Bare Skin Artinya

Pulau Kambangan darah adalah penjara khusus aliansi yang diberi julukan sebagai pulau eksekusi, karena semenjak penjara ini didirikan 13 tahun lalu tidak ada satupun tahanan yang bisa keluar dari penjara ini bahkan jika tahanan itu sudah menyelesaikan masa hukumannya, hal itu terjadi karena raja pulau atau kepala penjara menerapkan aturan yang boleh keluar adalah orang yang mengalahkannya atau menjadi raja pulau yang baru. Dimana artinya satu-satunya cara untuk keluar dari pulau ini adalah dengan mengalahkan kepala penjara dan menjadi penguasa pulau yang baru, karena dengan menjadi raja pulau yang baru maka aturan raja pulau sebelumnya bisa diubah. Mampukah Derrick Ran sebagai tahanan baru menjadi penguasa pulau yang baru dan merubah aturan lama? Ikuti kisahnya hanya di novel ini.

Xavier is a Jack of all trades in the hunters' circle. He is the strongest of all the strongest. He can kill you with his bare hands. He's well known yet at the same time unknown. He's still eighteen, yet he can scare a group of grown men. He disguised himself as a bland teenager so no one could acknowledge him. His presence. He is Xavier the back death, Hunter who is feared by all. And when David Gibson was sent on another mission to a town ruled by werewolves, the least he was expecting was? A mate. Not to mention his mate is an Alpha.

“You want this,” Leo murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the nape of my neck. His face hovered dangerously close to mine, so close that I forgot how to breathe. A gasp escaped me when he pushed my dress higher, exposing my thighs as his hands settled between them. I turned my head away, trying to escape the intensity of his gaze, the way it seemed to see straight through me. “Your body says otherwise,” he said softly. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a path of heat behind until they reached my bare chest. The sensation sent a sharp shiver down my spine. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as I inhaled sharply. I tried to speak, but the words refused to come. He had that effect on me. When his tongue brushed and sucked on my nipple, a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. “You’re trembling,” he whispered against my skin. I shouldn’t be here. I should stay away from this man. But he had already worked his way into my thoughts, invading them every single day. My body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. It was supposed to be one night. I swallowed, forcing the words out as his fingers rubbed my core, making me arch forward instinctively against him. “I don’t want you.” “Interesting,” Leo said lazily, his finger hooking lightly against the strap of my thong. “Because you’re still here.” My eyes fluttered closed as a wave of sensation rushed through me. I was lying, and he knew it. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Leo,” I whispered. He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. “Give me one good reason, and I’ll stop.” “Because… you’re my best friend’s fiancé.”

Claire fell in love with a vampire, named Jacob. But Jacob can't be mended during the day because he has a different skin type. But thanks to Claire because she studies the skin of Jacob. Claire wanted to be with him not just by night but every day. However, Jacob died accidentally. Furious and depressed, Claire took her own life. After all, the vampire wasn't really dead. So, Claire made a contract with the soul reaper to talk and to see Jacob again. However, the soul reaper tricks her. She had been reincarnated, but she forgot who she was. Is she having the ability to return to Jacob? Or is she going to be trapped in a body that doesn't remember anything?

🔞 WARNING: STRICTLY RATED 18!!!🔞 Lorenzo pulled my hair back as I moaned aloud, the harmonic sound of my moan and the sound of our skin slapping reverberating through the room. He pounded into me roughly, his cock thrusting in and out, sending waves of pleasurable pain across my arched back. I quivered under his electrifying touch, my heart racing in my ribcage. Skin on skin, flash against flesh, I felt an uncontrollable desire as my soul stirred. I bit down a moan, a curse escaping my throat as he spanked my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, stars spinning around me. "Fuck, Lavender!" He whispered in satisfaction as he pumped his load into me, pulling his inches out. ~ An Angel and The Devil. Beauty and The Beast. A Damsel In Distress With No Prince Charming. That was where it began, a passionate one night stand that tangled their destinies. She is ready to serve him and be his ride or die, for no reason but to carry out the assignment entrusted to her to destroy him. But what happens when the lines between lust and duty starts to fade?

Cinta sepihak, cinta yang jujur, cinta yang panas. Wanita penulis bernama Jenny sudah merasakan hampir semua rasa yang orang sebut cinta. Dan dia tak percaya begitu saja. Bahkan jika dia mau mendeskripsikan apa itu cinta, hal itu tak jauh dari penyerahan total di atas ranjang dan berapa ronde yang bisa dilalui saat kedua tubuh bersatu. Dan Ralp datang. Pria bugar yang bagai dewa kesuburan di jaman modern. Di terlalu tangkas untuk ditolak, tapi terlalu berbahaya untuk diraih, terlebih saat Jenny menemukan sekantung darah yang tak lazim ada di dalam tasnya. Siapa Ralp? Mengapa dia menggairahkan dan berbahaya. Satu lagi. Apa Jenny harus menghindarinya? Itu artinya dia harus mengganti nama dan kependudukannya yang tentu saja tak mungkin dia lakukan mengingat Jenny hanya penulis amatir dalam sebuah situs dewasa.

“I, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita, reject you, wolf huntress Valerie Morozov, as my mate and Luna.” He said, glaring at the woman, his mate, as she lay bare on the bed that they shared the other night. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.” ************************ Rejected, torn, pregnant, and angry. But when a wolf turns up in her infirmary, injured, beaten, and shot, Valerie is surprised that it is no other than the Alpha, her family’s sworn enemy, who rejected her. None other than Alpha Alessandro…

Vincent Hastings, the ruthless Billionaire and the most fearful Mafia King in New York. He is the boss, he can get everything that he wants whether he does it with bare hands or by force. Just like how he forced Sophie Laurens, youngest daughter of Albert Laurens, one of the richest men in New York who had an agreement with Vincent to have one of his daughters marry him. He willingly offered his youngest one, not minding what the consequences are, not minding what Sophie's future might look like. Will Sophie be able to change the ruthless mafia boss? Or will she just escape from him?

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

After Caesar Shepherd went overseas with his lover, Florence Lane, about a month passed with no news about Ivy Rivers. Only then did Caesar realize something was wrong. When he had time, he gave his secretary, Morgan, a call. "How's the wound on Ivy's leg? Is she still angry at me for taking her skin for Florence's skin graft?" The opposite side of the line was quiet for a long time. Then, Morgan said softly, "Ms. Rivers was discharged from the hospital and left the residence a month ago." Caesar finally remembered Ivy's eyes full of despair and determination on the day he protected Florence in his arms when the hotel collapsed. That wasn't sorrow. No. That was goodbye.