Codename Anastasia Ch 40

When Anastasia finally separated from her childhood best friend and first love, her world almost came crashing. She was only 8 years old when she was sent out of the country to further her education and 12 years later, Anna returns to New York a new version of herself, hoping that one day, fate would certainly bring Dylan Scott back to her. But unfortunately, there's a twist as an arranged marriage was put in place for Anna and all efforts to cancel her marriage with James Smith fails. Just a year into the marriage, a devastated Anna goes clubbing and mistakenly gets involved in a one night stand with a total stranger. Two weeks later, after Anna discovers that she is pregnant, she files for a divorce, and walks out of her marriage with James Smith who doesn't seem to care about her even a little bit, but like a child, fate plays yet another trick on Anastasia, letting her encounter the man she had never stopped loving for 18 years, and how does she react when she discovers that Dylan Scott is the father of Emma, the result of her one night stand 5 years ago.

Gregory Stevens, a newly arrived student at Blackwood International College, mysteriously disappears from the elite private school. Erik Wilson must track him down without anyone knowing that they are hackers. With every clue that Erik discovers the lines become more and more blurred surrounding Gregory, and who he truly might be. The first clue he finds is a half-burned cryptic note that reads "Ric$40" written on top of Gregory's uniform in his dorm room. That same clue appears on Gregory's smartwatch as well. The realm of hacking knows his name and invites him to join in, and play.

A 17-year old student, Lizette Kryzion Flores belongs to a rich and well-known family. She's known for being a volleyball player and still on the number one spot on the varsity list for three years. Not until the party happened, his dad witnessed her ugly behavior and attitude. Chaster teachers her a lesson by sending her to Anastasia High where Kryzion's mortal enemy, Avis attends. On her first day, she met Sean Philip Delos Reyes, Avis' first love. A media art club student came from an ordinary family which is her total opposite. Despite her newfound highschool life, there's a lot of adjustment she needs to keep in mind. She met Jerome Sebastian Buenavista, a cold-hearted and snobbed basketball player at Anastasia. When Avis got into an accident and caused her sprain, Anastasia high is in search for a new volleyball captain to compete with Foster University. There, where she finally meets her chance to prove herself, the clash between Sean and Jerome begins. The relationship between these three enabled her to make a decision to go back to Foster. She was pleased to return to her old university to earn her title as Flores Corp's heiress. What will happen when a spoiled brat girl who doesn't know about love finds out that love is mischief? Will she go back or stay?

J'ai aimé Luc Dupont pendant dix ans, mais il a dit : « Elle ne m'intéresse pas. » Et puis il a passé ses jours et ses nuits avec une autre femme… En tant que son amie d'enfance pendant dix ans, lui et moi n'avons pas eu de bons résultats, alors je ne voulais plus être son second choix. Plus tard, j’étais sur le point de me marier avec une autre personne. Au milieu de la nuit, Luc a frappé à ma porte en disant : « Claire Moreau… » « M. Luc, puis-je vous aider ? » Ensuite, la voix sexy d'un homme est venue de la chambre à coucher : « Chérie, où as-tu mis mes sous-vêtements ? » En entendant cela, Luc a titubé et a craché une bouchée de sang devant moi… Peu de temps après, je suis tombée sur le blog de Luc : « Il y a des gens à qui l'on manque pour la vie. Ce n'est pas parce qu'elle t’aime maintenant qu'elle t’aimera toujours. Alors, chéris-la. »

They rejected the bond. They walked away burning. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. Years after their explosive fallout, Anastasia Purrey and Levi Crosswalk find themselves entangled once again—this time by something far more binding than a mate mark. The past won’t stay buried, and the tension between them refuses to die. When pain, desire, and duty collide, can two enemies survive what destiny has planned… or will they destroy each other all over again?

Après l'incendie, je n'ai plus empêché mon fiancé d'aller sauver sa petite nièce. Je l'ai simplement regardé se précipiter dans les flammes, jusqu'à être englouti par le feu. Dans ma vie précédente, le jour de notre mariage, un incendie avait éclaté à l'hôtel. Mon fiancé et moi avions réussi à nous échapper à temps, mais sa petite nièce, sans lien de sang avec lui, était restée prisonnière. Les flammes étaient trop violentes. Alors que mon fiancé voulait s'élancer pour la sauver, je l'avais retenu de toutes mes forces. Quand le feu avait été éteint, il ne restait plus rien du corps de sa petite nièce. Mon fiancé disait qu'il ne m'en voulait pas, mais le jour de notre troisième anniversaire de mariage, il avait acheté deux billets de plongée pour moi et mon fils. À cent mètres sous l'eau, il avait arraché nos tuyaux d'oxygène avec un rictus cruel. « Puisque tu m'as empêché de sauver Élina ce jour-là, tu aurais dû payer de ta vie. » Je pleurais en lui criant que notre fils était innocent, mais il s'était détourné sans un regard en arrière. Mon fils et moi étions morts asphyxiés. Ce n'est qu'après ma mort que j'avais compris : Mon fiancé avait toujours aimé passionnément sa nièce sans lien de sang. Il me haïssait de l'avoir empêché de la sauver et de l'avoir privé à jamais de son amour. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais revenue au jour de l'incendie…

Draven’s lips left mine to trail down, from my jaw to my bosoms, kissing and sucking. Damien’s arms were still wrapped around me, immense pleasure and uncanny hunger coursing through me as he pressed his hard bulge against my ass, his towel, the only barrier between us. Suddenly, I whimpered, throwing my head back when I felt someone part my legs underneath before sliding my panty to one side and kissing me there. “No... Darius...” My voice wavered and trembled as I tried to close my legs, but Damien held it open from behind and bit my ear lobe softly, chuckling as I whimpered so hard to the point of sobbing. I had never felt such indescribable pleasure before, it was all so overwhelming. "Leave your legs open." He whispered, biting my ear softly *** Anastasia, a victim of abuse, is sold to the Lycan Devil Triplets in a desperate turn of events. They offer her freedom in exchange for bearing their child. As their relationship deepens, Anastasia discovers her own extraordinary powers and faces challenges from jealous concubines and dangerous foes. Together, they unravel the truth about her mother's captivity and unite against their enemies, forging a path to love and redemption.

Malayo naman ang Cebu sa Manila—dahilan kung bakit pumayag si Anastasia Ocampo sa proyekto na kaniyang dinaluhan sa Pilipinas, ngunit pagkarating niya sa meeting place ay nandoon ang lalaking pinakang iniiwasan—Mr.Tanner Grimes—pinakabatang multibilionare; ama ng kaniyang kambal na anak. Dalawang paraan lang ang alam niya; una 'wag na wag pagkitain ang mag-aama. Pangalawa, ay tapusin agad ang proyekto.

My twin sister died in my arms with his name on her lips. Five years later, I wear red lipstick and heels to seduce the man who murdered her. ~ Five years ago, Anastasia’s world ended in gunfire and ash. Her entire family was slaughtered on her eighteenth birthday, by the man her twin sister loved. Left for dead, Anastasia was saved by a stranger. Broken, enraged, and alone, she was taken in by a woman who taught her how to disappear… and how to kill. Now, she’s Skye, trained to seduce, infiltrate, and destroy. Her mission is simple: get close to Nikolaus Volkov, close enough to break him. But killing him isn’t enough. She wants to make him suffer, to crave her, to need her. And when he’s completely at her mercy… she’ll rip him apart the way he tore her world to pieces. A kiss meant to disarm ignites something deadly, Desire. Obsession. Confusion. Nikolaus is not the cold-blooded monster she expected. He’s worse. And yet, with every stolen glance and kiss, Skye begins to slip. Revenge was the plan. Desire was never part of it. Now, she’s playing a game she might not win. Under Her Skirt: The Last Kiss is a dark, twisted mafia romance of seduction, revenge, and ruin, where every kiss could be a betrayal… and every heartbeat could be your last.

With Alpha Cain…there's just something with him that makes my blood boil to the hottest degree, my mind roaring with spite and disdain every time I look at him in the eyes. I often ask myself, "Am I really sure to be the Alpha's Pet or am I just looking at the fastest way to die?" Maybe I'll never know the answer. Maybe I also knew the answer already. But deep inside, one thing's for sure: I hate Alpha Cain. But I also like some part of him. And I hate that part of myself that liked the part of him. *** Anastasia is an I-don't-fucking-care type of Omega who, because she's already bruised outside and broken deep inside, just accepts whatever comes her way. But Alpha Cain somehow liked her wicked mouth. She's the only Omega who can talk back to him with enough sarcasm and wits that most of his pack members lack of. And in the tradition of most packs, whether in every year, months, or even weeks and days, the Alpha will choose among Omegas as his Pet: a more accurate term for his personal bed warmer. It is an actual title in a pack reserved to only one person, with benefits and privileges on its own. And because Anastasia accidentally became drunk the night Alpha Cain tested her skills in bed, she rode so wild and satisfied the Alpha more than he expected. And a hate-to-love, pet-to-lovers tale began to unfold.