Black Kyber Crystal Lightsaber

There are three types of apples that fell into this world. The one that hit my head was the forbidden one. ************ In which an English country girl goes from being a waitress, to being the wife of the richest billionaire in London. “It is simple, all you have to do is get my husband into a hotel room, and you’ll get a hundred thousand pounds” she said looking the innocent girl in the eye, their eyes met and the girl cowered as she looked at the woman, processing what she was saying and how much she was offering. “You want me to seduce your husband?” The girl asked looking at the woman who stood above her head, like a predator threatening her prey. “No, all I want you to do is get him into a hotel room, leave the rest on me” she said looking at the girl who was shocked, her heart racing as she thought of what that woman was asking her to do. “Why would you want a girl to get your husband into a hotel room? And more importantly, why me?” “I need to get a divorce, and you need to stay away from my son. See, it’s a win, win, darling”

After my fated mate, Liam, postponed our marking ceremony for the ninety-ninth time, I saw him on the pack's evening news broadcast. He was with Clara at the Temple of the Moon Goddess, helping her choose precious moonstones. The look on his face was a gentle one I'd never seen before. My heart turned to ash. In my despair, I immediately accepted Alpha Fabian's courtship. He wooed me at his lavish estate, promising me the grandest marking ceremony of all. I started to believe the Moon Goddess had made a mistake, that Fabian was my true mate. Until I walked in on him in his study, plotting with a witch. On our marking night, he was going to steal my wolf soul and give it to Clara. And to make sure I could never interfere with Clara and Liam's bond, he planned to keep me his prisoner forever. I fled back to my room, sobbing uncontrollably. Then, with a trembling hand, I called the apothecary. "I need your strongest potion to end a pregnancy. As soon as possible."

Ma meilleure amie, Maya, est arrivée pour ma semaine d'enterrement de vie de jeune fille. Mes derniers jours de liberté. Elle a insisté pour qu'on fasse une soirée entre filles à la maison pour fêter ça, en commandant tous mes plats préférés. Elle m'a demandé de tenir son téléphone et d'attendre un instant. Puis l'écran s'est allumé. Un message d'un mec. Une photo torse nu. Le texte disait : « J'ai besoin de toi ce soir. » Une autre image est apparue aussitôt. Des sex-toys. Du matériel de bondage, tout droit sorti d'un film. Mon visage s'est embrasé. Mon cœur cognait violemment contre ma poitrine. Je venais de tomber par hasard sur sa vie secrète. Mais l'image suivante a glacé mon sang. Un gros plan sur le torse de l'homme. Une cicatrice irrégulière, profondément marquée. Je la connaissais mieux que mon propre reflet. Elle appartenait à mon fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

"I want the entire show" he said, looking her in the eye. "I beg your pardon?" She asked, frowning in confusion, straightening on her chair. "I want the entire fucking show, get your information from me, talk to me, seduce me, sleep with me if you have to. I want to see how you work" he said, crossing his arms over his chest "only then would I decide whether or not to keep you in the job" *********************** When Aurora is assigned to work for her Don and Alpha's son, complications happen. The new Capo Dei Capi, Alpha Dante puts her up for a challenge. She is to impress HIM and get the information that she and his father were looking for.

“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…

After sixty-six months of waiting,on the day of our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Asher, rejected me. He held his first love, Cora, in his arms, his gaze on me cold and cruel. "Cora is already carrying my pup," he said, his voice void of any warmth. "I am rejecting you. Once the pup is born and its place in the pack is secure, we can still be mates." He added, a cruel smirk on his face, "Besides, being my mate is the greatest honor an Omega like you could ever hope for." Everyone expected me to endure the humiliation, to wait quietly for Asher to come back and finally accept me. But that very night, I followed the Moon Goddess's guidance and left for good. Five years later, I returned to my old home. My mate Ronan called away on urgent business. So he had no choice but to arrange for a local Alpha to greet me. I never expected it would be him: my ex-mate, Alpha Asher. Exhausted from the long journey and weary from my pregnancy, I was met with mockery. With Cora on his arm, he sneered at my plain clothes, telling me I was nothing without him. "Seeing as you've hit rock bottom and look like some pathetic rogue, I suppose we can be generous enough to take you in. Our pup could use a healer." I just laughed coldly and refused. He has no idea — I’m now the Luna Queen to the Alpha King. His entire pack existed only at my mercy.

“I, Lia Volkov, reject you…” “You’re being serious right now?” He asked, stopping her. “Do I look like I’m joking?” She asked, her eyes hardening. “I am going to reject you… and you, Alpha, are going to accept it…” *********************************** Marcel was bred to be a weapon. A fighter. An executioner. The Alpha sent where rogues needed to be destroyed. He never questioned it. Rogues were chaos. A stain on wolfkind. They were not to be protected, only eliminated. And he would never mate one. Until his wolf chose her. She is everything he was meant to end. A rogue with no pack, no protection, and no place in his world. The bond ignites against his will, only for her to be the one to reject… But as the line between hunter and protector is shattered. Because their kind wants her dead. The rogues want her claimed. And Marcel’s wolf will no longer be silenced. She was never meant to survive him. Yet she may be the one thing that brings him to his knees.

“Why does my body still ache for my own uncle? I thought the crush died years ago!” ************************** At twenty, Meghan thought her teenage crush on her hot uncle was dead. Then she became his live-in caregiver in his remote mountain mansion. Discovering his unpublished erotica starring HER changes everything. Blind or not, he's about to claim what's always been his... in the dirtiest ways imaginable. But dark family lies and jealous villains threaten to destroy their twisted paradise…

“I want a divorce.” The room stilled. “Excuse me?” His voice was silk wrapped around steel. “What did you just say?” “You heard me.” I said, getting up from the bed, holding the sheets tightly around my body as I walked towards the dresser. I opened the drawer and pulled out the divorce paper, handing it to him. His eyes darkened. “I want a divorce…” ******************* Be with perfect Luna, they said. Be the lover. The wife. The friend… But what happens when a Luna no longer wants to be? It is a challenge, an outbreak, and a direct offense to the order. And Alpha Xavier… well, he was never known to like rules being broken… Unless it was him breaking them.

Meine beste Freundin Maya war aus Miami eingeflogen – für meine Junggesellinnenwoche. Meine letzten Tage in Freiheit. Sie bestand auf einem Mädelsabend zu Hause, bestellte all mein Lieblings-Takeout. Dann bat sie mich, kurz ihr Handy zu halten und zu warten. Plötzlich leuchtete das Display auf. Eine Nachricht von irgendeinem Typen. Ein oberkörperfreies Foto. Text: Ich brauche dich heute Nacht. Ein weiteres Bild vibrierte herein. Sexspielzeug. Bondage-Ausrüstung – wie direkt aus einem Film. Mir brannte das Gesicht. Mein Herz hämmerte gegen die Rippen. Ich stürzte gerade in ihr geheimes Leben. Doch das nächste Bild ließ mir das Blut in den Adern gefrieren. Eine Nahaufnahme der Brust des Mannes. Eine gezackte Narbe – vertrauter als mein eigenes Spiegelbild. Sie gehörte meinem Verlobten. Luciano Carbone.