that punk to touch what's mine?" Nikolai pulled her roughly towards him, so that she is so close that she can feel his breath on her face. Ivy looked at him with confusion. This is new. He kidnapped her, tortured the man whom she had a crush on, He humiliated her by tearing her clothes, starved her for two days. After all that, he somehow changed the misery in her job. He saved her from getting killed and raped. "He is my best friend. I like him" she tried to remind him that she has a crush on Jason before he kidnapped her and that did not change. But he didn't like it at all. He kissed her roughly to remind her what he had with her. "Is it? Then what am I?" he demanded angrily. ...... Nikolai Knight, a man who is cold to his bones and lack empathy. He killed countless men for revenge. His parents were killed, and he is after their murderers. He kidnap a girl whom he thought will bring her father to him. But he didn't expect her to change everything. Ivy Johnson, a sweet and caring girl who has a crush on her childhood best friend Jason. Despite her sweet smiles, she is hiding a dangerous truth. She knows who killed Nikolai's parents. Nikolai starts to fall for his captive. When truth of that unveil, will he still feel the same or kill her in a rage. This is the story of a cold hearted man and his captive.

Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

At the company team-building event, I got called out by my colleague Samantha Rowler for not removing my price tag—she accused me of being a "freebie chaser." "Oh wow, Carla, you drive a BMW 5 Series. Are you seriously planning to return your clothes within seven days too?" she sneered. I tucked the tag back in and ignored her snide remark. But after the event, as soon as I got home, my phone started blowing up. My chat apps were going insane. A friend had sent me a link: [Luxury-Car Executive Turns Out to Be a Return Addict!] Someone had filmed me leaving the price tag on and posted it to a short-video platform. I opened the comment section and was met with a barrage of insults. [Can't afford to live, huh? Tag warrior.] [Is this car a sugar-daddy gift? Those who know, know.] [OMG, does this woman have some kind of illness? Which brand is this so I can avoid it!] I immediately knew Samantha was behind it. I messaged her to delete the video. Instead, the next second, she blocked me—and pinned a comment to the top of the thread: [You can know a person's face but never their heart!] I was about to post a statement to clarify, my finger hovering over the send button, when I noticed the video's likes had already shot past ten thousand. I laughed. If they wanted a scene, fine—let's make it bigger. I quickly posted a new update: [The outfit is really nice. I'll wear it again next time.] The netizens erupted. The insults doubled, the heat skyrocketed, and the post shot straight to number one trending. I just put my phone down and went to sleep.

“So, you really think I did what Fiona accused me of? I know it sounds bad, and it’s almost believable, but I’d never get into Fiona’s bed. If you could just slow down a minute, I’ll explain,” Jordan said. “Let’s assume Fiona is wrong. Where are you coming from right now? It just proves her allegations against you. As you can see, I’m busy. Please leave! I’d like to change my clothes,” I said firmly. His expression changed. “Ella, you’re kidding, right? I’ve literally seen all of you. In fact, I might have seen your guts when I’m between your legs,” he chuckled softly. “My point is, I love you, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. So, please sit, and let’s talk,” Jordan said, walking toward me, grabbing the bag I had packed, and shoved it aside. Ella’s life of misfortune takes a shocking turn when a one-night stand with multimillionaire Jordan Denver leaves her pregnant. Jordan, who had been betrayed deeply by his ex, falls in love with Ella, but their happiness stands on the edge of a cliff, especially with an obsessed ex-girlfriend like Fiona threatening to destroy everything. Their world spirals further when Jordan is involved in a fatal shootout and loses parts of his memory, forgetting everything about Ella. In the midst of all this chaos, Ella’s freedom is threatened when she learns she might go to jail for a murder she’s been accused of. Will Jordan remember the woman who captured his heart and save her before it’s too late, or will Ella’s life come crashing down for good?

Angelo once thought when he was five that he was powerful, when he turned 15, his childishness that he was powerful was shattered into pieces after he meet two men. He should be angry and frustrated but he can’t, one of the men who make him feel him hopeless possess the brightest smile he had longed to ever see plus the force that was telling him to get close and be intimate had make Angelo surrender all of his stubbornness and followed what was his heart was advising. The other one had strong rejection that make Angelo feel disappointed and hurt but he still let the other go because he knew his other mate would find happiness than with him. Angelo thought that this would continue, him being lovey-dovey with the ‘gentle’ mate that didn’t reject him while his other mate continue to put an expression of disgust, he was wrong. In his 17th, when the Red Moon appears in the window sill of his room, his mates appear at the same time using the Red Moon as their door. The mate that was full of rejection towards him had an obsess expression put on his face while his gentle mate still wore that gentle facade but there were lust, obsession that was written all over their transformed golden eyes when they approached him like a hungry wolf ready to mark him as theirs. Angelo black eyes also transformed into golden after the red moon appeared. Hades busily torn Angelo clothes apart while Zeus caresses Angelo angelic face, he reach for Angelo ears that was faintly red then exhaled their Luna scent heavily, releasing his pheromones. Both the twins golden eyes flash, they opened their lips and says the same thing, “Our Luna, it’s time for our mating"

[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."

À quarante ans, Reine pense avoir trouvé la sérénité en épousant Richard, un homme doux et attentionné de vingt ans son aîné. Mais cette tranquillité est mise à mal lorsque Gabriel, le fils de Richard, débarque pour passer l'été sous leur toit. Gabriel, vingt-cinq ans, est tout ce que Reine exècre : arrogant, cynique, et il ne lui adresse que des regards glacés et des piques assassines. Il lui reproche d'avoir épousé son père pour son argent et voit en elle une opportuniste. La tension entre eux est palpable, un mélange explosif de mépris et d'une attraction indéniable qu'ils luttent farouchement de dissimuler. Tout bascule lors d'un orage violent, alors que Richard est absent. Une dispute particulièrement violente les laisse seuls, trempés et frémissants de rage. Les insultes cèdent soudain la place à un silence lourd, puis à un baiser sauvage et libérateur. Ce premier contact est l'antichambre d'une passion dévorante et interdite. Ils se retrouvent en secret, transformant leur haine en un désir brut et obsessionnel. Les combats d'arguments deviennent des joutes sensuelles, chaque réconciliation est célébrée sur les draps froissés de l'alcôve la plus proche. Ils explorent leurs corps et leurs limites, découvrant que sous la rancœur se cache une complicité inattendue et une vulnérabilité partagée. Mais l'ombre de Richard plane sur leur liaison. Chaque mensonge pèse lourd sur la conscience de Reine, déchirée entre son affection pour son mari et sa passion déraisonnée pour Gabriel. Ce dernier, quant à lui, doit affronter son propre ressentiment envers son père et les sentiments complexes qui le lient à la femme qu'il était censé haïr. Leur histoire peut-elle survivre à la trahison et au poids du secret, ou n'était-elle qu'un feu de paille, condamné à se consumer dans la culpabilité ?

Pendant huit ans, j'ai été le secret d'Alpha Adrian. Il a fallu attendre le centième anniversaire de son grand-père pour qu'il accepte enfin de ramener notre fils, Gauthier, et moi dans la meute. Il m'avait juré que les Anciens avaient finalement donné leur bénédiction. Notre fils, surexcité, sautait sur le lit en brandissant sa médaille de champion, celle qu'il avait gagnée lors du tournoi junior de combat. Il s'était battu bec et ongles, juste pour rendre son père fier. Mais à peine avions-nous posé le pied sur le domaine de Boisnoir… qu'on l'a vu. Adrian, dans les bras d'une louve blonde, l'embrassait à pleine bouche. Avec un sourire aux lèvres, il nous l'a présentée : « Ma compagne, Sophia. » Gauthier s'est précipité vers lui, furieux, tendant le doigt vers la marque de morsure bien visible sur mon cou. « C'est la marque que Papa a faite à Maman ! Vous la voyez tous, non ?! » Le Chef des Anciens s'est avancé. Il a à peine jeté un regard, puis a lâché un ricanement glacial : « Une astuce de magie de sang, rien de plus. Ça peut imiter une odeur, mais jamais la connexion d'âme d'un vrai lien d'âmes-sœurs. N'importe quel loup expérimenté s'en rend compte au premier coup d'œil. » Je me suis tournée vers Adrian, paralysée, incapable de bouger. Lui, il m'a ignorée… et a caressé doucement la vraie marque sur le cou de Sophia, qui brillait d'un éclat argenté sous la lumière de la lune. « La meute de Boisnoir n'acceptera jamais une sang-mêlé incapable de se transformer, » a-t-il dit froidement. « La seule digne de se tenir à mes côtés, c'est Sophia. » Je l'ai regardé… et un rire amer m'a échappé. Penser que j'avais réprimé mon propre sang Royal Alpha… pour un homme pareil.