Ashley Benson Bring It On In It To Win It

Miles Clark has forgotten everything about his past. His dreams of a half-frozen woman guarded by a white wolf deep in a forest may be clue to reclaiming his memories, but each night she and her familiar appear more fragile and weak. He knows he must light the fire to save them both and to reclaim his memories.

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

-Who are you?" Finally, he stopped the silence. His words were strong, angry, and loud. "-What?" I felt so confused still couldn’t let my eyes from his new look. And his actions of killing without any emotions made my voice trembling. "-I...TOLD...YOU...WHO... THE FUCK... ARE... YOU...?" With stiff teeth he seemed to lose his patience, slowly and frighteningly, he asked, no, ordered to me, without lifting his eyes from me, with every word he took a step closer to me until I could smell the sweat, dirt smell of his ammunition from him. His hard chest-like rock was so close that it barely touched my body. I was shivering he was so scary and I still wanted him badly. "-Are you joking with me? How to understand, who am I?" I whispered... I stopped our deep gaze, even though it wasn't easy. -"What's happening here? Where are we? Why are you...." I couldn't finish one of my hundreds of questions when my husband turned his eyes away from me to his men. -"Take that strange ‘pause from his lips, his eyes traveled from the top of my head to my legs" bitch, to the cell, that little mouth soon will be open for me. And she will talk as well too."

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.

“A passion so intense it burns my lips whenever I whisper his name. He is the first person l think of when l wake up and the last person I think of before l return to bed. It’s at moments like these l truly begin to forget what life felt like when he wasn’t there”. Leigh lives a boring and steady life of routine. She is not happy but feels content. After witnessing the death of her mother during a home invasion, a peaceful life is all she can dream of. And her boyfriend Dylan provides all the comfort and peace she may need. So she thinks. But things take a turn after Dylan drops her like a dead fish. Leigh is devastated but her devastation takes a whole new meaning after she finds out she’s been arranged to marry a man she’s never met before. Under an agreement made by her late grandfather in a contract. And when she finds out the man she is to marry is Felix Gray the CEO of a multi-millionaire company, Leigh is certain her future life is going to be far from peaceful. But maybe a little less peace in exchange for love isn’t too much of a price to pay.

Sophie Ealhmunding, a young woman enslaved and thrust into the world of the Vikings, quickly captures the attention of every man in Kattegat, especially the gaze of Ragnar Lothbrok, the king of Kattegat. Will she endure his cruelty, or will her rebellious spirit lead to her demise? Can the secrets she guards from everyone provide her salvation, or will they seal her fate?

My boyfriend was a therapist. On the day I got diagnosed with ALS, he was busy celebrating his friend's birthday. He said, "Sophie's got depression. Without me, she could break down, hurt herself, or do worse things." To look after her, he broke up with me and moved into her place. I blocked him on everything, agreeing we'd go our separate ways. Strangely, he lost his nuts when he found out I was dying.

Riley is a well trained she wolf from the crescent moon pack. When her pack is invaded by the blue moon pack, she loses her parents and is kidnapped by the Alpha of the rival pack. When she wakes up in the Blue moon pack territory, she doesn't sit and cry like they thought she would. Instead, she decides to kill the Alpha of the Blue moon pack, who is older than her father. Things change when she stumbles upon her mate in the Blue Moon pack. He is none other than the son of the man beside whom she is sitting during her mating ceremony. Carter is David's son, the man who kidnaps young girls for his sexual pleasures after the death of his wife. Carter hates his father for killing his mother and sleeping with different women every night. So he trains under the guidance of his uncle and creates an army of his own. When he hears that his father is going to marry yet again, he challenges David for the pack and the girl. He doesn't want a mate and gets addicted to s*x like his father. He doesn't want anything to do with Riley, but he is forced to mate with her when she gets into Heat. Riley hates Carter and his pack which almost destroyed her pack and killed her parents. She tries to ignore the mating bond, but the moon goddess has different plans for them. When their chemistry begins to burn the sheets and their bond pulls them closer, how long would it take the two polar opposites to give in to the feeling of love? What happens when David comes back from the dead to claim Riley? What tricks does he have under his sleeve this time?

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?