Bio Nerve Untuk Stroke

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

Have you seen anyone die in front of you? No? Well, I have, more times than I can count. I seem to have a morbid attraction to . Maybe it's like a superpower or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly the Crimson curse, as I like to call it. You would think that doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until a week ago. I guess seeing your parents get murdered in front of your eyes and seeing their blood and life slowly drain out of their body isn't the same as seeing your neighbour die from a heart attack when you were 9.One more thing you should know about me is that I can make you sleep with one touch. My parents both were doctors and put their abilities to best use. My father could heal everyone other than himself and my mother like myself could drop a person to sleep with just one stroke of the hand.Now I am off to Aliam academy for mastering my supernatural ability, apparently for which my mother enrolled me before dyeing. Well, looking at the bright side, there is one boy with violet-blue eyes and curly black hair and I am falling head over heels for him.

I was Rebecca, mate to Gavin Clarke, Alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Gavin was a once-in-a-century business genius, his trade networks expanding across a dozen northern packs, making his pack a successful business empire. He'd claimed me for four years. We stood together, awaiting our bonding ceremony... until his childhood sweetheart Vivian returned. The moment I saw them reunite, the truth shattered me: What I'd believed was love had only ever been my own delusion. His eyes held only her. I'd just been... convenient. At least he'd never marked me. No mate bond, just cold paperwork from the Pack Council. That made things simpler. So I crafted my revenge—disguised the Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement as a routine university permission slip. When his pen touched that paper, our bond dissolved in the stroke of an inkwell. He never realized what he'd truly lost that day: Not just a mate. But the future heir to the Ironpelt legacy. Now he hunts me across continents. Is it love? Or the pup? Or just an alpha's pride, burning because I made him dissolve the mate bond without even realizing he'd been outplayed?

“I'm going to come!” I mustered. “Don't come till I tell you to,” he breathed out his order. I strained to hold the feeling, but he slammed into me two more times and I felt my core tighten, my balls shrunk and a sensation scurried along the tip of my cock, the thick ropes spewing. "What did I say?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a chill down my spine. He pulled out abruptly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. My body trembled, every nerve frayed. He moved to the drawer, my chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as he pulled out a nipple clamp, a whip, and a thick dildo. I swallowed hard. A slow, wicked chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Oh, love,” he murmured, dragging the leather whip along my sensitive, overstimulated skin. "We’re just getting started.” Oliver’s life as a sex worker was about to come to an end, until he met the Billionaire with a kinky taste that changed his life. He soon discovers that the company he got accepted to as an intern is run by the same man, Benjamin and he is plunged into a secret office romance where he becomes Benjamin’s play thing. In this gripping tale of sex, desire and romance, haunting characters from Benjamin’s past reveal themselves and Oliver finds himself entwined in a world of deception, betrayal...and dangerous emotions that threatens his love for Benjamin.

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

Dante Russo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And when the President of the United States has the nerve to double-cross him, Dante doesn't go for blood—he goes for the man's heart. By kidnapping his son. Marco Powell never asked to be part of his father's shadowy world of corruption and backroom deals. But when masked assailants drag him from a glittering Washington soiree and into the ruthless grasp of Dante Russo, Marco's existence is distilled to the final bargaining chip. Kidnapped. Held captive. Compelled to kneel at the feet of Italy's most lethal man. Dante Russo doesn't just want ransom—he wants humiliation. He wants the President to hurt. And to make the whole world feel it, Dante does the unthinkable: he marries Marco in a ceremony as legal as it is lethal. An altar of a wedding shrouded in blood. A kiss meant to destroy. A war between two men who should hate each other but can't keep their hands off each other. Marco is everything Dante isn't used to. sarcastic, idealistic, infuriatingly beautiful and Dante is everything Marco should fear: fire, danger, sin, and temptation in a designer suit. Their arranged marriage sparks a deadly obsession. Every touch is a battle. Every kiss is war on their lips. And every night, Marco has to ask himself the question he fears most Does he hate Dante enough to fight him? Or does he want him badly enough to burn? Because in this game, seduction and revenge ignite and the line between love and hate doesn't just blur. It burns.

Si Xyla Lopez ay isa sa mga dalaga na sa murang edad kaliwa't kanan ang partime jobs upang masupportahan ang kanyang sarili at pamilya. Nag-aaral sa umaga at trabahante naman s'ya sa gabi, wala kasi s'yang aasahan kundi ang sarili n'ya lang, na stroke na ang kanyang ama at may kapatid pa s'yang pinag-aaral. Sa isa sa mga partime jobs ng dalaga—nakilala n'ya ang bilyonaryong si Elezear Monterroyo na nagmamay-ari ng Imperial Motors, inofferan siya nito ng malaking halaga na hindi n'ya matatanggihan—ang maging yaya s'ya ng anak nito na Gavin ang pangalan na minsan n'ya na 'ding iniligtas. Naisip ni Xyla na walang masama kung magiging yaya s'ya ng anak ng bilyonaryo dahil ang pinaka-importante sa kanya ang incentives na makukuha n'ya mula dito—mapapacheck-up n'ya na buwan-buwan ang kanyang ama at makakabayad ng tuition ng nakababatang kapatid. Maiiba nga ba buhay ni Xyla sa piling ng mag-amang Elezear at Gavin o dito n'ya matutuklasan ang mga sikretong nakakubli?

My junior accidentally broke the most expensive piece of equipment in the lab and asked me to help fix it. I had just started touching the instrument when she suddenly stepped back, tears brimming, and said, "Michelle, I can't take responsibility for this. I really can't afford it." Before I could even process her words, Nicky Hardy—the unattainable crush I had chased for three years—rushed in and shielded her behind him. Then he turned to me with a glare that could freeze fire. "Michelle, don't go too far. You can't expect her to take the fall for you." I stared at him, dumbfounded. "You know full well I was shoved into this research group. I don't understand any of this stuff. How could I do the experiments on my own?" His eyes grew colder, dripping with disdain. "I've been saying it—what can a nepo baby actually accomplish? And now the equipment's ruined, and you still have the nerve to push the blame onto Elizabeth?" I opened my mouth to argue, but then I caught a flicker of triumph across Elizabeth Horwitz's face in Nicky's arms. That was when it clicked. They only knew I got in through connections—they had no idea I'd financed this very equipment myself. They wanted to play their petty power games over a piece of lab equipment worth over ten million? Interesting.

WARNING: ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES (18+) "If you want to discover parts of yourself that you never dreamed of, if you want to feel pleasure and pain dance together in ways you didn't know was possible, I will give it all to you on a silver platter. I will accept your gift of submission, and gift you with my dominance in return." He is a dominant. She is a submissive. He craves control. She wants to loose control. Seems like a perfect pair? Anna has always had a craving for something beyond what her boyfriend, Nick could offer her. She keeps her life neat and tidy which seems to be picture perfect. So why does she feel the desire to let loose and give into her deepest darkest fantasies when she met the dark side of Will? Will doesn't do romance. He does sex, excitement, passion and moves on once the thrill dies down. So, why does the little woman named Anna gets his every nerve on fire and why does it feel like it's never going to fade away? When Anna is sexually frustrated because of her long time boyfriend, Nick, she turns to her boyfriend's dominant father, Will. What happens when Will asks Anna to move in with him and be his 24*7 sub? When feelings get involved and danger surrounds them, how will they survive with their newfound chemistry? Their story unfolds with exciting experiences and kinky activities.

Everyone thinks Jimmy Hudson, my college roommate, is the typical brutally honest and socially clueless guy who just has zero filter sometimes. A friend and I meet up to go boxing and practice our hooks, but he calls it a hookup when texting the group chat about it. He even nonchalantly says he won't be deleting his message. When I meet my boxing buddy, he says I'm meeting my hookup buddy. He even has the nerve to say, "It's just a joke. Don't be overly sensitive and read so much into it." Thanks to a few more of his dirty tricks, my reputation is ruined, and the entire class ostracizes me. But Jimmy doesn't stop there. He slips sleeping pills into my drink, which leads me to miss an exam. Later, he claims it was just a careless mistake and blames it on his scatterbrained tendencies. Eventually, he dumps crushed cherry pits into my water bottle, which ends up poisoning me to death. This all happened because our campus belle, whom he has a crush on, helped me with my luggage on our first day on campus. All of a sudden, my eyes open again. I've returned to the first day of my freshman year at college. This time, I'm going to let Jimmy get a taste of what it's like to have his life ruined with a helping of some social cluelessness of my own.