Arti Fantasy

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

Eu trabalhava como professora particular quando o meu vício em sexo explodiu de vez, e eu cheguei ao orgasmo na frente do pai da minha aluna. Os meus comprimidos tinham acabado, e bem na minha frente estava exatamente a aluna a quem eu dava aula. Quando o prazer começou a me torturar a ponto de eu quase perder a razão, uma mão deslizou pelo meu corpo. Aquela mão tinha uma força que eu nunca tinha sentido antes e, num ponto escondido, ela começou a provocar cada pedacinho sensível em mim. Eu lutava para aguentar o prazer e continuava a aula aos trancos e barrancos. Até que, quando eu cheguei na explicação da sexta palavra, eu deixei escapar um gemido e atingi o auge ali mesmo, sem conseguir dar um passo. Naquele exato instante, eu senti um cilindro em brasa, rígido e pronto para me invadir, encostando firme atrás de mim.

Leah, Logan’s adopted sister, threw a tantrum at our first engagement party, an episode of her pup dependency anxiety. But after that night, I gave him an ultimatum: if he couldn’t bond me before I turned thirty, he’d have to choose—me or Leah. Logan believed I’d never walk away. After all, I was bonded by my dying mother’s last wish: to be bonded with the werewolf warrior who’d loved me for ten years. Ten years together. Twelve promises that he’d keep Leah in line. And then came my twenty-ninth birthday—our thirteenth engagement party. Leah locked me in a restroom, stole my gown, and stood beside Logan in my place. She was smiling, glowing, claiming everything that was mine. When I finally stepped out, my gown was tattered. I confronted Logan, but he only said, “Alison, forgive her. I promise, this is the last time.” I looked at the torn gown my mother had sewn through sickness and pain… and I laughed. Logan sighed in relief, thinking I’d let it slide again. But I didn’t. I turned and walked away without a word. After a decade together, he thought I belonged to him. Well, he was wrong. He didn’t know that there was someone else who could give me happiness and fulfill my mother’s wish.

La saga à plus de 2 millions de lectures sur WattpadSurvivante, voilà ce qui la caractérise aujourd’hui. Après avoir échappé à une mort certaine, le constat est lourd. Evalina doit faire face à la perte de sa famille dans des circonstances épouvantables.Mystérieux, est l’avenir qui s’ouvre à elle. Sauvée miraculeusement des flammes par le Leader énigmatique des Surnaturels, ce dernier la transporte dans un monde dont elle ignore l’improbable existence. Combattante, elle devra le devenir. Evaline va se voir confier la tâche de sauver un monde qu’elle ne connaît pas. Mais lorsque l'esprit de la jeune fille est hanté par un Surnaturel qu'elle aimerait détester, que sa profonde nature explose au grand jour et qu'elle se découvre un goût pour le chaos, la tâche devient encore plus complexe qu'elle ne l'était déjà.Dans ce monde, rien n'est ce qu'il semble paraître. Qui est la Démone, et quels secrets dissimule-t-elle ? Que renferme la création du royaume ?...

The night before our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Ryker of the Howling Moon Pack, ordered me to give him the Moon Soul Crystal—the very thing that protected my pack, the Willow Creek Pack. He said he needed it to power up the Howling Moon Pack's Blood Moon Altar. He also promised he'd keep me and my people safe. But he didn't know that we, the healers of the Willow Creek Pack, can only create one Moon Soul Crystal in our entire lives. Making one takes a crazy amount of moon energy. It's the treasure that keeps our pack alive. My mother, worried about me using up my moon energy while I was pregnant, gave up her own Moon Soul Crystal instead. But just three months after Ryker and I were mated, she got sick, fast. She was dying. I knelt in front of Ryker, crying, begging him for the Silverleaf Herb from the Howling Moon's forbidden grounds. It was the only thing that could save my mom. But he just looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment, and kicked me away. "I asked for the Moon Soul Crystal to test you," he snarled. "And just as I thought, you married me for our pack's treasures! Your mother's not sick. You're making it all up!" "You don't deserve to be the Luna of the Howling Moon Pack!" It wasn't until after my mother died, when he was arguing with me, trying to kick me out of the pack, that my mother's things fell and scattered everywhere. Her Soul Stone, the symbol of a wolf's spirit, shattered. That's when he finally realized he was wrong. He fell to his knees, begging me not to leave, crying for me to forgive him.

When Caterina Mari Santelli--daughter of a Capo--was born, she became a living curse. It was against the Italian mob to fraternize with the Russian enemy. And when her father decided to marry her late Russian mother, their family was walking on a thread in the Mafia industry. So, here comes Lucas De Marchi--a Boss--pure Italian from the greatest and legendary bloodline. His goal is to marry Caterina for her to be stripped off from being a curse, for him to be, someday, head of both clans and another dark mission he has to fulfill. But Caterina isn't a damsel in distress. When she met Lucas and discovered the truth, she knew there was blood to be shed. Only she didn't know whose.

Mystère. Lutte. Trahison. Trois mots qui rythment le quotidien d’Evalina. Tandis que sa sœur est toujours portée disparue, que l’Optimiste s’est vue brutalement mutilée à jamais et que la Démone devient de plus en plus imprévisible, de nouveaux ennemis sortent de l’ombre.Quel est leur but ? Pourquoi leur chef semble-t-il si intéressé par la Gémone ?Entre secret et embûches, les Surnaturels vont devoir apprendre à rester soudés pour avoir une chance de sauver Réturis. Seulement le combat sera rude et le temps leur est compté.

En mi quinto año de matrimonio con el Don de una poderosa familia mafiosa, descubrí que el amuleto de protección que me regaló me provocaba dolores de cabeza cada vez que lo llevaba conmigo. Como cirujana, esto me alarmó. Tomé los pequeños sobres que encontré dentro del amuleto y los llevé al laboratorio de toxicología del Hospital Kosley. El médico los inspeccionó y me dijo que contenían un tipo de veneno de acción lenta que no solo daña el cuerpo de la víctima, sino que también la vuelve infértil después de un tiempo. Lloré y exclamé: —¡Pero eso es imposible! ¡Mi esposo fue quien me dio esto! Se llama Vincenzo Cursley. ¡También es el dueño de este hospital! El médico me miró confundido. —Señorita, por favor, deje de decir tonterías. Conozco al señor Cursley y a su esposa. Son muy cercanos e íntimos entre ellos. Además, la señora Cursley dio a luz a un bebé hace poco. Ambos están ahora en la sala VIP, cuidando de su bebé. Entonces, el médico me mostró una foto en su teléfono. Vincenzo vestía su traje negro habitual con el emblema de la familia Cursley bordado en él. Sostenía a un bebé en brazos, y en cuanto a la mujer que estaba a su lado... La conocía. Se llama Claudia Henderson. Y Vincenzo siempre se ha referido a ella como su hermana adoptiva.

My best friend and I caught the eye of the celestial princes and were brought into the heavenly palace as their consorts. She became the caged golden canary of the Crown Prince, Rudolf Frost, while I became the stand-in for the lost love of the Second Prince, Mose Frost. As fate would have it, their lost loves were one and the same person. Everyone in the Celestial Realm envied us, two mortal women chosen by celestial princes to live a life of luxury among the gods. But this blissful existence lasted no more than three years before their true love returned, and our good fortune came to an abrupt end. "I'll fake my death first, and then you'll pretend to fall ill and do the same!" whispered my friend, Gabriela Simon. I nodded, and together we staged our deaths to escape back to the mortal realm. When their lost love, Anna Rivera, brought people to expose our deception, the usually calm and collected Rudolf unexpectedly pulled Gabriela into his embrace. Meanwhile, the ruthless Mose imprisoned me in his palace, staying by my side day and night. Little did they know, this performance was one we had been planning for three years.

"If you can't satisfy me with your mouth, then you'll have to satisfy me some other way." In one swift motion, he tore off her flimsy top and skirt, tossing the shredded fabric aside. The implications of his actions became quite clear to Visenya. "Please, let me try again... with my mouth. I believe I can..." "Quiet!" Lucian's voice reverberated off the walls of his bedchamber, instantly silencing her. This was not the way she had envisioned her first time. She had imagined passionate kisses and tender caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. But Lucian was not capable of love, and he certainly didn't cherish her. Instead, she was cursed with a mate consumed by vengeance, and wanted nothing more than to watch her suffer. ——— Ten years had passed since dragons ruled over the world, and Visenya had taken her rightful place as the Lycan Queen. Vampires were forced into the shadows, as hunting and enslaving humans became punishable by death. Finally, the world found peace. However, everything changed when Dragon Lord Lucian emerged from his induced slumber, only to discover the annihilation of his entire race at the hands of Visenya's father. Stripped of her kingdom, Visenya was condemned to a life of servitude as Lucian's slave. The cruelest twist of fate awaited her when she learned that her long-awaited mate was none other than the vengeful Dragon Lord himself. Consumed by their mutual hatred, will they be able to resist the powerful bond between mates? Or will Lucian push Visenya to her limits, only to regret it in the end? WARNING: This story may contain content that some may find disturbing.