Carlos Sainz Hair

"Do you know who you are, little girl" A stern deep male voice said as cold fingers ran up my inner thighs causing a shiver down my spine. I was blindfolded, tied up with no way of escaping "Your sweet scent... the delicious taste of your blood... I want it all!" the monster rumbled sniffling my throat causing my back hair to rise. Every time I heard those words. I knew it was time for him to feed his lust. In one slide he entered me hard and throbbing. His mouth was demanding and possessing every exposed part of my body. Elina, once betrothed to the most formidable hybrid king, finds herself trapped in a dangerous game, where she must tame the inner monster of her powerful suitor. Alpha Angel, known for his cruelty and aloofness, holds a secret that keeps all females at bay. But when a spirited and pure-hearted girl enters his life, she challenges the boundaries of his cold heart. As the battle of time, life, and death looms, their passionate connection is tested. Will fate or love ultimately prevail in this high-stakes struggle? Warning ️ contains mature content.

“SUCK ME," he growled, his grip on my hair tightening as he pushed harder. “PLEASURE ME LIKE THE F*CKING WHORE YOU ARE, KAELEN.” I tried to say no, to resist, but my mouth burned as he shoved it deeper. The pain was much but I found myself wanting him more. Kaelen was a skilled thief with a decent life—until he stole a cursed spellbook from the Inquisition and accidentally summoned Thrakos, the Demon King. Hoping to bind the demon to his will, the ritual backfired, leaving Kaelen magically and sexually bound to a horny Thrakos instead. Now a pawn in Thrakos’s war against his brother Vaelith, Kaelen gains dangerous powers but loses control. Hunted by Inquisitors, demons, and monsters, he must travel to Vermont to retrieve the Hell-blade—a sacred weapon forged to kill Vaelith. With Sylvia and a shapeshifting succubus at his side, Kaelen faces deadly enemies and the growing darkness within himself. With each orgasm and surge of power, Kaelen becomes less human and more demon. When the final battle comes, will he fight for freedom—or embrace his new nature and become the Demon King’s ultimate weapon?

I grasped in horror as l saw my hands turning into claws. Alot of hair also forming on every part of my body. I touched myself to feel that l nolonger have two legs but four. My hands had also formed into legs. Panick invaded me.l don't want to become anything else. I regretted not taking my mum's advice of not coming near the woods. May be if l had stayed home obediently this wouldn't have happened. I felt my new body move on its own until l reached at the river. The water sat there silently and in there l saw what l have become.A beast.l saw a lone tear coming from my glowing eyes. I got away from the river sat down the tree nearby. My body returned ito its human form. I cried and screamed loudly; No am not a beast. Am human: Am not a beast. This isn't me! I screamed. It's you Daciana. It's what you really are. A voice came from from behind the tree.

I was the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Kris of Dark Moon. He raped a human slave 18 years ago and that was my mom. I became a disgrace and a shame to my family. They punished me and locked me up in the basement all day except to let me out to complete my daily routine as a slave. Yes. I looked like any common slave of the pack house. No one would expect me as the Alphas's daughter. As a hybrid, I hadn't been able to shift, but I could hear their thoughts. It's not a good thing though, for me, it's a nightmare. Most of what I've heard were my half-sisters' curses and insults. "CLAUDIA! Hurry up and get in here!" I knew Elly was going to scream my name long before her shrill voice echoed out of her room and into the hallway where I waited. This was the daily ritual, every afternoon. She would call for me, and while she sat at her vanity table, I brushed her long hair like a servant to her satisfaction. No one would guess she was my half-sister, nor Maria in the other bedroom...

“You cannot love me, Enora. I had told you that you couldn’t.” His brown eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, he yanked his hand away from mine and took a step backward, ruffling his brunette hair, he cursed. I love this man. “You cannot love me, I am your best friend’s father.” “But I can fuck my best friend’s father?” My voice cracked in disbelief, is this what my life is now? I had tears in my eyes, it’s always been like this since I met him, yet I love him. ~~ It was summer break and Enora had just gotten the job of filling in for the personal assistant of Mr Wright , her best friend's father. It was a thirty-day business trip that started with a kiss, then sex, and then love. Enora couldn’t help but fall head over heels for her best friend's father, he’s the first man to ever treat her like a princess, but Nathan has other intentions which didn’t include loving her.

I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused. She looked strangely familiar for some reason, and it took me a while to identify her, but I did. She was the same woman I had bumped into on the market. My eyes swiftly turned to Xavier. He was dressed in a suit identical to the one Xavier wore with the top few buttons open. What caught my eyes the most was the lipstick stain on his neck identical to the one the woman had on. My heart slumped in deep dejection. It wasn't any science- rocket to know what had occurred here before my arrival.

Under the full moon, Lyra Cynthion watched her entire pack slaughtered by a tyrant alpha. The sole survivor, she was chained in silver and enslaved for years, scarred by abuse that never extinguished her rage. Captured by Alpha Viktor Alistair, the fated bond sparked hope—until he spat in her face before the entire court: “I, Viktor Alistair, reject you, Lyra Cynthion, slave, as my fated mate.” Sentenced to the Ceremonial Hunt, Lyra bleeds, kills, and escapes into the human world. She dyes her silver hair black, hides in Mateo’s bar, and swears to make Viktor beg. Two years of silence shatter when Dean Valerius walks through the door: rising bastard alpha, storm-blue eyes starving, scent of forbidden forest. “I am Dean Valerius… your future alpha,” he growls, awakening the wolf she buried. The same rare blood binds them. Now she has a choice: use the bastard to destroy Viktor… or let him destroy her. Brutal enemies-to-lovers • Soul-crushing rejection • Merciless revenge • Rising alpha • Forbidden mate bond The rejected wolf is back. And this time, she hunts.

🔞 WARNING: STRICTLY RATED 18!!!🔞 Lorenzo pulled my hair back as I moaned aloud, the harmonic sound of my moan and the sound of our skin slapping reverberating through the room. He pounded into me roughly, his cock thrusting in and out, sending waves of pleasurable pain across my arched back. I quivered under his electrifying touch, my heart racing in my ribcage. Skin on skin, flash against flesh, I felt an uncontrollable desire as my soul stirred. I bit down a moan, a curse escaping my throat as he spanked my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, stars spinning around me. "Fuck, Lavender!" He whispered in satisfaction as he pumped his load into me, pulling his inches out. ~ An Angel and The Devil. Beauty and The Beast. A Damsel In Distress With No Prince Charming. That was where it began, a passionate one night stand that tangled their destinies. She is ready to serve him and be his ride or die, for no reason but to carry out the assignment entrusted to her to destroy him. But what happens when the lines between lust and duty starts to fade?

My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up. “If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!” I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby. He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse. “You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!” Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me. “Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.” Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.

I was unable to perceive the man before me. He was greater than expected, overshadowing me, every one of his muscles flexed and his jaws gripped, disdain and outrage all around his face. He resembled an incensed monster, his noses erupting and his eyes red. I was feeling pulled towards him, unknowingly my hands came to him and laid on his chest I could feel his body loosen up quickly under my touch, his breathing dialed back and his face mellowed. He resembled the sweet Karish I knew. "If it's not too much trouble, quiet down, "I said in a delicate voice. His eyes shot back to me and he folded his arms over my abdomen pulling me to him. I could feel him sniffing my hair then he established his head on the hoodlum of my neck. I lifted my arms and put them around his neck. We remained here briefly, embracing one another. It felt close, warm, safe, and agreeable like I was home like I was the place where I should be