Dark Moon Chapter 7

Paano kung ang Supremong hinahangaan at iniibig ng lahat ay may itim na lihim na kailan man ay hindi pa nabubunyag? Tapos aksidente mo itong nalaman at natuklasan? Ito ngayon ang nangyari kay Acey Marie Fuentes. Ang babaeng nakatulaklas sa sekreto ni Damon Louis Grando, o kilala bilang “Sumpremo” sa kilalang Unibersidad. Maraming tanong ang pumapasok sa isipan ni Acey ngunit walang sagot— walang sumasagot. Marahil hindi niya alam ang gagawin niya sa araw na madamay ang buong angkan niya. Ngunit, sa alang-alang ng pag-ibig at pagmamahal ay gagawin niya ang lahat na alam niyang tama. Will Acey shout it loud? Or keep it self? Then, what's next? What's the secret? Come and join, and be part of their story titled THE SUPREME DARK SECRET, reveal the hidden truth.

Abducted at the young age of 10, groomed by a mistress specialized in raising girls for special duties and catering to needs of sick depraved men, Isabella Blanchet had her life planned out for her before she got the chance to dream and make wishes. That was until she crossed paths with him, Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Moretti family. A legend to some, a scary bedtime story to get children in bed and a nightmare to all who crossed him. Some would go as far as calling him the boogeyman. Would he succeed in sinking her into the darkness or will she be the only ray light in his dark world?

He was born from shadows. She was born to destroy them. When Elara, a witch with forbidden blood, is dragged into the cursed kingdom of Prince Kael, she becomes the only one who can break his centuries-old curse. But every spell she casts binds her closer to him—body, soul, and heart. He’s dangerous, seductive, and cursed to crave what he cannot have—her light. She swore to free him, not fall for him. But the deeper she ventures into his darkness, the more she realizes... maybe she was never meant to save him. Maybe she was meant to join him.

"Have you ever loved me, even once?" I hummed when I herd that. Ridiculous. The tall man falling in a pool of blomanod. The scarlet stained his still perfectly delicate face. I never expected a proud Mafia King of all the underground, in the last few minutes of his life, would humbly say this insane words to me -- One who dreams of sending him to hell every day and night; one who could only become his eternal enemy. "No," I didn't spare even a glance to the man on the ground, replied ruthlessly and clearly in hatred, "Never."

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly as she placed her hands on the hard surface of his chest. "I don't want you to run this time." He responded. She could feel the deep rumble of his voice through his chest as she slid her hands down an inch over his pectoral muscles. It was an involuntary move but as she felt his chest flex beneath her touch, she couldn't help but feel proud that she caused a reaction in him. His breath fanned over her lips and subconsciously her tongue darted out to wet them. "You don't want me to run?" Juliet asked as she regained her footing, and he slid his hands up to her rib cage slowly. "No." His voice was hard and firm. "No running." "No running from what?" She knew what he was saying but she wanted him to do something about it. It was a burning need racing through her body. Her eyes closed as the tip of his nose brushed against hers. "Me." At that moment her world stopped, and she refused to wait a second longer. She eagerly pressed forward to grab his lips with her own. They were soft and warm, but she only had a moment to dwell on that fact before he kissed her back with a heavy passion. One of his hands left her side to weave its way into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. ❤️ He was dangerous, she just didn't know it. He was willing to give up everything for her. All he wanted was a woman he could call home. What happens when she learns his secret? What happens when his secret risks her life?

"You don’t know what you’re playing with." He murmured, His hand traced a slow path down my arm, fingers firm but deliberate, sending a shiver straight to my core. "You are scared" “I’m not.” I whispered. He smiled. “You should be.” Before I could think, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto mine, rough, urgent, claiming and fierce, consuming fire of his touch. "I can't stop. I don't won't to." Then he claimed my lips again. And soon, my lips moved. I was kissing back. This shouldn’t be happening. Just then footsteps echoed. “Rylan—stop, someone’s coming—” But his hands only gripped my waist tighter, holding me still. he whispered. “Let them. I don’t care.” then his lips crashed against mine, harder. I tried turning away but he grabbed my neck and stuck his tongue into my mouth. "Rylan please." my eyes dart to the door. "Stop." I struggled. His hand slipped down to grab my ass. Squeezing it tightly. "If you weren't wearing a jean, I would have stuck my fingers right into your holes. Fuck." He hissed then continued. A light knock sounded at the door followed by the twisting handle. No! ★ Some-secrets are born in fire... and some desires, forged in darkness. Alyssa Milano carries a past she can’t outrun-one soaked in blood, silence, and a secret that could ruin her. At fifteen, her innocence was stolen. Rylan Russo is danger, ruthless, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. When he sets sights on Alyssa, their worlds collide in a storm of obsession and desire. Is this a love story tocall? In a world where trust is poison and passion is a weapon, Alyssa must choose her path. A dark, twisted romance where survival comes at a cost.

He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. Good God, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his. When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild. Fuck, yeah, his little hellcat was back – and he hoped he had the scratches to prove it later. **** Eight months ago, Warren “Derby” Kane took one wrong turn, and ended up trapped inside the Fallen Angels MC. Patched in, owned by the club president, and racing toward a dead end, Warren knows his life is already forfeit. What he doesn’t know is that the road he’s on is about to lead him to the one woman who could make it worth living... if she doesn’t hate him first. Six years ago, Shaylene Alcott clawed her way out of the Highway Hellions. So when she’s kidnapped by the Fallen Angels and locked in a remote cabin with Warren, her worst nightmare comes true. He’s everything she despises… or so she tells herself. Stranded together, Warren and Shay discover shared scars, shared rage, and one impossible truth: for the first time, they have a choice. Freedom. Each other. But choosing love means running forever – and the Fallen Angels don’t forgive. When the past comes hunting, will love be enough to keep them alive?

Dylan Glenn Samaniego loved Hera Armida Saavedra even before when they were kids. Hindi niya alam kung kailan ito nagsimula, actually pero ang paraan ng pagpapapansin niya sa dalaga ay ang asarin ito. Kahit noong mga bata pa sila, palagi niya itong pinapaiyak kaya naman nabuo ang inis sa kanya ni Hera hanggang magdalaga. Binago ni Dylan ang diskarte. Hindi na niya inaasar si Hera pero binabakuran na niya ito, na nagdala ng kalituhan sa puso ng dalaga. Kilalang babaero si Dylan pero bakit siya nito binabakuran? Paano kung malaman ng dalawa na ang buhay at pag-ibig nila ay may kinalaman sa isang pangako na binitiwan sa nakaraan. At paano kung ang pangako na iyon ay nakasalalay na mabigyan ng katuparan sa katauhan nilang dalawa ?

WARNING ⚠️ This series are meant for 18+ and above. It contains Deliciously dark erotic tales of total surrender. “where Forbidden desires have no limits—priests fall, stepbrothers claim, women claimed and professors own. Thirty-five filthy and erotic stories. Zero mercy.”

“ถ้าไม่อยากสัก...เธอจะกลืนฉันแทนก็ได้” เสียงทุ้มต่ำกระซิบข้างใบหู ขณะที่ปลายนิ้วของเขาไล้วนตรงกลางเรียวขาเธอ พร้อมเสียงเครื่องสักที่ยังสั่นครืดอยู่ข้างลำตัว เขาไม่ได้มาขอรอยสักธรรมดา เขาต้องการ "รอยที่ไม่มีวันลบออก" และร่างกายของเธอ...ก็คือผืนผ้าที่เขาเลือกจะจารึกมันไว้ คืนเดียว กลายเป็นพันธะตลอดชีวิต และเมื่อเธอยอมให้เขา ‘สักตรงด้านในต้นขา’ เธอก็ไม่มีทางหนีจากเขาได้อีกเลย “อ๊ะ...เดี๋ยว...ฉันจะเสร็จ” “ก็เสร็จไปสิ...แตกใส่นิ้วฉัน ตอนที่เข็มมันกดชื่อฉันลงในตัวเธอ” “จำไว้ เด็กดี เครื่องนี้ไม่ใช่ของเธอ ร่างเธอก็เหมือนกัน”