Black Shadow With Red Eyes

WARNING: This book has strong erotica themes I had two goals for college, start afresh and forget the boy who broke me but on my first day, I grabbed a stranger's cock in a bar and the next morning, he walked into my classroom. As my professor. His name is Chance Black, tattooed, cold, and dangerous. He teaches literature like he owns the room. He looks at me like he already owns me. I should've stayed away. Instead, I begged him to ruin me. This is not just a love story, it's an obsession, it's sex, it's power and it's every dark thing you've ever wanted to feel.

Ophelia was rejected and framed by her mate, Eric, after she had stood by him to fight his way up and secure his position. She however lost her power which made her useless to Alpha Eric , she was framed with treason and banished from the pack, she thought life was all over until she was gifted another power, one that awakened her and comes with great responsibility. With her newly found strength she vows to rewrite her story and clear her name alongside her second chance mate.However this power threatens to devour her as it is not to be used to seek revenge, threatened to be devoured by her anger will she be able to get the justice she deserves?

Every werewolf in the Blood Shadow Pack knew one thing—Nicholas Pendle, their Alpha, loved his Luna more than anything. When I complained about the summer heat, he led his warriors to conquer the Blue Lake Pack, just to build me a private summer retreat. When I longed for romance, he lit the sky with fireworks and said, "Julie, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I will never betray you for as long as I live." He planted roses for me with his own hands, then stood before the entire pack and vowed that I was the only one he would ever love. He had my name carved into every corner of the pack, and he granted me equal power—his Luna, standing beside him as his equal. But just now, from his briefcase, something slipped out. A lace dress, one that wasn’t mine.

!R18+ Contains matured content. Viewers Discretion is advised.! "Do you, perhaps, have a wife or a fiance at home?" I inquired. He blinked at me once before he shook his head negatively. "Oh great! This is great." I mumbled and my eyes looked to his navy blue Armani Suit and with a nod, I added, "Your outfit is perfect as well." "Perfect for what?" He asked. "A wedding. We're getting married. Let's get married." "What?" ••• What would you do when, on your wedding day, you find your so-called fiance in his dressing room with his manhood buried deep in between another woman's thigh? Call off the wedding and leave, right? That's when you're free to make your own decisions though. It's not the same for Avery Roosevelt, the hidden heiress of The Roosevelts. This, however, is the sticky situation she finds herself in. Livid with anger, she grabs the first man in front of the hotel reception and proposes marriage to him. But when she finally discovers the man she had proposed marriage to was the CEO of the company her Family has been in rivalry with for ages? And when the secret behind her birth is revealed to the world? Would her husband stand by her or let her go? And when another secret is unveiled to the couple? A secret that depended on their future together. Would they drift apart or would love prevail? "Hubby, I slapped Eleanor Roosevelt for badmouthing you. Did I do wrong?" "Of course not. Let me see your wrist... Does it hurt you?" "Hubby, I cursed at the wife of your business partner for calling me a b*tch." "It's fine. I don't plan on working with them anyway." "Hubby..." •••

[1st Account in the Tale of Shadow's Enigma] Z doesn't sit well in a world where a shadow is manipulated. As someone who has no memory of her past, she can't summon her shadow like others used to. It's a fatal mistake that may as well cost her life. But she can't worry with the facing danger when she's the only one who sees their world becoming undone. The legend of Dark, the only Shadow Wielder able to control time, is resurfacing once again. With a mob of wielders going on a rampage and going missing here and there, Z is losing a battle that haven't even started yet. In her haste, she makes the first mistake of leading her only friend to his death. And commits the second one by signing a deal with Dark himself just so he can be resurrected. Dark sends Z in a prestigious school where she's been thought of as someone she doesn't know. And while she has to endure living a stolen life, listening to a brat's whining, being patient with a maniac's snide remarks, and taking in the dazzling cold stares of an enthralling man whose eyes are only set at her, will she allow the world to crumble in the hands of Dark any further? And sacrifice every wielder alive just for a single friend?

Pada dasarnya manusia hidup berdasarkan keyakinan masing-masing tak peduli apakah sesuai dengan moral dan agama. Sebuah tragedi yang berhasil mengubah sistem kehidupan manusia. Korupsi, penganiayaan, pemerkosaan, bahkan jual beli manusia merupakan hal lumrah yang bisa terjadi di mana saja. Dunia seperti lubang hitam yang mampu menarik siapa saja yang berada disekitarnya. Manusia hanya mampu memilih untuk menjadi 'licik atau naif'.

‎She rules the underworld like a game she never loses. ‎Isabella Marisol Reyes"La Veintiuna Negra" is ruthless, untouchable… until a kind-hearted mechanic crosses her path and becomes her only weakness. What starts as obsession turns into a love she doesn’t know how to handle—and a danger he may not survive. ‎When her past comes back for blood and war erupts, one choice will change everything: ‎keep him and destroy him… or lose him to save him. ‎

“You really think a chrome leash makes me yours?” Timothy’s voice was a jagged shard of glass, his pulse thrumming frantically against the cold metal of the Blackwell collar. Kan leaned in, the scent of expensive bourbon and gunpowder clinging to him. He captured Timothy’s chin, forcing those defiant lavender eyes to meet his own. “It doesn’t make you mine, little ghost. It just keeps you still long enough for me to show you why you’ll never want to leave.” Behind him, Gideon’s shadow fell over them both, heavy and suffocating. “Careful, Kan,” the enforcer rumbled, his knuckles still stained with the blood of the men who’d tried to stop them. “He’s a reaper. He doesn't want a home. He wants a body count.” One Ghost. Two Predators. No Escape. Timothy Gal is a shadow. A high-level operative for the Nash Rebellion, he’s spent his life as a nameless tool in the war-torn Sopttyi District. He doesn’t feel, he doesn’t miss, and he certainly doesn't belong to anyone. But when a routine surveillance mission in Saati Town goes south, he catches the eye of the two most dangerous men in the Blackwell Mafia. Gideon Blackwell is the muscle—a man of controlled violence and territorial hunger. Kan Nelblack is the mind—a predator with a silver tongue and a taste for absolute submission. They don’t just want Timothy’s secrets. They want his soul.

Warning: 18+ Mature Content "I just want your love" she whispered and before he could react she forcefully crushed her lips with his leaving him in a state of shock. He pushed her away by holding her by arms and glared at her. "I made it clear Ahana! I don't love you..." He shouted at her. His denial made her angry and snapped at him "you are denying because of that girl, I am hotter and bolder in bed than her.. " she said while exposing herself to him. He warned her "shut up Ahana! I won't give you the physical pleasure you need I won't cheat my wife" he turned and began to leave but stopped at his place when he heard something which shaken the floor underneath him. He turned and eyed the phone screen. She smirked and said "hell.. then get ready to get ruin" "You can't blackmail me" he almost pleaded with her but she smiled and looked at him with desire and lust. "maintain the physical relationship with me then!" she said leaving him in dilemma. His marriage, reputation, everything was at stake. A story of love, betrayal, and pain.

Word on the street in the city of Hereshire was that Roy Chester had a penchant for eighteen-year-old girls. Yet, Willow Croyton was twenty-one when they started dating, and she stuck by him for nearly three years. She was a well-known simp to Roy, her only merit being her docility and good behavior. Later, when Willow left, Roy was spotted multiple times near her apartment block, his eyes teary.