Aphrodite Drawing Full Body

Have you ever dreamt of becoming your stepson's wife? Of course, Jules never expected it, until she met him. * “Who is she?” he barked staring at the woman standing beside his dad with a cold gaze. “Your stepmom, Jules. My newly wedded wife.” his father answered, drawing Jules closer. Hero's lips twitched. Stepmom? He took in the young exquisite woman and sneered. She's more like a gold digger and as long as he's here, he would never accept her as his stepmom. Never!

WARNING] This story is not the typical childhood tale where the princess will be saved by her prince, and they will live happily ever after. This tale is about the princess who made her happily ever after- and to do that, she needed to be wicked like her stepmother. ------ "Run!" Snow doesn't have the choice but to follow prince Arthur. She closed her eyes and ran into the dark and dense forest. "Awoo..." Snow's quick run was stopped when a loud howl echoed through the forest. "What should I do? I can't go back...the queen soldier is all over the place and this is the only place they won't dare to go..." she uttered. Although her whole body was trembling, Snow continued her walk but she made a full stop. "Grr..." Snow's eyes widened as the cold sweat broke out on her forehead. " It looks like I can't escape death tonight..."

COMPLETED! '' You see my love, you should have drink something before you smell these roses and this Aphrodite scent in the room,'' he said walking towards her playing a very evil grin on his handsome face. She tried to move back after hearing his words which gave her the biggest shock of her life. She was about to trip back on her feet when he grabbed her waist saving her. '' I told you before you look so beautiful today. But you look even more beautiful in my arms,'' he said huskily playing with her hairs. '' I want to go home, please,'' she said pulling his hand down from her hair. '' This is your home, isn’t it. You even liked coming here before,'' he said grabbing her hand in his which was trying to move him back before. '' No nothing is right you say!'' she yelled with teary eyes but met with his warm lips with hers. And there went her first kiss without her permission. She lost her consciousness in his arms but he pulled her in bridal style. ''MINE!'' he spoke looking at her face with some crazy obsession that didn't seem to have any limits at all.

Eleanor's heart pounded as Armando backed her into a corner, his eyes dark and unrelenting. "Why do you keep resisting me, Eleanor?" he asked, his voice a low threat. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened. "I won't be your possession, Armando." A slow, dangerous smirk curled on his lips. "We'll see about that." His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her against him, the warmth of his body making it hard to think straight. Before she could protest, his mouth claimed hers, fierce and demanding. She wanted to fight, but the intensity of his kiss shattered her defenses. Her hands, instead of pushing him away, gripped his shoulders, drawing him closer. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless. "You can lie to yourself all you want," Armando whispered against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "but you can't deny what's between us." Eleanor's heart raced with conflicting emotions, knowing he was right-and hating herself for how much she wanted him. * * * * * * Eleanor's life spirals out of control when she is sold to Armando, a merciless Mafia boss. Their fiery confrontations spark a powerful and dangerous connection neither can deny. As betrayal and threats close in from every direction, Eleanor must decide if she can trust the man who holds her captive or if their growing bond will destroy them both. In a world of ruthless power struggles, love becomes the ultimate risk.

When Jane comes across a wounded stranger, Nicholas , who has been shot, her instinct to help overrides her caution. Little does she know that her act of kindness will plunge her into a labyrinth of intrigue. As she tends to Nicholas wounds, an undeniable connection forms between them, drawing her closer to a man whose secrets could shatter everything she believes in. He is a wanted criminal, and her own police force tasks her with the daunting mission of tracking him down. Struggling with conflicting emotions, Jane finds herself torn between her duty as a detective and her growing affection for Nicholas.

In the remote town of Black Hollow, death wears the mask of wolves—but the truth is far darker. Dr. Evelyn Hart, a brilliant but skeptical forensic pathologist, is sent from the city to investigate a string of brutal killings. The townsfolk whisper about curses, ancient legends, and a beast that stalks beneath the full moon. Evelyn trusts science, not superstition. But when claw marks gouge trees higher than any wolf could reach, when the dead are crushed with impossible force, and when glowing eyes stare back at her in the forest, her certainty begins to fracture. Drawn into a chilling web of blood, folklore, and fate, Evelyn discovers she bears a mark older than the town itself—a mark that ties her to a man both dangerous and magnetic, a man who claims she was destined to be his mate. As her body betrays her and the wolf within claws free, she must choose: cling to the human life she built… or embrace the monstrous destiny that waits under the moon.

Ten years ago, Elena, my best friend and my foster brother Alexander's fiancée, was tortured to death, every bone in her body crushed. I was the only witness, yet I chose to cover for the sadistic murderer. From that day on, I became the Family's greatest traitor. I accepted a ten-year prison sentence and bit off half my tongue just to keep that secret buried. Now, Alexander has returned as the most ruthless Don in Sicily. He dragged me out of my cell and strapped me into the memory extraction chair—a machine known to turn traitors into vegetables. As high-voltage currents tore through my brain, Alexander stared at me with eyes full of hatred and roared, "I will cut open your brain to find the bastard you’re protecting, and then I’ll send you both to hell!" But when the true killer's face finally appeared on the big screen, Alexander went mad.

Book 1 in "Blessed by the Blood Moon" series. Young and beautiful Laura just woke up in the forest, covered in blood, trying to remember what happened. After that night, Laura´s true heritage is revealed to her, but she has no idea what it means to be an Alpha. Dark powers are brewing in secret and while an old enemy is trying to conquer the world, Laura has to face betrayals by those who are close to her. It seems as she can trust no one. But most likely, she has to fight the desire she feels for the men around her, drawing her in and make a choice for her future. In the end all will be good. Or won´t it?

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.