Cerita Dewasa Part

Dans la meute des Terres Boréales, une loi immuable interdisait à un Alpha de s'unir à une humaine. Pourtant, Kévin Volf a secrètement scellé le lien conjugal avec moi. Pour me garder à ses côtés, il a défié le Conseil des Sages, subi quatre-vingt-dix-neuf coups de fouet et s'est agenouillé trois jours entiers devant l'autel. Alors que le sang imbibait sa chemise, il me souriait encore : « Alice, n'aie pas peur. Toi, et rien que toi. » Plus tard, les Sages obstinés ont enfin cédé, acceptant notre fuite amoureuse. À une condition : qu'il donne à la meute un héritier de sang pur. Depuis ce jour, une phrase a rythmé nos vies : « Attends un peu. » La première fois, il m'a demandé d'attendre qu'il mette une louve enceinte. Trente-trois nuits avec Joséphine, jusqu'à ce qu'elle porte son enfant. La seconde fois, il a répété cette phrase, car la portée était une femelle, le clan exigeait un héritier mâle. Quatre-vingt-dix-neuf nouvelles nuits avec Joséphine, jusqu'à la grossesse suivante. Au moment où je croyais toucher au but, leur fille, fraîchement baptisée, a ingéré par erreur de l'aconit. Tous m'ont accusée. Jetée dans une chambre froide à moins vingt degrés, j'ai vu mon Alpha bien-aimé, les yeux écarlates et le regard glaçant, me dire : « Je t'avais pourtant dit de patienter… Tu sais ce que l'aconit représente pour nous. Pourquoi as-tu voulu faire du mal à mon enfant ? » Son enfant ? Vraiment ? J'ai senti mon cœur se déchirer. Mes poings se sont serrés, les ongles entaillant cruellement mes paumes. Lorsque la porte du congélateur s'est rouverte, j'ai desserré mes mains ensanglantées et une décision était née : « L'attente, c'est terminé ! »

Senja adalah wanita yang bekerja sebagai reporter di kota. Setelah sekian lama bekerja ia tak kunjung mendapat kenaikan pangkat. Kegagalannya juga dialami olehnya di dunia percintaan, Fajar kekasihnya berselingkuh dengan teman sekantornya. Suatu hari Senja mendapatkan tugas untuk pergi ke sebuah daerah bencana. Ditempat itu, ia justru menjadi korban banjir dan terbawa arus meskipun akhirnya selamat. Iaa terdampar dan harus survival di dalam hutan. Dari sana ia bertemu dengan mahluk aneh sejenis peri yang membuka mata ghaib nya, sehingga Senja bisa melihat banyak hal di dunia lain. Saat harus bertahan hidup, ia justru harus menyelamatkan seseorang dari cengkraman Moster Saltic. Kemudian mereka bertemu kembali saat Sen berada di desa Galie. Laki-laki itu bernama Salaar Bayu. Keduanya memiliki pola pikir sama, sehingga sepakat untuk menyelesaikan masalah yang terjadi di Galie. Di sisi lain. Mantan pacar Senja yang mengetahui keberadaan Senja lalu menghampiri nya ketempat itu. Akankah Senja kembali pada Fajar? Ataukah ia akan memilih Salaar Bayu? Bisakah masalah di Galie terselesaikan?

When a predator becomes the prey... Alejandro Cortes was born into a legacy of violence, power, and fear. As the eldest son of the infamous Cortes family, one of Italy’s most feared criminal dynasties, every step he took was measured against his father’s brutality. From childhood, he was molded, hardened, and groomed for one purpose: survival. By the time Alejandro seized power, claiming the title of mafia don after killing the monster he once called father, he became something far more terrifying than a ruler. A devil in a tailored suit. A man who inspired obedience and terror, yet remained soft for only two souls: his wife, Camila, and his daughter, Lana. Nikolai Vassiliou rose differently. Not born into power, but driven by hunger, ruthlessness, and bloodshed, he built his empire in shadows. But even invincibility fractures. Seeking dominance, Nikolai ordered a hit meant to break Alejandro. Fate, cruel and unforgiving, chose Lana. The child did not survive. Camila’s mind shattered. Alejandro’s grief ignited. Because sorrow does not weaken men like Alejandro. It creates devils. In a cold concrete cell, Nikolai lay bloodied, bruised, broken, his life resting in Alejandro’s hands. The predator had become the prey. Nikolai’s voice trembled, edged with defiance. “You think this makes you powerful, Alejandro? You’re nothing. Just a broken man clinging to ghosts.” Alejandro stepped closer, eyes cold, lethal, absolute. “I’m not broken, Nikolai.” A pause. “You will be.” His voice dropped to something darker. “I’ll tear you apart.” And in that moment, both men understood the truth: vengeance, obsession, and darkness were about to bind them together in ways neither could escape, resist, or survive unchanged by the chaos they unleashed upon each other, and upon themselves alike forever after.

Ryan is a rich guy in desperate need of a girlfriend to present to his family. His friend successfully persuaded him to date Claire, a waitress in a restaurant he frequently eats in. Ryan had something else in mind, he wants Claire to be his fake romantic partner instead. There's a problem though,he doesn't get along with her often. Claire is a nice waitress and Ryan was one of the grouchy customers she renders her services to. She finds herself agreeing to a fake relationship with Ryan; The grouchy customer because she needed some money. They made a deal not to fall in love since it was a contract but as time flies, Claire began to question herself if it was really impossible to fall in love with an attractive rich playboy like Ryan.

During lunch, an older female colleague asked me, "How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? When are you planning to get married?" I shook my head. "Twenty-seven, no boyfriend, and no plans to get married." She was momentarily stunned. "What are you talking about? How can a woman not get married?" she asked. I smiled without responding. Realizing I wasn't joking, her expression darkened. "Did you work as a escort and get caught? Is that why no man wants you?"

I was about to confess to my online chat partner in person when a barrage of comments suddenly flashed across my mind. [Don't bother. Jedediah is avoiding her right now. He's regretting ever mixing her up with someone else.] [It's all her fault for using a profile picture so similar to Georgia's. Otherwise, Jedediah wouldn't have gotten confused.] [It's annoying to think that when Jedediah lost a game, it was the supporting role, Monica, who comforted him. All those sweet words he said were meant for the female lead, Georgia.] [Jedediah is grossed out by it, too. Georgia only added him as a friend yesterday. It's so frustrating.] [Monica is a bane!] Dazed, I ran into Jedediah Merritt, who had just finished playing basketball. He quickly averted his gaze, but I moved around him, shoving the love letter into his roommate's hands. Online chat partner? I had more than one, sending my goodnight voice messages to several people every night.

Até que ponto meu marido já me amou um dia? Naquela época, para poder se casar comigo, ele me pediu em casamento noventa e nove vezes. Somente na centésima vez, fui finalmente tocada por sua tenacidade. Tornei-me a Sra. Menezes, invejada por todos em Cidade Solmar. No dia do nosso casamento, dei a ele noventa e nove cupons de perdão. Combinamos que, enquanto esses cupons de perdão não fossem todos usados, eu permaneceria sempre ao seu lado. Em cinco anos de casamento, cada vez que ele saía para encontrar seu antigo amor, um cupom de perdão era usado. Quando ele usou o 97º cupom, ele de repente percebeu que eu havia mudado. Eu não chorava mais, nem implorava para que ele ficasse. Só quando ele perdia a cabeça por sua secretária, encantadora e ingênua, eu perguntava baixinho: — Se você vai ficar com ela, posso usar um cupom de perdão? O homem hesitou por um momento, e uma rara brandura surgiu em seu coração: — Tudo bem, de qualquer forma, só usei uns sessenta e poucos. Pode usar se quiser. Eu assenti com um murmúrio e o deixei ir. Ele não sabia que aquele era o 97º cupom de perdão que usava. Restavam apenas dois dos nossos cupons de perdão.

I grew up with the Vipera brothers. They have always considered me their younger sister and spoiled me silly. But after that car accident, my relationship with them changes completely. The accident leaves me with severe burns on my body, and I'm in constant agony. On top of that, my face is disfigured too. The moment I'm wheeled out of the ICU, I call the Vipera brothers to let them know that I'm safe. However, the only response I get from them is an impatient dismissal. "Sofia, Bianca hurt her fingers during the accident. We're taking care of her now. Don't bother us by throwing a tantrum." Soon, Bianca Rossi uploads a selfie of herself with the Vipera brothers in a luxurious hospital room. She's wearing three wolf fang bracelets on her wrist. I'd given those to the Vipera brothers as a Christmas gift last year. To get the fangs from the particular species of wolves they liked, I trekked through the jungle alone with a gun and battled feral wolves the entire night. I completely let go of any remaining feelings toward the famiglia that raised me and decide to leave them for good. When the Vipera brothers see me again at a grand banquet held by the Ferro famiglia, they are overwhelmed with regret.

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and dark, obsessive themes. Till Sin Do Us Apart is a one-shot taboo tale of lust and domination, where two or more souls collide in the dark, seeking pleasure, and craving release. It’s not only love that binds them, but obsession. This story is extremely sinful, forbidden, and erotic, a slow exhale of tension and temptation. It’s about the ache of being wanted too much, touched too hard, controlled too completely… and still coming back for more.

Je m'appelle Isabella Wright. La cinquième année de mon mariage avec le Don d'une puissante famille mafieuse, je découvre que le talisman de protection qu'il m'a offert me provoque des maux de tête chaque fois que je le porte sur moi. Je retire le petit sachet dissimulé à l'intérieur du talisman et l'apporte à l'hôpital Cursley. Le médecin examine le sachet, puis relève la tête et m'explique qu'il contient un type de poison à action lente, qui non seulement endommage progressivement le corps de la victime, mais finit aussi par la rendre stérile avec le temps. Je fonds en larmes et m'écrie : « Mais c'est impossible ! C'est mon mari qui me l'a donné ! Il s'appelle Vincenzo Cursley. C'est aussi le propriétaire de cet hôpital ! » Le médecin me regarde, visiblement déconcerté. « Mademoiselle, je crois que vous devriez consulter un psychiatre. Je connais très bien M. Cursley et son épouse. Ils sont extrêmement proches et affectueux. De plus, Mme Cursley a donné naissance à un petit garçon il n'y a pas si longtemps. Ils se trouvent tous les deux en ce moment même dans le service VIP, en train d'admirer leur enfant. » Puis le médecin sort son téléphone et me montre une photo. Vincenzo y a apparu, vêtu de son habituel costume noir, avec l'emblème de la famille Cursley brodé sur la poitrine. Il a tenu un bébé dans ses bras. Et la femme qui s'est tenue à ses côtés… Je la connais. Elle s'appelle Claudia Henderson. Et Vincenzo l'a toujours présentée comme sa sœur adoptive.