Cap Cip Cup Kembang Kuncup

His hand tightens around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “Where did you go, wife?” “The bathroom?” I frown, scratching my head. “Don't play dumb Alessandra, we both know you're not stupid and neither am I.” “I don't know what you mean, Enzo.” I glare. “ I was here.” “Did you think I wouldn't notice who was in my house? I played dumb when you let her come over but you let her in our bed, Sasha. Did you expect me to fuck her too?” “I-” the words get caught in my throat, I don’t know what to say. This is it, Enzo is going to kill me, I’m dead. . . 🦋 When Alessandra Romano's sister angers the next Capo dei Cap Enzo Valenti, he picks her to replace Sofia. However, the only relationship Alessandra knows is that between her hand and her blade, she has secrets, secrets that will make Enzo kill her. But what happens when Alessandra finds out she's not the only one holding secrets in their marriage? Will their love withstand the chaos life sets around them, or will they break when push comes to shove?

"You are my friend's daughter. I should not be doing this, Meredith." He breathed shakily, but I could feel that he wanted me. His hard member was a glaring testament. I cupped him, suddenly feeling confident as I sat on his legs. "A...anyone could enter the classroom now." Did he just stutter? Did the most confident, intelligent, and wealthy nerd just stutter because of my touch? Earl Sherwood makes me feel hot and wet, but he is my college professor. I try everything I can being an anti-social autistic student to get close to him, and when I think I got a chance, he turns out to be my Dad's friend. Now, he's going to be my private tutor, and I can't wait to see how much I'm going to learn in private.

“I want blood,” Rowan said, and suddenly his fingers pierced deep into my chest. The feeling of pain was almost non-existent but I could feel life slipping away from me. Blood gurgled in my mouth and it flowed from the corner of my mouth. “Why Rowan?” I asked, but the answer to the question became even more obvious to me. My face was poise, graceful even at the face of death. “Why did you do this? Why did you betray me?” I asked him, my hands reaching up to cup his face and he leaned into my hand, snuggling his face. Then affectionately, like he hadn't just betrayed me, he leaned down to kiss my lips. “I love you, my queen, but I'm tired of your benevolent rule, tired of drinking that disgusting artificial blood. I want a killing spree, I want suck my fangs into human's warm blood vessels! Slave them!” Rowan said, his face suddenly tainted with anger, one that also left as quickly as it came. “I'm surprised you think you would succeed,” I said, trying to laugh but it only made the blood flow faster. I was getting drained of blood really quickly. “You won't succeed,” I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

I stormed after him to his office, my face obviously as red as an overripe tomato. "Mr Paul Thomas, I want to resign—" "Where is my cup of coffee?" He questioned, ignoring my request yet again. My eyes narrowed into his. "I will not be getting you your cup of coffee because I'm resigning, Mr Paul!" He stared into my eyes intensely with an icy glare, but I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated. "I already answered you in this topic, and I don't want to talk about it again. Get me my cup of coffee, or you'd be penalised!".... .....I swallowed the lump in my throat, trembling slightly af the dangerous glare in his eyes. "I want to leave." He stared intensely at me again before saying the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard in my life. "I could offer you another job," he started, his fingers grazing his chin as he drank in my appearance from head to toe, his eyes cold and calculating. "Be my girlfriend." ---- Anne has spent months silently loving her ruthless boss, Paul Thomas, enduring his coldness and infidelity. When she finally decides to walk away after a humiliating betrayal, Paul gives her an ultimatum—stay as his girlfriend or leaves with nothing. Caught between her heart and her dignity, Sarah must choose whether to fight for her freedom or fall deeper into his manipulative grip. In a world where love and control blur, can she break free before it's too late, or can she crack open the man beneath the cold exterior?

Nadia, once the Luna of her pack, faces false accusations of poisoning her alpha's new mate, Lyra. Forced to drink from the alleged poisoned cup to prove her innocence, Nadia meets a tragic end. However, death marks only the beginning of her journey as she awakens in another girl's body in an unfamiliar forest—a rebirth with unanswered questions. In this new life, Nadia grapples with her identity in a different body. The mysteries of her rebirth unfold, prompting her to contemplate the purpose of this second chance especially with her new mate, Vance. Haunted by the betrayal of her original pack, including her once-beloved Alpha, Nadia faces a choice: will she embark on a quest for revenge to reclaim her rightful place as Luna or will she remain as Iris for the rest of her life?

Before the wedding,Serena Williams caught her fiance with his mistress who is also her best friend. Angrily she called of the wedding and in a bid for revenge she ended up in her ex’s bed . Ben Blackwood is the CEO of the Blackwood Group . He is not only the richest man in the city but also very powerful and the most eligible bachelor. Rumors had it that he is ruthless and cold hearted. Her chest tightened. “He ruined me. Now, I want to return the favor.” Silence stretched between them. Then, suddenly, Ben tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Serena,” he murmured. “But lucky for you… I love danger.” Before she could react, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a slow, searing kiss. It was nothing like Jake’s touch Ben was in complete control, every movement deliberate, calculated. He tasted of whiskey and power, of promises wrapped in sin. He kissed like a starving wolf ,cruel and teasing ,savoring her surrender before the kill . He was dangerous,but she couldn’t resist . She held on to him tightly, her legs brushing against his side ,a breathing moan escaped her lips . His hands trails up her body ,pushing under her shirt to cup her soft round breast . His teasing touch made shudder as she let out a trembling plea “ is this good enough Mr Blackwood?” “Got to say you’re pretty good”he smirked.

THE MIDNIGHT ROYALS SERIES- BOOK ONE “Another glass,” I rasped, placing my cup hard on the table. The bartender nodded, but eyed me curiously. “And what is a pretty lady doing all by herself on such a beautiful night as this?” A masculine voice said from beside me, forcing me to whirl my head around even though I’d resolved not to talk to anyone at the bar. “None of your fucking busin-” I began saying, but the words died on my lips when I met his gaze. Holy shit. He was hot. Hot enough to serve as my partner for the night. *** After stumbling in on her boyfriend having sex with another woman, popular cheerleader- Marguerite Kasper- ends up at a club in her quest to vent out her anger. In her brokenhearted haze, she has sex with a hot stranger at the club. She finds out soon enough after a new student joins the biking academy which she attended, that the stranger might be the fuel to her flame, and also her nemesis.

Lylia was a simple girl from the province of Abueña. She lost her parents at a young age, leaving her to care for her ailing sibling. Life's hardships forced her to mature quickly, and she had to find ways to provide for her sister and their daily needs, so she decided to open a small eatery near the cockfighting arena.   However, after she discovered that her parents had a significant debt to Raze, the barangay captain, she was forced to accept his deal, to marry him in exchange for half of the debt. If she refused, he would have their house and eatery, their only source of income, demolished.   Unknown to others, Lylia would also serve as Raze's maid to pay off the remaining debt.   Raze was known as a miserly and strict captain in Barangay Abueña. He was very strict when it came to implementing and approving projects, especially when it came to the use of barangay funds. He had been away for a long time, but he still monitored what was happening in the barangay. What others didn't know was that he was a secret billionaire, owning airlines, hotels, and resorts in the Philippines, catering exclusively to those of noble blood.   Upon his return, he saw the woman in the picture he had been shown—Lylia, the daughter of the family who had a huge debt to him—at the cockfighting arena. This sparked his playful plan, to force her to marry him. Could their deal turn into something real, or would one of them be left heartbroken and alone?

"I want a divorce, let me go Evan." "That's too bad Kitten, You agreed though I was a little conspicuous but agreed is the key word to be my wife until I get an heir from you.." Evans smile turned slowly into a smirk and I swallowed hard as tears dropped out of my eyes. "You trapped me into this, you monster." I yelled throwing my cup of milk into his face. "Say that again, I liked it." All I wanted was to get revenge on my cheating ex, all I wanted was to not be obedient little princess and stand for myself; apparently, it turned out to be the worst decision I ever made. This marriage of convenience was supposed to be done and over with in less than a week but what happens when there was no exit out of the marriage? A playboy that was never committed to anyone placed a tag on me that read 'MINE' and I doubt very heavily that even if I gave him an heir he would let me go. He was obsessed and I was trapped

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.