Crackles Breath Sounds

Tensions are brewing inside the calm surface of Sylvestre Empire when the Crown Princess, Talia D'aureville was hereby executed to the guillotine. On the trial before the execution, Talia was sentenced to death for committing numerous of evil acts to the Slyvestrian. It was the death she cannot accept, for it was only base on unrealistic words to frame her up. In the dark path of the beginning of her death, she wished that if she was given a second chance to live, she will take her revenge and put all the wrong things into right—to get back and fight for her throne. Waking up while chasing her breath, she realized that she was back in the past. She comes up with a plan to start her revenge, to take back her throne, and to own what she lost in the past.

Jasmine Hunt is vacationing with her parents in South Pointe, Miami, for one last weekend together before she goes away to college. Zain Perez is a college senior on a full-ride baseball scholarship to USC, home for the summer. What neither of them know is that their lives are about to change forever. Jasmine is from an affluent family in Maine who wants her to date young men from society. Zain is from a Cuban family who wants him to meet a nice Cuban girl and settle down. They both made promises to their families that they intend to keep but can’t deny their attraction. Jasmine promised her mother that she would wait to sleep with a man until she was married. But Zain comes up with a solution: Get married Friday and divorced Monday, while having the time of their lives for just one incredible weekend before going back to college. Sounds like a plan. But what was supposed to be a casual liaison ends up being their heart’s desire. Join Jasmine and Zain as they learn what it is to sacrifice for the good of family. But will their love be the ultimate sacrifice? Just One Weekend is a novel of a first love so epic that neither of them can forget… or deny.

Cora Watson held onto her husband’s promise from three years ago and did whatever she could to please him. She loved him dearly even if he, himself forgot about his promise and shattered her heart, ruthlessly. Now, she’s had enough! She would get divorced from him and would never let him or anyone trample over her ever again! *** I watched as she bent her head and kissed his lips while gyrating her hips at the same time. She seemed to be on cloud nine as she rode him faster and harder. My breath was stuck in my throat. Though I could only see his side view I couldn’t miss the shirt on his body. He was still clad in a shirt though the lower half of his body was exposed. It was a shirt I had specially picked for my husband this morning. A custom-made shirt that I had gotten for him on his last birthday and he was currently on it while being fucked by another woman.

My dad urgently requested that I bring Jeffrey back as he was rushed to the emergency room following a car accident. I nodded, holding back tears, but deep down, I knew Jeffrey harbored resentment toward me. He blamed me for his shattered relationship, my inherited wealth, and for coming between him and his first love. Nothing could deter him from pursuing her, not even me. "Evalyn, today is Melinda's birthday. Can you just be reasonable for once?" He spoke these words amidst the familiar sounds of laughter before abruptly ending the call. Moments later, my dad took his last breath, his eyes wide open in a final, stark gaze. As I fulfilled his last requests, organizing everything as he had instructed, I decided to let Jeffrey go. It was only then that he began to regret everything…

He slammed her back against the closed door making her grit her teeth as she glared at him. “Camellia,” his voice was dripping with controlled fury yet that endearment rolled off his tongue in a raspy growl. “I don’t like other men touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing her jaw, his fingers firmly pressing into her cheeks as he made her hazel eyes look into his dark greys. “I’m not yours,” she said with gathered-up bravado though his intimidating presence made her feel so timid. He leaned closer as her eyes fell on the camellia flower that was inked on his neck. His hot breath tickled her lips as his intense stare lingered on her lips. “You’re mine, Camellia. Mine!” With a low growl, he crashed his lips on hers. DARK ROMANCE!

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.

As I turn to march out of the room, my feet stop and my breath hitches. "Bryanna. Why…” I whip back around and glare at them. "You aren't to use that name in public. Only when we are in private and alone.” Jacob flashes me a crooked smile. His eyes sparkle as he waves his finger around in the air. “We are alone. It is only us three in here.” He rests his arm on the table and gives me a cheesy grin, almost daring me to slap it off him. His t-shirt stretches tight against his muscular chest and accents his well-defined muscles. He has a true alpha body. The sparkle in his light brown eyes shimmers as he leans forward. In a deep, husky voice, he adds, “We know all your secrets. Plus, we can see your true self. The one nobody else can see because of the magic spell. Should I go on?” My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I stumble forward. How could he act like this? Bryanna, the heir to her pack, is forced into a contract relationship right before her eighteenth birthday which her father claims to be the best for both her and the pack. However, as she gets older, she soon realizes the contract relationship may not be the best choice for her, but it was a great choice for her father. When Bryanna and the contract are on the verge of falling apart, she faces a choice only she can make. Does she fight for the mate she can't detect at the risk of her secret coming out? Or does she sacrifice her happiness for the pack and her father's wishes while also keeping her secret buried?

“I was told that they called you a demon.” Elena Valdez said, glaring at the Alpha whose eyes darkened with amusement. The man stared at his mate, the cop who was here to put him behind bars, hungrily. “I didn’t get the title for no reason, little wolf.” Alpha Alvize D'Caprio said, smirking as he approached her. His hot breath hit her neck as he breathed in her scent, pinning her against the table she stood in front of, making it harder for her to focus, caging her between his arms. “And you, neonata, are mine.” *** Abandoned under the excuse of protecting him. Alpha Alvize goes to New York City for a revenge that would shake the ground of wolves. Would Elena be the angel to stop him? Or would she too, crumble under the ashes of his anger?

Khloe Anderson has never paid too much mind to her dad's occupation. She's the least bit impressed by the constant presence of bodyguards in the past. What she's always needed, is privacy, privacy, and more privacy. That's why she moved out as quickly as she could; to make a life for herself, where she didn't have to live under her father's radar. Her life now, pertains to her bakery/catering shop, that she's sincerely proud of; her greatest accomplishment. However, one unfortunate incident might just change her life forever. Logan Novak, the current CEO of the Novak Industries, is a player at heart. He's hot, rich, famous, and most of all, he's aware of all his attributes. He was raised to be a leader, and that is clearly shown by his past and his present. His future- wife, and kids- he's not so sure about that particular aspect. Actually, he hasn't thought much about it. A different woman every single night? That surely sounds amazing to him. But, he has a secret. A secret that he's not ashamed off, and one that might just change his life forever.

When I was surrounded by the rogue pack far from our territory, I mind-linked my mate, Alpha Luke, begging for help. He refused me fifteen times—and finally, he blocked the link entirely. In the end, I collapsed from exhaustion and lost consciousness, my wolf howling in despair. When I woke up in the infirmary, Alex, the commander of the Werewolf Tribe, was sitting quietly beside me. He was the one who had received my desperate mind-link. He led his warriors, crushed the rogues, and saved me from the jaws of death. Looking into his worried eyes, I no longer hesitated. I took a deep breath and said with unwavering resolve: “Alex, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go to the Northern Territory for training. I leave in 2 days.” Ten minutes later, Luke barged into the room with Kristy—his so-called adoptive sister—and our twin pups trailing behind. Before anyone could speak, he kicked the door open and pointed at me, shouting with cold fury: “You staged this stunt just to outshine Kristy? Do you realize how much warrior strength you wasted just to feed your vanity? You are not worthy to be a Luna!” My elder son, Chris, gave me a sharp glance and scoffed: “Where’s the wound, Mom? You look perfectly fine. Did you fake this just to get attention?” My younger son, Collin, stared at me, eyes filled with disappointment. He shook his head slowly and whispered: “Mom, did you lie to us again… just because we care about Kristy more?” Kristy gripped Luke’s hand, her voice trembling with fake innocence and tears falling down her cheeks: “I’m sorry, Christina… I won’t celebrate my birthday again. Please… stop causing trouble for Luke and the twins.” I clenched my fists, restraining my furious wolf, and stopped Alex from standing up for me. I watched the four of them turn and leave without a second glance. Then, I turned to Alex and said, with icy clarity: “This time, I have no hesitation, no regret. I’m leaving. I’ll go with you to the Northern Territory. And I won’t eat my words.”