Dave X John

WARNING 21+JANGAN BAPER, JANGAN EMOSI! TOKOHNYA EMANG NGESELIN MINTA DITABOK!--Velin yang merupakan seorang penjual bunga tidak pernah menyangka jika pertemuannya kembali dengan Sean di malam reuni SMA membawa petaka dalam hidupnya. Selama 5 tahun tanpa kabar, ternyata Sean tetap sama, seorang yang usil bahkan lebih dari itu. Sean gila! Penderitaan semakin menjadi, saat Sean mengklaim Velin sebagai miliknya. Bahkan Velin harus berurusan dengan nyawa setiap kali Sean berada di dekatnya. Sean bilang itu cinta. Namun, Velin bilang itu petaka!"Obsesiku itu kamu! Jika aku tak mampu memilikimu, sebaiknya dunia menelanmu." - Sean Varza NasutionLalu, alasan apa yang membuat Sean terobsesi pada Velin?

"Aku tidak pernah melihat kaisar iblis! Aku dengar dia tidak ada, mereka menyebutnya kaisar tanpa wajah, kursi kosong hingga raja boneka!" "Jangankan kau, makhluk-makhluk dunia bawah saja tidak pernah melihatnya. Walaupun dia ada, aku jamin dia adalah makhluk mengerikan seperti monster-monster yang membuat kegaduhan itu!" "Tidak ada yang tau seperti apa kaisar iblis itu. Dia mengunci dirinya di istananya selama beribu-ribu tahun. Jika dia bukan monster mengerikan, palingan dia adalah makhluk bodoh dan kikuk. Tidak kompeten." Lalu tiba-tiba saja, "tidak ada yang bisa mengalahkan keindahan kaisar iblis di ketiga alam sekaligus! Tidak ada. Dia benar-benar indah." Kaisar iblis sangat cantik.

"Nona, anda sudah minum terlalu banyak alkohol," bartender mengingatkan Karen. Gadis yang sedang berada disebuah bar. "Apa peduli mu?" Karen berteriak pada bartender itu sambil melihat dengan mata sayu, "tidak ada seorang pun yang peduli tentang perasaanku..." "Robin... Kau sungguh kurang ajar, sialan, jalang, aku akan membalasmu!" Karen berteriak memaki seorang bernama Robin, suara teriakan Karen ternyata menarik perhatian seorang pria. Netra pria itu menatap Karen sambil tersenyum sinis. Ia berjalan menuju Karen dan mengajaknya keluar, meninggalkan bar itu. "Siapa kau?apa kau sama dengan si Robin sialan itu?"

Kisah dua manusia yang sama-sama memiliki ketakutan dan trauma. Sama-sama memendam lelah yang tidak terucapkan. Mereka bertemu lalu saling jatuh cinta. Apakah cinta dapat menyembuhkan mereka berdua? Bagaimana mereka mengobati luka masing-masing?

Blurb One who thinks she is wolfless and one who hates his wolf became MATES. Moon goddess and her ways of pairing her creatures. *** Her uncontrollable sex drive drove her mate away from her. Ironic, right? He caught her having s*x for first time he met her. Not knowing what to do, he left her and now she was on the mission to get back her mate. what happens when secrets of her origin comes to lights disrupting their peaceful lives, will they be able to withstand it with the series of trails before them? Find out in Alpha's Slut Mate! PS: Slow paced, Leo and Rose Story from DMTO

The Moon Goddess and the king of the forest fell in love, but their love was that of a forbidden love. Separated by the rulers of earth they lived on but she bore his sons and daughter. Afraid that she couldn't care for them she cast them off into the clans beneath her along with her Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Pride and Greed. Because they were her children they suffered in many ways but they knew that they were the chosen ones and needed to endure all the sufferings so that one day, they could be happy.* Loyal to Wrath* For Their Sake* Honey and Mate (Sloth)* 8th Sin (Vampire x Werewolf)* Extra's - Envy's Lust* Lust & His Woman* Greed the Rogue* Pride's Lonely Road* Gluttony's Dance

Every girl at the age of eighteen, if left unmated, is forcibly volunteered for the Alphas Hunt. Hazel is no exception and also the only one who sees it, not as a chance to find a strong Alpha to take care of her, but rather as a ceremony that strips you of your free will and sends you out into the woods to be hunted like a deer. If she is claimed, she will be His. If she is not, she will return home in shame and be shunned from her pack. Hazel knows the ways of the Alphas, being the daughter of a Beta, but what she doesn't count on is the presence of the Lycan King. The leader of all is participating in his first-ever hunt, and she is his prey. ***Warning: This book contains a LOT of mature content such as strong language, explicit s*x scenes, Consensual & non-consensual BDSM, etc.***

Luna never wanted to be special. She only wanted to live quietly with her family, to prove herself at the Moonlight Festival, and to escape the shadow of failure that had haunted her bloodline for generations. But the Goddess chose differently. When she was marked as the Saint of the Moon Goddess, her life ceased to be her own. Saints carry blessings, but they also carry chains—chief among them, the law that a Saint can never claim a mate. That law shatters the moment she meets John. John is the Alpha of the most feared pack in the clan, a man whose crimson eyes strike terror even into his allies. To Luna, he is supposed to be the enemy. Instead, he becomes her savior—rescuing her from hunters, shielding her from danger, and igniting a bond that no divine law can erase. But the Moon Goddess’s blessing is also a curse. Every step closer to John is a step toward rebellion, and the packs are already watching her every move. The Lightning Pack wants her captured. The clan elders want her controlled. And in the shadows, enemies whisper about the Astex Token, an ancient relic tied to Luna’s bloodline that could change the fate of the supernatural world. As battles erupt and loyalties are tested, Luna is forced to choose between duty and desire. Can she obey the Moon Goddess and abandon her mate, or will she risk everything—her title, her family, and her life—for forbidden love? In a world where betrayal waits at every corner and even her destiny is a cage, Luna must decide what it truly means to be the Saint of the Moon Goddess… and whether a heart bound by fate can ever be silenced.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.    "What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.    "Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."   "Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.    "You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."    I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me. *** After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger. To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely. By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle. And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back. How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.