C'mere Meaning

"From now on, whenever you call me ‘Daddy’ in public, only you and I will know the true meaning behind it," said Gabriel Bloodfang. Every time I call him Daddy, only the two of us understand the truth hidden behind that word. To the world, I’m just a human girl saved by Alpha Bloodfang. To the Pack, I’m nothing more than a lucky adopted daughter. But to me, Daddy is everything, he’s my first love and my forbidden desire. One look from him makes my blood tremble. One touch from him ignites a fire that no law could ever extinguish.

For as long as Asher Marlowe could remember, he was taught to hate and blame the Garcias for the death of his mother who he barely remembers. That didn't stop Silas Marlowe from grooming his son to be the perfect tool of revenge. As a bodyguard, Asher could infiltrate even the untouchables. When he takes a job with the Garcia's his objective is one, to ruin their lives. But that changed pretty quick when he meets the spoiled heiress, Isabella Garcia. She is everything he hates but for some reason he can't help but crave her to a point of insanity. And instead of meaning her harm, Asher will fight to protect her from everything and everyone.

She got married for love to her college sweetheart but ended up bruised, betrayed, divorced, and jobless. To save her dying father, she is forced into an arranged marriage to an arrogant self-absorbed man who only has eyes for his supermodel girlfriend. Can she handle a second rejection or will she give up on love? He is set to marry his model girlfriend but his father is against the marriage to the "gold digger". Forced into an arranged marriage to a divorced single mother, will he realize the truth of his feelings before it's too late? A soft but broken heart merges with an arrogant heir to create an explosive love that will heal wounds and each the true meaning of the sacrifice of love.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

Elle ne l’a jamais choisi. C’est sa famille qui a décidé pour elle. Un mariage imposé, une vie qu’elle n’a jamais voulue. Mais elle a essayé… elle a vraiment essayé. Elle a aimé, elle a espéré, elle a pardonné trop de choses. Jusqu’au jour où elle découvre deux trahisons d’un seul coup : celle de son mari, et celle de sa meilleure amie. Son cœur se brise entièrement ce jour-là. Mais quelque chose renaît en elle aussi. Elle va apprendre à se relever. À devenir une femme qui dit non. Une femme qui marche seule. Une femme qui ne revient plus en arrière. Et quand un autre homme entre dans sa vie, simple, doux, patient… elle découvre que l’amour vrai existe. Un amour qui ne fait pas mal. Son mari, lui, comprendra trop tard. Parce qu’elle ne reviendra pas. Cette fois, c’est fini. Cette fois, c’est trop tard pour l’aimer.

Pour son premier amour, Jean m'a abandonnée trois fois à l'autel. La première fois, Cécile a menacé de se jeter d'un immeuble. La deuxième fois, elle est partie à l'étranger. La troisième fois, elle a envoyé un message disant qu'elle allait accepter le mariage arrangé par sa famille. Jean, d'habitude si calme et maître de lui, a paniqué. Il a laissé derrière lui une salle pleine d'invités et a fait de moi une risée une fois de plus. Je l'ai appelé : « Jean, si tu ne reviens pas aujourd'hui, je vais épouser quelqu'un d'autre. » Il a ri. « Cécile est jeune, ça passe encore, mais toi, à ton âge, tu joues aussi à ce jeu ? » J'ai serré mon téléphone. Il savait donc depuis le début que c'était une petite ruse de Cécile, mais il avait choisi de la laisser faire. À ce moment-là, mon cœur s'est finalement brisé. Plus tard, après avoir enfin réconforté son amour d'enfance, il s'est enfin souvenu de moi. « Choisis une date pour refaire le mariage, sois tranquille, cette fois ce sera encore plus grandiose. » L'homme à mes côtés l'a interrompu en souriant : « Excuse-moi, ma femme et moi devons embarquer pour notre vol. »

Juste avant la cérémonie d'accouplement, mon compagnon, Alpha Claude, m'a dit qu'il devait marquer temporairement une Oméga de notre meute, Fabienne. Il a prétendu qu'elle avait la maladie de la lune et qu'elle mourrait s'il ne la marquait pas. Je me suis disputée avec lui à ce sujet, mais le lendemain, il a installé Fabienne dans le penthouse de la Maison de la Meute. C'était la suite destinée à la future Luna. Ma suite. Pour me calmer, il s'est même mis à genoux, les yeux rougis, et m'a promis : « Quand elle sera en sécurité, j'enlèverai la marque. Tu resteras ma seule Luna. » Mais ensuite, Fabienne m'a retrouvée, un rapport médical à la main. Elle était enceinte de six semaines. Ils avaient déjà fait leur cérémonie de marquage bien avant que Claude ne vienne me voir. Mon cœur s'est brisé en cendres. Mon stylo a creusé le calendrier, gravant un X vicieux sur la date qui était censée être celle de notre cérémonie d'accouplement. Puis j'ai ouvert mon ordinateur portable et répondu à l'e-mail de la Guilde Européenne des Guérisseurs du Laurier. « J'accepte votre invitation, je pars le jour de la cérémonie d'accouplement. »

Life is about risking and making mistakes. But at the same time, we should know how to be grateful in order to see the real meaning of Life. Lucifer Cuenca, a vocalist of The Fallen Angel Band. The gangster look guy but his heart is captured by a psychologically troubled woman named Amira. As a psychology student, he was the person who helped Amira to overcome her schizophrenia. What is the dirty little secret to their forbidden love? Will they last until death comes? Or will they last until forever for the second time? Or he will fall in love with the twin sister of Amira after her death? "It's considered a sin, but you are the good sin that I stand for," Lucifer Cuenca.

In a world where werewolves anticipate their coming-of-age ceremony to find their mates, Hailey and Jane excitedly prepare for the event. However, Hailey’s joy turns to despair when she learns she’s betrothed to Alpha Duncan of the Blood Moon pack, a man she doesn’t know. Duncan, in turn, resents the forced union and harbours animosity towards Hailey. The ceremony unfolds, sealing their fates, but their marriage is a mere political alliance. Would their marriage remain a political alliance or would love to find its way into their union?    

A cold chill spread through his body. He was called the most powerful, lethal weapon. A mere girl had the power to distract him. He should have been careful as she was going to live here. He couldn't ignore what was his, " You'll be mine, soon. It's your right the day you are born. ' he whispered and left her alone, thinking over it. ' She's raised as a human. She's human. She won't fall for a beast. '