Body Anatomy Drawing

[ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs - ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ] Emily Willows longs for passion, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones. If only her oblivious, dreaming neighbour can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth- But no, he would not. He could not. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever. And that's why it becomes extremely challenging for her when he asks her the biggest favour he could ever ask. The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own. The one she was sure to lose herself to. The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to. But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the same. Oh, dammit, all to hell. ~ritikablush.Copyright StarryRitika 2020

~BOOK TWO OF LOVING MY REJECTED LUNA~ “Just let me worship you as much as I worship your body".. ~ Levi Medici hadn't known what he had gotten himself into when he saved Karla. He wasn't one to ignore a damsel in distress but there was something about her that drew him in at first glance. He wanted to protect her, that was all he wanted but falling for her wasn't a very difficult task but they couldn't be together with the forces that were against their relationship. They both had messed up lives and being together would be a disaster waiting to happen but anytime he stared into her hazel eyes, everything except them faded away. Were they both going to take up the chance and fight for what they had or give up and let the forces win? What happens when the consequences of them being together becomes fatal?

Amelie Never thought that her life could get any worse until she was drugged and sent to the bed of the world's richest man by her conniving stepsister and stepmother. Zacharie LaCroix is the world’s richest man. He has everything that could make a man envious and make women drool. Yet rarely did they know that Zacharie had secretly suffered from a strange illness for years, which leaves him with numerous strange scars all over his body when he has a relapse. All that changes after a steamy night with Amelie. Amelie seemed to be the cure for his strange illness. However, Zacharie didn't notice that at that moment. He walked away from the room without bothering to inquire about her name, leaving her stepmother and stepsister a chance to get rid of her. They tossed her body off a bridge in the middle of the night, believing that they had won... But Eight years later, Amelie returns with two cute babies and she wants nothing more than revenge.

His hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her face up to him to look into his angry eyes. "Tell me where the fuck is he?" He growled, making her shudder in fear. "Tell me now!" "I..I..won't..." she whimpered due to a sharp pain shot through her skull. He grabbed his pistol and pressed it right on her temple, snarling, "Are you going to tell me or you wish for death?!" "I want to die…" she cried out. Anger roared through him, he pressed the gun in her temple wanting nothing more than to kill that bitch right that moment but something snapped inside him when his eyes fell on her body, and a cruel smile curved his lips. "Not before getting a taste of you!"

His hands gently pressed on her waist, caging her and drawing her closer. He brushed her lips softly with his parted ones. She leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against him, the man who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time. "Even if you were the only woman left in this world, I would never accept you as my mate." Blaze's eyes grew darker under the lighting, making Lilith squirm under his intense gaze. Lilith Venerelli is the daughter of the head warriors of the Blood Moon pack. The perfect rank, and perfect wolf, Lilith has her whole life planned, and mating with her boyfriend during the mating season would be the cherry on top. The day she turns eighteen, her world crumbles when she learns that she is no longer a warrior but a sigma, deemed the lowest of the pack. Alpha Blaze Westbrook is the future alpha of the Blood Moon pack. He always dreams of having the strongest she-wolf as his mate. His hope shatters when he finds that his mate is none other than the pack's sigma. Torn between the pack's principles and the mate pull, he is forced to disregard his mate. Will he be able to fight against the mate pull, or will he fight against his pack's principles and accept the pack's sigma as his mate?

“There will be no escape for you, Regina. You belong to me now; heart, body and soul. Mine to do with as I please.” Draco’s eyes were ablaze with deadly desire. I smirked in the face of death. “Good luck with that.” ** Regina Milanesi has never backed down from a challenge no matter who stood in her way. She’s risen from her ashes and is now on her way to becoming the most ruthless woman to take the criminal underworld by surprise. But in doing so, she’s garnered the attention of Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo, the Capo dei Capi, the most ruthless and heartless man in the underworld. She loathes him with a vehemence that can only be matched with her desire to claim and be claimed by him. But her addiction to Draco just might be the beginning of her downfall, like a moth drawn to the flames…or the start of a love story written in blood.

WARNING: This book is dripping in sin. It contains unapologetically explicit smut—raw, steamy, and wildly taboo. If you're not into filthy fantasies, solo indulgence, beast x human, wolf x wolf or human heat, dominant billionaire bosses, fae seductions, or lust-fueled encounters with no strings attached, turn back now. But if you're craving a no-holds-barred ride through 170 explosive, pulse-pounding steamiest stories that will leave your body aching and your imagination on fire, welcome, my daring guest. Everything here is pure fantasy, purely mine. Read at your own risk... of intense arousal.

Horror stories originate from somewhere. Whether from eyewitness accounts or from survivors' tales, they come from somewhere. And while all of us grow up with the folklore, how many of us genuinely believe that werewolves and vampires prowl through the night, taking what they want. I will admit I didn't believe the tales. I thought werewolves and vampires were nothing more than make-believe. Scary stories meant to keep kids in line. That is until a monster ripped me from my warm and sold me to the highest bidder. Where nightmares and horror stories become true is where my story begins. Can I ever be free again, or will the beasts rule my body and soul forever. TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!

Due to a conspiracy, she was forced to marry on behalf of her sister, the groom being the third son from the top-tier Windsor family. Rumors had it that Oliver was weak and sickly with an ugly appearance. However, who is this man in front of her who is so handsome that people are envious, and has a body comparable to a male model?! A subordinate reported, 'Mr.Windsor, your wife has been set up by the investors.' Oliver replied, 'Trace the funds, retaliate!' The subordinate reported again, 'Oliver, netizens are pairing your wife with a male model.' Oliver went into Natalie Watson's live broadcast room and started sending spaceship gifts like crazy, 'Sweetie, call me Darling!' Natalie Watson thought this marriage was a prison, yet he doted on her until she was in heaven. From then on, her cheating ex-boyfriend and trashy sister have to respectfully call her Aunt!"

Love For The Wicked Book Four. Hot. Gorgeous. Feisty. Those were my first thoughts when I saw Benny Martinelli. Mine. The word flashed in my brain like a neon sign. That body, those piercing green eyes - even clouded with tears - drove me wild. Her mere presence sent my mind on a tailspin of indecent musing. If we were under normal circumstances, I would’ve owned her right then and there. But we were not. She was the Big boss’s long-lost daughter and Bossman’s kid sister. She was off limits, a demilitarized zone. Problem is, Bossman assigned me to protect her from her psycho ex-fiance. And the even bigger problem is, the more time I spend with her, the drive to make her mine grows deeper, overshadowing the mission given to me. I knew not to give in to my desire to touch her; I was smarter than that. Or I thought I was.