Novel & Cerita Aphmau X Reader

I want to thank you guys for sticking with me throughout 'The Alpha's Unwanted Mate' journey, but now it's time for another! It's out guys! Xavier's story is out! 'A Rogue For The Alpha King', it'll be just as mind blowing as this one! Trust your author Gaydar and go read!(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Let me just drop the description real quick୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

😤😤 Captive of the count - Amara's story will be out soon🥰🥰🥰 Thank you very much for reading this book, I will so much miss writing about Lycus and Nyx but lets get on with Amara's story, Captive of the count. I will be publishing captive of the count soon, please support me on there. Thank you very much for your support, love you all,❤

Xava! Thanks for reading this chapter, pretty readers. Please don't forget to support this book and read the next chapters.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

When Ameira climbed up, she saw the small gate was wide open so she walked in without permission. On the outside of the bookstore, you can see that there are plants. The plants that are placed in the pots are extravagant and beautiful, indicating that the owner is wealthy. She looked at the door, it was open and because the wall is made up of glass, Ameira could easily see the guy that the old woman mentioned earlier. Kendrick and... "Aleja," for some inexplicable reason, Ameira smiled as she mentioned the man's name. But her eyes widened and her cheeks became slightly warm as she stared at the man without clothes on top who was bathing in his own sweat.

This story contains mature themes, profanity, violence, sexual and some triggering content (descriptions of SA) not intended for young readers. ◆ Author's Notes ◆ This is Book II of the Secret Heirs Series. The storyline in this book takes place after the last chapter of my first vampire/crime/romance story originally written in 3rd person and published on another platform. This book is a standalone but if you want more context behind the main characters, I suggest you read "The Heir's Secret Obsession" (THSO) [the non-paranormal version, a rewrite] on this same profile.

Hi everyone, This is my love letter to you, *Giggles* Thank you so much for reading this book. I went through a wild emotional ride writing it. I love you all so much and I appreciate your support. If you enjoy my writing and are wondering what to read next, I got you. Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Short and muscular, she reclines on the swing with her onyx hair draped over one shoulder and her left tit. She lowers the supernatural gossip rag she’s been reading and rests it in her lap. “Where you off to in such a fury?” “The vamps struck again,” I snap, fury pounding in my temples. “Shit,” Ama says, removing her leg from its comfortable position and sitting up straight. “Who’s dead?” She finger-combs the long strands of hair still trailing along the front of her torso. It’s a gesture she resorts to when she’s agitated or nervous.