Crackling Sound In Lungs

“Abram, please… give me the ring,” she sobbed, tears streaking down her naked skin as she fell to her knees before the man she once called her husband. His cruel laughter filled the room, the sound of a predator savoring his prey. “Crawl to me,” he ordered, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. She was drowning in guilt...for she had taken her sister’s life. He was consumed by vengeance...already plotting her ruin. What began as a marriage built on convenience has rotted into a cage of hatred and regret. One night will ignite a storm of passion, punishment, and twisted redemption that will bind them together in ways neither can escape. In this tale of obsession, betrayal, and burning desire, can two broken souls survive each other, or will love itself become their final weapon? Explicit Dark Romance 18+ | Read at Your Own Risk

"Stay away from me you monster!” I screamed at the top of my lungs while I sat there breathless and sweaty. My dress was ripped in half and my hair stood in my face. My eyes were furiously staring at him while I tried releasing my tied hands. ******* “Who the f**k are you, Levi? You can't just barge into my life and expect me to answer your every question.” I retorted, my blood already heating up. “Savannah, how could you keep our child a secret from me? Is this your way of punishing me for what happened between us?” His voice reverberated with an intense wave of anger. “Levi, I never wanted to keep her from you. You never gave me the chance to talk. You cut me off from everyone and everything. I was scared…scared of how you would react, scared of the consequences for both her and me,” I replied with tears streaming down my face. Levi interrupted me before I could finish what I was saying. It would have been helpful if he had taken the time to listen before interrupting. “Scared? Do you think that's an excuse? You denied me the right to be a father and be a part of her life. I won't stand for that” I tried explaining further, “Levi, I never denied you anything. You never gave me the opportunity, and I didn't know how to approach this situation. I wanted to protect her, to shield her from any pain or harm.” “Protect her? By keeping her away from her father? How could you be so selfish?

Katherine's sole purpose is to hunt down and kill every supernatural creature. She has her sights on the elusive Gabriel Priest, the last Pureblood Vampire. With murder and loss mounting on both sides, what will happen when the hunter becomes the hunted? Katherine finds herself trapped deep in a vampire nest where Gabriel intends to toy with her, torture her, then kill her. Only Gabriel can't seem to kill his new toy and Katherine can't stop her pulse from racing whenever he's close. Could Fate have something in store for these two destined enemies? ****** “Do your worst, Priest,” I taunt, coughing my lungs out. “Whatever you have planned, I've had worse.” The grin on his face sends a shot of fear straight to my heart, and I have a feeling that he's not going to make my death an easy one. “Oh, little lamb, you have no f**king idea who you're dealing with. I'm going to take my time with you, and when I'm done, you'll be begging me for your death.” With those lines, I knew my life was no longer mine; that Gabriel would enjoy every bit of torture he would inflict on my body. **** This book takes place in the same world as my Bratva Wolves books as well as Alpha Fenriz, but you don't have to read them to understand what's going on in this one. However, if you do feel like you want to get yourself acquainted with other characters mentioned in this book, please dive right in! 1. Alpha Kai 2. Konstantin: The Heartless Beta 3. Dimitri and Nikokai: Rejecting Fate Alternatively, all three above mentioned books are available in the collection called Bratva Wolves. 4. Alpha Fenriz

Lucia I'd lost my parents at a young age, been tossed from one abusive chaotic home to the other until I'd finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and had run away. Only running away had made it worse. **** I'd been stripped to almost nothing because of my stubbornness. My upper body was left uncovered and my breasts were on display, though that was the least of my problems. A tear escaped my eyes then and I watched it fall down to my chest and slide down my exposed breast. I turned to wipe my face with my arm but it barely worked. I was hot and sweaty. My eyes went back to the crowd and my gaze fell on someone sitting at the back. For a second, I forgot how my lungs worked. Bruno Inheriting a ruthless top mafia gang at a very young age did a lot of damage to someone. It certainly did a whole lot of damage to me. Fucked me up so bad I could no longer tell what was right from what was wrong. I didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought about it. It was who I was now and there was no going back. At least that was what I'd thought. Seeing her up there, hands tied above her head as she waited for whatever asshole was going to buy her at the auction caused some kind of reaction in me. It was enough to tell me that I should probably let someone else buy her so she could be their problem. Unfortunately I'd never been one to stop myself from making a wrong decision. So I bought her anyway. And who would have guessed? She turned out to be the best decision I'd ever made.

"We need to stop," I panted when he began kissing my neck, even though the last thing I wanted was for him to actually stop. "We should," he agreed, but made no move to put a distance between us. Instead, he snapped his hips forward, making my arms around his neck tighten as waves of pure bliss engulfed me. His hard bulge rubbed over my towel-covered apex, sending more heat to the area. "Again," I whispered, lifting my hips as he ground into me. My mouth parted open, allowing air to enter my burning lungs in gasps. "Like this?" he rasped, pressing his front further onto mine. "Oh ye-s," I stammered, lowering my hands to the hem of my towel to unwrap it, but he placed his hand on mine. I watched him with eyes blinking rapidly, a silent question passing between us. "Are you sure you want to unwrap that towel? Because I'm not sure I will be able to control myself when I see your delectable body." ********* A single signature on a piece of paper, turns Ronika's life upside within the blink of an eye. Her world of twenty years as the alpha's daughter shatters when she learns of her father's betrayal, during an attack by an enemy alpha. Forced into a foreign pack, as a servant to her enemy, alpha Quinlan, Ronika loses her status and the possibility of taking over after her father. There, she struggles with the reality and the growing feelings for the very man who ruined her life. She plans to play along, escape and avenge but does fate allow her? Secrets are uncovered, and the truth behind the agreement leaves Quinlan and Ronika in an unexpected position. Enemies are made, and the two must work together, or risk losing the war.

ALPHA SERIES: BOOK I Running as if it was nothing, every leaves I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. But an Alpha running away in his own wedding... I fell silent for a moment. Only the sound of the midnight air can be heard. But if you focus and listen carefully, countless of steps can be heard hitting the ground. They are following me. And before the mad werewolf even have his chance to give me a heavy punch, the only thing that is left was my piece of goodbye. A leaf that serves as wish and farewell for the pack he left. A ritual that makes a wolven be treated as if they are never been part of their Wolfpack. As is they are never been born in the first place. ‘Yah Vegi Yma Ellwafare' ( I give my farewell )

A seductive boss and his maid…… Note: This book contains a lot of steamy scenes….. "What can I help you with, sir?" Quinn asked, trying very hard to make her voice sound steady. "Your sexy body," he replied. She couldn't believe that he had just said such a thing. "Sir Henry, how could you say such a thing to me?" She asked, with innocence. "You act too innocent Quinn. I'm glad I wasn't deceived by your innocent face, if not I wouldn't have gotten to feel how good you are in bed." (Indeed he was a shameless Boss) When a billionaire falls for his maid, what lengths must he go through, in order to make her his??? Using dubious means to get into her panties, does that make him the antagonist or the protagonist???? Read this interesting boss/maid affair story to find out more …..

Hunter Vaugh, very known in the circuit of clandestine fights as The Sickle, was suspended form UFC for being a very unstable fighter and not being able to restrain his anger out of the rings. He is back to Portland and now dedicates himself to his bar, but he can’t adapt to this slow life. He’s a man who likes the sound of his Harley Davidson and to ride the curves of beautiful women. But behind that bad boy mask, all he desires is to have a woman that’s only his who will accept the beast that lives in him. Margareth Hanks is a veterinarian who just arrived in town, by a blow from destiny she sees herself face to face with Hunter turned into a wolf… He tasted Maggie’s soft skin, seduced by the her tempting scent, now Hunter is obsessed with this woman, he needs to have her at all cost.

"What are you doing Sebestian?" "What does it feels like I am doing" Sebestian whispered back while he let his fingers boldly strike over the quickly bulge in Allen pants. "Please stop, we can't do this here, and and you don't me as your omega so stop touching me" Allen whispered back, trying to sound firm but his hips jerking up to seek friction betrayed him and Sebestian just smiled smugly at him. "Even if I don't want you baby, but it doesn't matter you have right to flirt with anyone. Remember you are mine, only mine". Or the one where Sebestian can't keep his hands off of Allen, even he don't want him or Sebestian still behave like he own Allen, even he don't want him.

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.