Black Noir Homelander Clone

Natalie Margaretha Cole had never imagined that her life would change in a single night—the night she gave everything to a man who would later destroy her. Marrying Cristian Cooper, a cold-faced and powerful billionaire, initially felt like destiny. However, the love she offered with sincerity was repaid with the cruelest humiliation. When Natalie discovered that she was pregnant, she believed it was her last hope—that the child would soften Cristian’s heart. She was wrong. To that man, Natalie was nothing more than a tool, a womb to produce an heir, not a wife to be loved. That betrayal shattered Natalie to her core. So she chose to leave, disappearing without a trace, carrying her wounds and the greatest secret of her life. Years later, Natalie returned as someone completely different. She was now a respected genius doctor, elegant, calm, and lethal in her intelligence. The past no longer controlled her—she was the one in control now. Ironically, Cristian Cooper, who had once rejected her, now stood before her filled with regret. When love, vengeance, and secrets from the past collide, will Natalie give a second chance… or choose to repay the pain she once endured?

“One year. Be mine” He said, his breath hot against my skin I should have refused, I should have said no and walked away but he made an offer. 90 million dollars for one year. I needed it to save my sister so I said yes. He was the devil CEO of the town and I was nothing but his event planner. He needed a wife for a year and I needed the money. The rules? There was just one. Don't fall in love.

Feeling betrayed by her lover, Thabita Salton left without a word, making Billy Harvey—the man known as the richest person in the capital—feel that he had been toyed with. Using all the connections he possessed, Billy tried to find his lover, but there were never any results. Five years later, Thabita returned with a new identity. She was Vivian Wheeler, known as a master designer. She was no longer the ugly woman who weighed 95 kilograms. Unfortunately, Vivian’s latest project was collaborating with one of Billy’s companies. How will the story continue? Will Billy realize that the beautiful designer is his former ugly lover?

Explicit Romance | BDSM Themes | Read With Headphones and Holy Water right beside you.🔞‼️⚠️ (This begins heavily from chapter 40.) ***** Rhydian’s middle finger plunged deep into my slick core. “Rimming you feels so good, little Wolf?” I writhed, my core clenching around his finger, craving more. “Your scent… one of a kind.” Astarian growled, slowly adding his finger. My head fell off the mattress’ edge, eyes locking onto the opposite mirror. My toes curled, leaving me trembling as ecstasy built inside me from the penetration of both fingers. “As… Asta—” My voice trembled. “Walls have ears in the palace.” Tavian groaned, easing his cock into my mouth with sweat smearing the skin. “You’re our little slut.” ~~~~~ Twenty years ago, the three Alpha kings slaughtered my Omega clan. But the Moon Goddess cursed their unborn sons by binding them to a single fated mate they were to claim before their twentieth birthday, or die. I am that mate. But— Rhydian Frost despises me on sight, even as the bond screams at him to get closer. Tavian Ashborne seduces me like it is a game, not realizing I am the one playing him. Astarian Grey offers devotion that could break my carefully guarded heart. I have powers they do not know Omegas possess—I can make them beg, take their forms, and bring alphas to their knees. My plan was perfect until the mate bond made it complicated—the three of them are my mates. The closer I get to revenge, the harder it becomes to remember why I need it. Because intimacy is a weapon that cuts both ways, and destroying their fathers might mean destroying myself and the young alphas. This is an Omega’s reckoning.

My best friend is a death angel named Faro, and my father works for the devil. I am an incubus demon who has a talking cat named Samson, who happens to be a cursed wizard stuck to live his life as a black cat, an annoying companion who sheds entirely too much. Being an incubus I survived solely on the pleasures of the flesh. I was Dipping my dick into a different woman almost every night for the past hundred years. Whether paid for or brought home to my penthouse from the local watering hole I had company quite frequently to feed my hunger. Cursed to earth I had unlimited wealth and countless numbers of females to recharge me at whim. My punishment from Lucifer wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't until a wisp of a female brought me to my knees. Could I fall in love, for real? It was inconceivable even though I was named for it; it was the furthest from who and what I was. I was, at the very least, an uncaring prick. Could someone like me know what love was and did I want to know? That's the real question I asked myself. This is my story of how my demon heart started to beat after centuries of being a cold obsidian stone by a young redheaded female with unique secrets of her own. Could she love me enough to walk through the fires of hell for me? This is her story...

Fais attention à toi Alyssa... Rien n'est complètement blanc ou noir dans la vie...Certains secrets pourront te détruire, t'anéantir, te donner envie de tout abandonner mais tu devras te relever. Ne te brûle pas les ailes...

Being a chosen mate of Vincent Northgrey, the sole heir to the Winterhide Pack, meant that Iona had to leave her hometown--the Black Manes Pack. All preparations for Iona and Vincent's mating ceremony were complete. They only have to wait for Vincent to return from the hunt. However, besides bringing the catch, Vincent returned with a girl who was his fated mate. The day before her mating ceremony, Iona lost everything. So why is she now trapped in a mating cabin with a man she didn't know?

"Stop," he said huskily. "Turn around." Something in his voice made her obey. His was a voice used to commanding, used to getting him his own way. Usually she hated being spoken to that way, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to obey every command he gave to bring the evening to its logical, inevitable and very satisfying conclusion. She turned, slowly, giving him full view of her butt and the cotton thong slicing her cheeks in half. Aware of his black eyes on her, she did something she'd never done for any man. She swayed to a rhythm in her head. With her back facing him, Abbey ran her hands down her waist, round her gyrating hips and placed one on each cheek. She let them explore across her skin, enjoying the way she felt and knowing he wanted to do the same. She glanced over her shoulder, cheekily giving him a view of her breasts and behind at the same time. His face was distorted with desire as he stood, mesmerized. She turned to face him fully. "I want you," he whispered. ………………………………………………. A cheating husband. A hidden camera. A desperate woman in too little clothing. Abbey thinks she’s prepared to seduce Damien Vane for a paycheck—until his hands, his voice, and his body turn the assignment into something wickedly irresistible. One night was supposed to fix her life… not set it on fire.

Mourning the death of his fiancée in an explosion that was meant for him, Damien discovers that he has a child with his ex-girlfriend Lauren who had broken up with him and married their childhood friend, Nathan. He goes back to his hometown to search for answers and bumps into Lauren in his parent’s home. She accuses him of breaking up with her and refuses to let him take their child. In search of the truth Damien discovers that Nathan had cloned him and used his clone to break up with Lauren so he could get married to her. Will Lauren believe all that Damien is about to reveal or will she shatter Damien’s dream of having a complete family with her?

« Quelques instants suspendus dans le temps, quelques instants durant lesquels elle veut croire que tout est encore possible, mais elle voit l’avion s’éloigner sans qu’il l’ait rejointe. Un cri strident déchire le silence, son propre cri sans doute, puis le noir. Le noir absolu. Combien de temps est-elle restée allongée là, en plein soleil, abandonnée de tous ? »