Bradley Cooper Pissed Himself

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees. His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body. *** I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive. When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events. And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead. Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack? Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village. But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse. From the author of The Alpha King’s Breeder

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * “Stand up and bend over the bench.” I comply with his orders. “Are you yearning for me, Wifey?” “Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me.” “But do you deserve it?” He taps his hardness on my wetness. “Just f**k me, Steve.” “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little this time. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good.” He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. “You’re my wife.” He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. “You belong to me”

His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. “This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?” The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. ______________________________ I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? Read to find out.

"You either walk away now," Aiden said, his voice sharp and cutting, "or you stay and deal with the consequences." Tristan's chest tightened as he met Aiden's gaze, the challenge blazing in his dark eyes. Every instinct told him to run, to leave before things spiraled out of control, but his feet wouldn’t move. “What’s it gonna be, Tristan?” Aiden’s voice was low, almost taunting. “Because if you stay, there’s no turning back. You won’t just be here. You'll be mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought... mine!" ...... Even before they became stepbrothers, Aiden and Tristan had never been on good terms, not since high school. Tristan couldn’t have imagined that the arrogant guy he despised—the same one he hated with passion—would one day become his stepbrother, a fact he refused to acknowledge. But after a drunken night led to an accidental , something shifted in Aiden. He began to see Tristan differently, from an angle far removed from brotherhood. It enraged him. He fought to keep hating him, to remind himself how wrong it was. Yet, the harder he tried, the more he missed him. The more he wanted him.

In a world where rejection in not an option, Geneva faces a heartbreaking fate after her pack is brutally wiped out and she is taken hostage only to discover that the man responsible is also her mate. Furious with the moon goddess for this cruel fate, she vows never to be marked by him, choosing death over submission. Zion Kincaid, bent on revenge finds himself drawn to his mate despite her rejection and he would do anything to prove to her that he is not the monster she believes him to be and swears never to let her escape their mate bond.

Tilly has always known where her strengths lie, and fighting? Well, it’s not one of them. Her family is ashamed of her and as a way to get rid of her they ship her off to Warrior Elite camp after a rogue attack leaves her blind. Tilly knows her fate has her painted as a rogue and it is only a matter of time before she flunks out of training. But she finds something to work hard for when starts falling for the Alpha she can never have, even if he is making her promises for a better future. Onyx doesn’t play games, and he mostly certainly does not take risks. That is until the smartmouthed, blind warrior literally stumbles into his warrior elite camp. Her quick wit and bold honesty awakened a part of him he didn’t think existed. Only one small problem…She is an awful warrior and he can only be with the best. Yet when his gamma lays down a bet, Onyx finds himself taking a gamble he isn’t quite sure how to handle. Especially when it lands him a rejection from his mate…

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. She closed her eyes as he pushed her to the wall, trapping her between himself and the wall. His breathe felt so hot as he buried his face in her neck. It felt hot, hotter than being locked in an oven and it was much more than a turn on for her. “When I touch you” he said as he slowly took off her robe… “never scream…never refuse... Just feel… you’re here and only for me, I don’t wanna ever see you speaking to anyone because you’re mine and mine alone… you’re my taken“ he said before ripping the clothes from her and then pushing her to the bed, spreading her legs . . After a one night stand with an unknown man, Amanda Wilson finds herself in a more complicated scenario when she gets taken as a captive by this unknown man to an unknown location. What happens when she finds out he is a ruthless Beta, one feared by even the alpha?

An arrange marriage kind of love story. Both with big differences from each other. One live with peace and doesn't like chaos but the other one finds comfort in chaos. Anthony Vasquez a mafia boss who disguise himself as a businessman and a doctor. Flirty but professional, depends on what professionalism you want. Aside from his looks, his humor is also what girls around him like about him. Doctor sa umaga, mafia boss sa gabi, depende pa kung may pasyente kasi aside sa kumikitil siya ng buhay, nanggagamot din siya ng buhay. His priorities is with both with a little bit of partying and having sex with plenty of women who will offer themselves to him. His life was fun regardless of what his other personality do for a living, he's still having fun not until he was arranged marriage by his parents to a woman names Emily Suarez. A doctor of psychology who's a complete opposite of him. Their love story is not the romantic one but rather the fun and dangerous kind.

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.