Azur Lane Sakura Empire

« Tu ne sais pas à quoi tu t'attaques » Sa main traça lentement le long de mon bras, ses doigts-fermes mais déterminés, me faisant frissonner jusqu'au plus profond de moi-même. « Tu as peur. » « Pas du tout » chuchotai-je. Il sourit. « Tu devrais. » Avant même que je puisse réfléchir, il combla la distance-qui nous séparait, ses lèvres s'écrasant sur les miennes. Un baiser-rude, urgent, possessif et féroce, une brûlure dévorante. « Je ne peux pas m'arrêter. Je ne veux pas. » Puis il s'empara de nouveau de mes lèvres. Et bientôt, les-miennes bougèrent. Je lui rendais son baiser. Ça ne devrait pas arriver. Soudain, des pas-résonnèrent. « Rylan-arrête, quelqu'un-» Mais ses mains se-resserrèrent sur ma taille, m'immobilisant. « Qu'ils viennent. Je m'en fiche. » Puis ses lèvres s'écrasèrent contre les miennes, plus fort. J'ai tenté de me détourner, mais il m'a attrapée par le cou et m'a enfoncé sa langue-dans la bouche. « Rylan, s'il te plaît… » Mes yeux se sont tournés vers la porte. « Arrête ! » J'ai lutté. Sa main a glissé jusqu'à mes fesses, les serrant fort. « Si tu n'avais pas porté de jean, je t'aurais déjà enfoncé les doigts dans tous les trous. Putain ! » On a frappé légèrement à la porte, puis on a entendu la poignée tourner. Non ! ★ Certains secrets naissent dans le feu… et certains désirs, forgés dans les ténèbres. Alyssa-Milano porte un passé qu'elle ne peut fuir, un-passé imprégné de sang, de silence et d'un secret qui pourrait la détruire. À quinze-ans, son innocence lui a été volée. Rylan-Russo est dangereux, impitoyable, puissant et habitué à obtenir ce qu'il veut. Lorsqu'il jette son dévolu sur Alyssa, leurs mondes s'entrechoquent dans une tempête d'obsession et de désir. Est-ce une histoire d'amour digne de ce nom ?

"There's only one thing that can make a simple art exhibition so tiring; Evelyn Bennett." *** Nolan is the first son of the Walter Family and the I-Don't-Give-A-Damn kind of playboy. With Mr. Walter getting sick of the position, Noah has to step in as the President of Walter Corporation. Fire meets Fire when Nolan meets Evelyn Bennett, the Lotte Corp Heiress and "competitive-ass". Always getting at each others throats, they would do anything to save their pride and come out triumphant, but when this "hatred" spins into sparks of passion, things can get very crazy and there are obstacles around the corner.

"I would rather die than have you as my wife. You are not Lauren and you will never be my mate!" "You're nothing but a tool I used to help my Pack achieve our goal. I merely used you to get the MoonGem and nothing more!" *** When Evelyn, daughter of the Alpha of the Sagittarius pack fails in a mission to get to the gem needed to strengthen her pack's bloodline, she is given to Alpha Damian, the cold hearted Alpha of the Red Cedar pack who is in possession of the gem as a gift bride to secure that gift for the Sagittarius pack. The Sagittarius pack has made a deal with a separate pack so Evelyn's real motives are supposed to be stealing the gem from Alpha Damian. She has to work her way into his heart and push all of his buttons to get this done, but what will they do when the fate hits them with a shock. Can a love not fated ever stand strong in the midst of bloodshed, hatred, and a Werewolf vendetta?

This is Book 2 of Mafia King. It’s been three years since Cara took over the Di Angelo family, the biggest and most renowned Italian mafia. For three years she had protected her cousin’s family and made sure no one dared to touch them. Her cousin, Sol, was the king of the mafia until he fell in love and gave up the position to her. Cara is known to be dark and ruthless and plays with her prey before striking them down. She is the true definition of queen of the mafia. And when a hacker named Link, infiltrated their system and successfully rerouted their billion dollar shipment off their radar, Cara, like a predator, was thrilled to hunt down her new prey. But it seems Link was more than just a hacker. He’s a handsome, submissive, shy gentleman. The mere thought of his qualities piqued her dominant side. Will the queen spare his life?

On the day Catherine’s younger sister died, everything fell into crumbles. Her adopted parents cast her off, her medical license was revoked, and her reputation was ruined. Her best friend, Monique, helped her in moving to another city to start a new life. She became a college professor despite her struggles of hiding her past. A young CEO suddenly entered her discreet yet peaceful world, changing her usual peace. He offered her a contract that she can’t refuse. She has to choose between peace and freedom. Find out what is Catherine’s choice and either her choice will lead her to happiness or another heartache. Catherine:" You must be sent by my younger sister to me. She might think that I will be lonely once she's gone so she brought you to me." Alexander: "On the day before I thought I died, your voice brought me back to life. I promise in front of the grave of your sister that I will protect and love you. You will never be alone anymore."

Ayana Ara Titania, mahasiswi pemalas plus penulis tak terkenal yang entah kenapa selalu jatuh cinta pada pemuda yang salah. Dua kali jatuh cinta, dua kali juga patah hati. Seolah dilarang move on, Ayana kembali bertemu dengan dua pemuda yang pernah menolaknya. Bahkan bertunangan dengan salah satunya. Apakah kali ini nasib percintaan Ayana akan lancar jaya seperti jalan tol? Oh, tentu tidak!!! Karena disaat yang bersamaan Ayana mengetahui rahasia gelap kedua pemuda itu, kenyataan bahwa kedua pemuda itu tidak pernah menyukai wanita. "Rasanya aneh melihat dua orang laki-laki yang pernah kusukai saling bermesraan," gumam Ayana linglung.

Noah sat beside me. He lit a cigarette. I didn't understand why I was here. But it was true, I'd almost forgotten about Anthony, replaced by fear and curiosity. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "I mean. You said you'd help me with my problem." "Your problem? You're just heartbroken. Not a serious issue. You just need to get revenge." "How?" Noah took a drag from his cigarette. He was handsome, but the vibe he gave off made me scared. "Send him the same kind of video he made with that other woman." "I have to hook up with a stranger just to get revenge?" This was a crazy idea. "No way." "Then just deal with it and accept the fact that you're not more interesting than your boyfriend's side chick." What the hell was that?! I wanted to get even, but I didn't want to do something insane. I grew even more agitated. My phone rang again. I looked at the screen. My mom was calling me. This was bad. She couldn't know I was with Noah, or she'd kill me.

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

At the factory, my arm is pulled into a machine. After the surgery, the factory supervisor tells me it's my fault. Because of my arm, the machine has to be shut down for repairs, and every day of downtime will cost them millions. "Someone has to take responsibility for this, Zachary," the supervisor tells me. "It wouldn't make sense to demand millions from you, so just compensate us with 300,000—that's all." Under their threats—and my family's desperate begging—I sign the IOU for 300,000. With one arm gone, I can no longer find a job. All I can do is collect trash to repay the debt. While picking up bottles outside a restaurant one day, I hear the factory supervisor laughing and bragging inside. "Actually, that one-armed guy didn't violate any rules. In fact, the HQ gave three million dollars in compensation. My house and car? All bought with that money," he said. "I mean, who'd ever find out? With that debt hanging over him, he's probably already run off somewhere." Shaken by the news, I stagger onto the street. A truck roars out of nowhere, slamming into me and throwing me 16 feet across the road. When I open my eyes again, I had returned to the day I lost my arm.

After my husband's brother died, he took Miranda, his widowed sister-in-law in. He claimed that he would give me his love—but gave all his money to her. He said that since she had no official status, being with him would make her the subject of gossip, so he took her with him and left me behind in the countryside. Every month, he wrote me three love letters, yet sent all his allowance to her. During the famine, she and her two children sat in a warm little house eating well, while my two children died before I could return from selling my blood. One froze to death, the other starved to death. Later, my husband finally came back, but he didn’t shed a single tear for the children. Instead, he told me he wanted a divorce. "Nathalie, to apply for housing, we need a marriage certificate. It hasn’t been easy for Miranda all these years. I want to give her a home. Don’t worry, even if I marry her, I’ll still divorce her afterward—because you’re the only one I love." In the end, I was devastated and threw myself into the icy river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my children were about to die. This time, I shook them awake, ready to go reclaim everything that was rightfully mine.