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Fernando Rocha finalmente aceitou meu pedido de casamento. Ele fez questão de me lembrar para me vestir bem, dizendo que ele havia preparado uma surpresa especial para mim. Mas, quando cheguei deslumbrante ao local da cerimônia, não havia noivo no altar. Fernando virou-se para a minha meia-irmã, que estava ao lado dele, e sorriu: — Você sempre disse que casamentos são chatos e cheios de formalidades. Hoje, vou te mostrar como é um casamento divertido. O que acha? O mestre de cerimônias então anunciou, em voz alta: — O casamento está suspenso! O meu amigo de infância puxou o balão de água que já estava estrategicamente preparado acima da minha cabeça, estourando-o e me molhando da cabeça aos pés. Fernando arqueou as sobrancelhas, com um sorriso provocador, e disse: — Nilda, era só uma brincadeira. Você não achou mesmo que eu ia me casar com você, achou? Aquele casamento não passava de uma farsa, uma encenação planejada para animar a minha meia-irmã, que estava lutando contra uma depressão. Ao me ver em silêncio, Fernando continuou com o mesmo tom zombeteiro: — Se você está com tanta pressa para casar, escolha qualquer um dos convidados aqui e case com ele! Mas, quando eu realmente entrei de braços dados com um noivo para celebrar a cerimônia, eles ficaram atordoados.

“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties. I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears. I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar. “Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly. And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face. But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room. “How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared. ***** Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits. Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.

Terkadang terluka itu perlu. Agar kita bisa memahami pahitnya kehidupan, saat kita beranjak dewasa. Namun, luka itu terlalu menyakitkan. Sampai merubah sikap seseorang begitu drastis seperti, gadis berbulu mata lentik, alis sedikit tebal, hidung yang tidak begitu mancung, dan bibir tipis berwarna pink itu, berubah menjadi gadis yang pendiam. Tawanya kini telah menghilang. Rasanya dunia tidak pernah berpihak kepada dirinya. Namun, gadis itu lupa. Pada kenyataannya, semesta selalu punya cara untuk menyembuhkan luka itu. Sama hal—nya dengan kedatangan siswa baru yang sikapnya menyebalkan. Tapi, laki-laki itu selalu datang saat gadis itu membutuhkan bantuan. Gadis itu adalah Senja Putri Aira, yang selalu dibully tanpa sebab. Bahkan, pacarnya sendiri tidak berpihak kepadanya. Berbeda dengan siswa baru, Gafi—yang selalu berpihak pada gadis yang baru dia kenal. Namun, Senja selalu menolak kehadiran laki-laki tinggi itu. Bahkan, sahabat Senja juga sudah tidak percaya dengannya. Karena, kasus pencurian uang yang ternyata berada di dalam tas Senja. Semenjak kejadian itu, Senja kehilangan Asta—sahabatnya yang selalu berada di pihaknya. Membuat Senja semakin merasa terpojokkan. Hal yang membuat Senja kembali merasakan rasa sakitnya, saat kakak kelasnya—Ivan melecehkan gadis itu di koridor sekolah. Meskipun hanya sebatas disentuh. Tetap saja, itu bukanlah hal yang pantas untuk dilakukan. Siswa baru itu, mencoba mencari keberadaan Senja yang tidak berada di dalam kelas. Gafi mencoba menjadi teman bagi gadis itu, meskipun usahanya selalu gagal. Gadis itu hanya berharap, Aldi lah yang memberikan semangat kepada Senja. Nyatanya itu hanya angan-angan. Keluarga Senja juga tidak berada di pihaknya. Mungkin, karena kedua orang tuanya sudah berpisah. Mengakibatkan Senja kehilangan sosok ayah, yang selalu memberikan semangat untuk hidupnya. Namun, sudah lebih dari sepuluh tahun Senja tidak mengetahui keberadaan ayahnya. Senja juga berharap ia bisa menemui ayahnya suatu saat nanti. Dan kisah tentang 'Rahasia Senja' dimulai...

Malam ini adalah malam tahun baru, saat semua orang merayakan pergantian tahun, 2019 ke 2020. Namun di laut lepas, sekitar lima puluh kilometer dari pusat kota Metropolis, sebuah kapal nelayan kecil terombang-ambing di tengah badai dahsyat. Perahu kecil milik Norman Ferdian terangkat tinggi, dihantam gelombang hingga terbalik. Di atasnya ada dirinya dan putranya yang baru berusia empat belas tahun. Dua hari sebelumnya mereka berlayar menangkap ikan, berharap kembali tepat waktu untuk merayakan tahun baru, namun takdir berkata lain. Ketika Nathan tersadar, tubuhnya basah kuyup dan terasa berat. Ia terbaring di pasir dingin sebuah pantai asing. Di sampingnya terbujur kaku sosok ayahnya, Norman Ferdian. Tak lagi bernapas, tak lagi bergerak. Wajah Nathan memucat, tangannya gemetar memegang tubuh ayahnya. Tangisnya pecah, diiringi angin laut yang pekat. Di sekitar, ia melihat sebuah wilayah yang gelap, sunyi, liar, asing. Tidak ada tanda manusia, hanya ombak dan ranting patah dipukul angin. Ia tidak tahu di mana ia berada, dan ketidaktahuan itu membuatnya semakin takut. ... Lima tahun berlalu. Di lautan sekitar pulau terpencil itu, kapal nelayan perlahan mendekat. Asap tipis dari tengah pulau menarik perhatian mereka. Pulau itu dikenal sebagai pulau misterius yang berbahaya, katanya tidak berpenghuni, menyimpan banyak kisah orang hilang. Tiba-tiba seorang pemuda lusuh berlari menuruni bukit. Tubuhnya kurus namun berotot, pakaian compang-camping, rambut panjang dan janggut lebat, memegang busur sederhana. Ia menembakkan panah api ke tumpukan kayu kering, menyalakan api unggun besar sebagai sinyal bagi kapal. Para nelayan terkejut. Nathan menunjukkan kartu identitas ayahnya dan makam Norman di pinggir pantai. Mereka mengerti bocah ini bukan pembohong. Dengan hati berat, mereka mengajak Nathan naik kapal. Nathan menatap pulau itu, mata yang tidak lagi sama. Lima tahun di tempat ini bukan hanya membuatnya bertahan, tapi mengubahnya menjadi sesuatu yang berbeda. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi pada Nathan? Bagaimana ia bisa bertahan selama lima tahun di pulau liar itu?

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

Meu nome era Isabella Wright. No meu quinto ano de casamento com o Don de uma poderosa família da máfia, eu descobri que o amuleto que ele havia me dado era responsável por me causar dores de cabeça sempre que eu o usava. Eu descobri um pequeno sachê no interior do amuleto e decidi levá-lo ao Hospital Cursley. Após examiná-lo, o médico disse que nele havia um veneno de ação lenta, que além de causar mal ao corpo da vítima, a longo prazo causava infertilidade. Eu comecei a chorar e exclamei: — Isso não é possível! Foi Vincenzo Cursley quem me deu isso! Ele era meu marido e dono desse hospital! Com uma expressão confusa, o médico me olhou e disse: — Minha senhora, talvez você devesse dar uma passada na psiquiatria. Eu conhecia muito bem o Sr. Cursley e sua esposa, eles eram um casal muito próximo e nesse momento estavam na ala VIP, tomando conta do bebê que ela acabara de ter. Então, o doutor me mostrou uma foto em seu telefone. Vincenzo estava com seu terno preto habitual, aquele com o emblema da família Cursley bordado. Ele segurava um bebê nos braços e ao lado dele havia uma mulher... Uma mulher que eu conhecia muito bem: Claudia Henderson, aquela que Vincenzo dizia ser sua irmã adotiva.

“Shush” he cuts her off. “Raise up your skirt right now” “Master…” He cuts in again. “Raise up your skirt right now and don’t make me repeat myself” She took a deep breathe, this is not the first time he has punished her this way, It started a month ago. “Okay master” She raised up her uniform skirt and her white panties came to view, his eyes bulging out. He swallowed. “You’re beautiful, it’s like each time you raise that beautiful skirt of yours up, it’s my first. Come here, I want you to see yourself” he hold her by the hand and takes her to the mirror. “Look at yourself, you’re beautiful. Your legs are slender and you’ve got such a nice crutch” he admires her as she watches herself, her skirt still raised. He bent down and began to kiss her legs, kissing all the way up to her neck. He grabbed her ass from behind trailing kisses om her beck before one of his hand rested oh her boobs and the other went into her panties rubbing her clit and squeezing her full boobs hard. “I heard you’re a virgin too” he moaned as he nibbled her ear continuing his attack on her innocent body. “Are you done master?” She asked ready to run away and go confess her sinful thoughts and to put her body to punishment for wanting more. “Done? Oh honey, I’m just getting started with you” with that he released her boobs from the shackles of a bra and tore her shirt pressing her to the mirror, he breast on it waiting and screaming to be sucked. “What a lewd thought!” She quarrels herself. He dragged her pant up, seperating her pussy lips with it.

Just then, he pulled her closer to him and placed his hands softly on her waist. Belle’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He was taller than her and she loves a man who was taller than her. Ronnie’s brain reeled from sensory overload. Belle’s honeysuckle scent,her red velvet lips, shoved him to the brink. It had been a long time. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted her. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, he whispered in her ear with a soft voice; “Can i kiss you?” Belle was almost trembling but not because she was afraid. It was because she had waited for this moment and it was finally happening. She stared right back into his eyes and nodded in consent. Ronnie smiled at her softly. She could tell he was pleased by her approval. He pulled her closer again. This time, so his body was brushing against hers. Her boobs were touching his broad and chiseled chest. He could see her black bra through the dress she wore which showed off her cleavage. It drove him wild seeing them. She felt him nudging at her lower thighs. He felt really big she thought. He breathed deeply as he ran his hands through her hair and face. He softly held her chin up closer to his face so his lips could touch her soft moisturized lips and then he kissed her. Her lips felt so soft he couldn’t stop kissing them. She wondered if she had finally found the perfect guy to prove to her friends she’s a real lover girl and not a nonchalant girl who hates or doesn’t really care about love.

No dia do meu casamento, fui traída diante do altar. Ryder Conti, meu noivo e herdeiro da máfia, não apenas cancelou nosso casamento, ele entrou na igreja de braços dados com outra mulher. Atrás dos portões de ferro, ele olhou para mim com um meio sorriso e disse: — Emilia, os Conti precisam de um herdeiro. A Carmela está esperando um filho dos Rossi. Quando eu garantir meu lugar na Família com a ajuda deles, vou me divorciar dela. Você continuará sendo minha mulher. Todos achavam que eu esperaria. Que obedeceria. Afinal, eu havia passado dez anos amando aquele homem mais do que a mim mesma — rompi com minha família, sacrifiquei tudo por ele. Mas naquela mesma noite, embarquei num jatinho rumo à Sicília para aceitar um casamento arranjado com o Padrinho da família Vettori. E desapareci do mundo de Ryder Conti. Três anos depois, retornei a Nova York, ao lado do meu marido e do nosso filho, para acertar as contas com um traidor da Família. Voltei para resolver uma traição na Família. Zayn teve um imprevisto, então mandou um dos capangas dele me buscar. Só não esperava reencontrar o homem que um dia destruiu meu coração. Com aquele velho sorriso arrogante, Ryder disse: — Acabou a farra? Que bom que voltou. O filho da Carmela precisa de uma cozinheira. Pode começar hoje. Cozinheira? Eu sou a Donna mais temida do submundo, e ele ousa me chamar de cozinheira?

"NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER let anyone other than me see you in such little clothes. Have I made myself clear tesoro? " His husky voice dialed down by an octave as he spoke directly into my ear, making me shudder. His hand held firmly unto my hips as he pressed his bare chest against the thin covering of my black laced push up bra, forcing my back against the cold wall, goosebumps spread all over my olive skin. He steps back and I inhaled sharply, realising I hadn't been breathing. .・゜ Jasmine Scott; is a brown haired olive beauty, with a curvy body, slender waist and full chests. The epitome of beauty With a troubled childhood full of hell Jasmine is suffering currently with the burden of her parents choices, drowning in the abyss of her demons. Damon Blackwood; Is a self made billionaire, handsome, the most sought out bachelor in the whole New York city, drop dead gorgeous would best describe him. He is the sole owner to the Black's Empire, being only 27,Damon is not your ordinary billionaire. Whatever Damon Black desires, he gets. And the same goes for Jasmine Scott when he lays eyes on her for the first time, his desire and passion is directed to her and only her. With the demons threatening to come back to haunt Jasmine, will she be able to get rid of them? She can't deny the unmissable force that's pulling her to Damon, every single time things turn upside down whenever he's around, she looses her composure and becomes vulnerable. When a contract binds the two together for six months, what happens when their sparks fly? The sexual tension rises... Will Damon be a possible obstacle for Jasmine's freeedom? Or will their fiery passion ignite her dark skies?