Ciri Ciri Soft Spoken

“Who would have thought?” I scorned angering Carlos fast. “A mighty wolf like you getting a scum like me for a mate,” Carlos' eyes flashed gold. His Alpha wolf didn't like the challenge. “Is this the part where you reject me, or should I make things easier and do It instead?” I knew rejection was the only fate awaiting me, and I wasn't going to let him think that I am bothered by it. I should be used to the heartaches by now, I thought grimly. “Cam…” he groaned, pinching his nose. “And he knows my name.” I spat venomously. No one in the pack has ever accorded me or my sister the decency of referring to us with our names. We are either termed as half breeds, scums, slaves, or occasionally orphans. Carlos was tongue-tied for a second. He sighed a million times, looking at me helplessly. I didn't like the pity I saw in his eyes. “Go ahead, mighty Alpha, let's get it done with.” I provoked and apparently, it's all he needed. “I, Carlos Stanford, reject you, Cameron Walker, as my mate.” A softly spoken statement, which carried a lot of weight. Though I was only seventeen and couldn't feel the bond yet, I did feel my wolf retreating at the back of my head, howling in pain. Putting on a brave face, I muttered. “Good riddance!” I stepped past him to leave but stopped by the door when I realized I hadn't done what was expected of me. “I Cameron Walker, accept your rejection.” I smiled through the pain, giving a mock bow, and stormed out of the room like my ass was on fire.

When the soft and caring Emmalyn marries Kelvin Price, the cold and ruthless Alpha, to save her father’s pack, she does not expect to fall in love with a man who had always thought of her as a second choice and a weakling. An unexpected turn of events takes place, pulling the couple closer but can a love founded on lies, betrayal, and deceit ever survive in the cruel werewolf world where enemies looked forward to destroying them? **** When Emma’s older sister, Tiana, runs away from her arranged wedding to Kelvin Price, Emma is forced to marry him in her place to save her parents’ faces and the pack. Kelvin Price is known to be a cold and elusive Alpha who Emma did not think she could end up falling in love with. She was more content with her sweet boyfriend, Marcus. She knew she would only have herself to blame if she expects a life full of roses when she returns with him. What happens when an unexpected turn of events takes place, forcing the couple closer? As they grow closer, they must fight the demons of their past and of the lives that once left them- especially when her sister, Tiana, returns with just one aim. To snatch back what was once hers. Kelvin Price.

Sabria Verone Villin is eighteen years old, who always hated the Protagonist in every drama or movie, or book that she has watched or read. She has, however, has a soft spot for the Villain. She understood their pain. The kind of endless pain that only the living could feel. Alone, helpless, locked in a dark room with no one to rely on. Dash, was a racer. His life had always been in the line each race. But an accident caused him to be in a coma for six months. When he regained consciousness, he couldn't remember anything that happened prior to his accident. All he could remember was his memories with the woman he love, Sabrina. Will the charm of second chance love work? Or will it completely destroy what little love they have for each other?

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing into his lips, "but you thought it. Insinuated it."  His hand crept up my neck as he pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. "Never," he growled. The kiss was rough and wild, expressing the attraction we had bottled up. It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

Marie Sierran is a soft but strong Christian English teacher, gifted with talents that make her name known abroad. She is accidentally bumped by the prince of Denmark at the Malacañang Palace during their first meeting, making her hate him. On several occasions, they meet and Marie wonders how she falls in love with the prince all of a sudden. She has no knowledge of how kind he is until she observes and experiences it behind the mask of rudeness he shows aside from his handsome face and well-built physique that catches her attention. Marie’s medical records and the lost artifact reveal to the public that causes the Philippines and Denmark had an uphill battle for a long time while she works in the royal country. Break up is made after their engagement as the prince falls on her as well. An accident happens to the prince that makes Marie returns to Denmark despite the humiliation and bullying she faces. The prince did not recognize her when he awakes, but to save the queen’s condition and save the throne, he agrees to the solution to end the war. On the day of their wedding. Before the crowning, an assassination happens to the two that causes their death. After a month, the world shocks when they find an amazing thing happening.

My body wasn't obeying me. The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears felt trailing down. The ad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us, though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

******************COMPLETED BOOK***************************** This book is a standalone for story 2 from the book Wild Adventures. Readers should be warned, there are explicit scenes in the book you might not want to be reading. *****************Super Steamy and wildly erotic********** Denny started to caress her as she obeyed his orders.  She was wearing a red velvet dress with its length up to her mid-thighs. The fabric was soft to his touch but her smooth and aromatic skin added fuel to his excitement and urged him to knead her everywhere he could reach and touch. Her exposed skin was not too much and not too little. For Denny, what he could see was enough to tease him into finding out what beauty was hidden underneath her clothes. The service girl started moaning in pleasure, but her every move held coquetry that teased the aroused man even more. Her erotic reactions didn’t make him rush to finish this heavenly taste of delectations but made him want to enjoy teasing each other for a more explosive ending. "Do you like it...?" The man whispered. He was feeling so aroused beyond redemption, but he was also unconsciously concerned if she was feeling the same as him. "Yes, sir," she answered obediently with her face turning beet red in embarrassment and delight. Denny wanted to do more. He was aching to do more.... but he knew there were rules.

Mary Redferne is a fiery young woman. Trouble literally follows her, mainly because of her mouth. She didn’t know how to put any breaks on them. She was everything a man was scared of: ambitious, had a mind of her own and didn’t refrain from telling people that their ideas are garbage. In the 1960s, this ‘attitude’ did not play well with the society but nobody dared to say anything as she was the only child of the mayor, Clement Redferne. Joseph Lachlan was a soft spoken gentleman who unlike other men in the country has remained very humble after getting remarkable fame and fortune at a very young age. He was known for his kindness, compassion and candor. But more importantly his striking resemblance to a Greek god. He was the one person who did not judge Mary or even think that she was ever out of line even though her name was always in the newspaper with the headline ‘The Wild Girl’. Mary, who is habituated with fighting and arguing with everyone who judges her, how will she react to a man who absolutely has no opinion about her ‘wild and erratic’ side? A man who just accepts her for the way she is?