Custom Breathing Styles

Blurb Having no one in your life seems hard but for Ayato it’s only normal, so what if he doesn’t have anyone? As long as he have money. But the problem is he doesn’t have money too. No one to lean on + No money= Seige Ayato. Ayato decided to enter S University where they give everything for free and pays money , but when he entered the University that’s so good to be true he discovered it’s darkest side where he met Yuuki Toshita his assigned ‘Personal Trainer’. Personal Trainers in S University aren’t normal trainers that you expect to be, Personal Trainers there train other ‘things’. They train your body in different ways, they teach you different styles and positions in different ways. Ayato decided to apply the V Course to avoid other ‘lessons’ but one day Yuuki-sensei showed up in his dorm one day naked! What will Ayato do to avoid the ‘things’ he don’t wanted to do?

That night, I got off work early and brought home some late-night snacks. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of high heels carelessly tossed in the entryway and Gregory’s blazer thrown over the couch. His heavy breathing and the woman’s moans could be heard through the gap between the door and its frame. I was all too familiar with this sight. This time, I did not storm out like I used to. Instead, I sat quietly at the dining table and finished my cold pizza.

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

“You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men who were chasing you because of the debt you owe them. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back." Ava Peterson's life is in danger, and it leads her to a mysterious man whom she bumps into. He offers her a role as his sex slave in exchange for saving her, promising her protection. Desperate to save herself and be free from all her problems, she agrees. Eventually, she discovers that he's not just a total stranger with desires to claim her body, but someone who plays a very significant part in her past.

The Vale family was the most powerful mafia syndicate in the New York City. And I—along with a few other carefully chosen girls—had been handpicked to join their ranks, trained from the ground up so that the next head of the family could choose his wife from among us. Wife. That was the kinder word for it. The truth was whoever got picked would become his shield, his weapon, his most loyal protector. Someone who would kill for him. Die for him. Years passed. One by one, the others fell away. In the end, only Elara Quinn and I remained. And then, Elara died—killed on a secret mission. After that, there were no more choices left. I became Adrian Vale’s wife by default. I had given everything to Adrian. And I loved him. I thought he loved me too until I took a bullet to the chest—meant for him. As I lay there, barely breathing, I heard Adrian talking to his assistant, “Don’t bury her in the Vale cemetery. My half is reserved for Elara.” That was it. Elara—who had never even lived long enough to marry him—still had a space carved beside him in death. I? I had taken the hit that should have ended him… and yet I wasn’t even good enough to be buried near him. I slowly closed my eyes. And when I opened them again, I was back on the day the Vale family formally announced Adrian as their new head. The day everything began.

BOOK 1.0 OF THE THALORIAN PANTHEON SAGA A caged bird. A puppet. A pawn. Penelope Verdant has spent her entire life living and breathing for her family. Married to the most eligible billionaire bachelor, Charles Halstead, for four years, she has found happiness and love in his arms. Until the day of their fourth anniversary. Her illusions of her marriage are shattered when she catches her loving husband and her twin sister in bed together. Feeling betrayed, used and shattered, she wants a divorce. Except, her husband refuses to let her go. Backed into a corner, Penelope seeks help from a man she should never have met. A man so elusive that no one has seen his face. A man called the Devil of Deals. Desperation turns Penelope into a monster burning for revenge. But the desire for vengeance burning in her blood makes her blind to the dangers of dancing with the Devil. He promises vengeance, but she knows he'll ruin her. It was supposed to be simple. He was to help her divorce her husband. But with the devil, nothing is ever simple. Her path from pawn to queen is lined with tribulations from hell. When obsession runs thicker than blood, when gods are reborn, and when retribution is paid in full, she'll be too deep in the devil's bed to care. (Warning: this story contains mature themes including but not limited to: explicit sexual content, unhealthy obsession, forbidden love, body harm, physical and sexual abuse (not between main characters), violence, taboo family dynamics, and profanity. Viewer discretion is adviced. The characters of this story are all equally damaged, flawed, and morally gray. If this sounds like your vibe, dig in. But be careful, lest you fall into the Devil's bed.)

"Take off your mask," "You are in my territory now, you can't order me and I already said that I am not you mate." His presence made her want to get close to him and give up her worries in his embrace but she clenched her hands by her side not giving in. Taking slow steps toward her, he entered her personal space and leaned forward. She could the heat of his body and his breath on her face. Just a little longer, she could do this. Her breathing increased, coming out harsh and uneven and her legs almost gave out with the need to touch him hitting her hard "Then why do you hide your scent. " ... After an accident, Riona lost her father, and she gained a wound on her face that made people believe she had to live her life with a scarred face. she used a mask to hide her face from the world and let them judge her. After becoming the luna saw was betrayed and murdered by her best friend and her fiancee who were after her pack. After going back in time right before her life took a wrong turn, her trust in people had been shattered. In her new life, she seeks revenge and discovers the hidden truth behind being a rear white wolf. She encounters her true mate but can't accept him because of her trust issues. Lennox is the alpha of the strongest pack but with all his achievements he needed his mate with him, when he meets her, she denies being his mate but he will stop at nothing until he claims her as his.

In this present reality where the heavenly and human domains impact, Luna Everhart winds up amid a tragic battle for adoration and acknowledgment. As the strong Alpha, she has consistently yearned for her perfect partner, the one bound to be her pack's future Alpha close by her side. Yet, destiny has a brutal contort coming up for her. At the point when Luna meets the cryptic and enthralling Leo Blackwood, she's persuaded she has tracked down the missing part of her spirit. As the Alpha of her pack, Leo is all that she has always needed areas of strength for and is furiously defensive. In any case, their sprouting love is compromised when an old prescience predicts an association that could redirect their pack's set of experiences. As insider facts about Luna's past start to disentangle, she finds a stunning truth that takes steps to destroy her reality. The Moon Goddess has picked her for a higher reason, one that conflicts with custom and difficulties the profoundly instilled rules of the pack. Devastated and broken, Luna should face the hard decision between her profound longings and her obligation to the pack. As she wrestles with her personality, she should likewise explore a misleading snare of misdirection and -out that could cost her the affection she longs for and in addition put her whole pack at risk. In " Rejected by Her Mate," join Luna on a grasping excursion of self-disclosure, penance, and boldness as she battles for an adoration that challenges predetermination itself. Will she track down the solidarit by to face progress in years-old practices and fashion her way? Or on the other hand, will she surrender to the tensions of the pack, leaving her heart perpetually in the possession of destiny?

“Please…please…don’t….” My breathing heavy and loud, were I aggressively gripped on the table not wanting to let go. He was fucking inserting it, and hitting it in the right spot, I fucking enjoyed it when he fuck me in this position, bent fully on the table with him banging me from behind. “You fucking girl.” He slapped hard on my ass that it immediately had my pussy convulsing with squirt. None stop he was ruining me from that angle whereas I was trying to hush down my voice, after all we were in his office. How scandalous would it be if someone should find us like this, me half naked with my professors pants dropped to the ground, were his dick was connected to my pussy from behind. “Ahhh….Mr Grey” I choked on the moan, Christian had his hand on my neck pressing me harder on the table, I couldn’t even breathe with the amount of pleasure he was bloating me with. Yeah, I was fucking my professor, an aspiring nun was committing such a brutal sin in her professors office. He turned me into this sex animal who was at his beg and call. Did I enjoy it? Yeah I fucking loved it but it was soon going to get me ruined, sooner then I expected.