Deja Babe Xxx

"Please don't do it!"She pleaded, seeing the gun in my hand which was ready to fire."I beg you!"She was crying, it was hurting me to see her sobbing so badly, but I had no choice...I have to do this."I thought, you love me!" She yelled at me with a hint of disgust in her voice and hate in her eyes.I let out a small chuckle at her innocence, "I do love you babe, but someone has to pay the price for betraying me. ""It is a huge misunderstanding...Please, listen to me. " I ignored her, I wish it has to be the same way as she said, but it wasn't. I never felt so betrayed before."Andrew...Think twice, " Sam spoke, entering the room, looking shocked yet worried."I've decided, it's already too late to stop me, Sam, before I change my gun's direction to your head, move back and handle her so I won't miss my aim, " I responded with a voice filled with venom.He didn't utter a word after that as She was screaming at me with all the energy she had. I didn't believe I was doing this, I wasn't only punishing someone but her and myself as well in the process.The sound of a gun fired echoed in the room, everyone remained stunned as the flood of blood made its way down the ground, it was sort of satisfying to me, I took my revenge.....------Read the book to know more...

Compré en línea a un íncubo atractivo, uno de esos que vienen con esa distancia que seduce. Pero respiraba tan fuerte, con un jadeo grave atorado en la garganta, y me observaba sin parpadear. Su temperatura era tan alta que, al rozarme, sentía que podía quemarme. Pensé que quizá estaba enfermo y corrí a contactar a Soporte al Cliente. —¿Podrían ayudarme? Mi íncubo respira muy pesado, está muy caliente y no deja de mirarme… Después de escuchar mi explicación, cayó un silencio incómodo al otro lado. —Señorita… ¿no será que no está enfermo, sino hambriento? —Y lo que quiere no es medicina, sino besarla o… algo más.

（Sequel of Pregnant and rejected by my alpha mate. Can be read alone. ）Today I had my first kiss. It wasn’t planned. It was also with a complete stranger. As I walked through the halls of my school, Higala Shifter Academy, I paused when a familiar sense washed over me. My boyfriend, Scott, was nearby, and he wasn’t alone. “You are so naughty, Scott,” the she-wolf Sarah chuckled. “Only for you, babe,” he replied, muffled as her lips closed around his. At that moment, I felt sick to my stomach. “Oh, Scott. Stop it. You know we can’t be seen together. What if your girlfriend finds us?” “She’s in class. She’s never late. You don’t need to worry.” My heart was heavy in my chest, but also a wave of fury and resentment crossed me.“Lila?” Scott breathed, staring at me in shock “What are you—” Before he could get the entire question out, I turned to the gentleman beside me, placing my hands on his shoulders and pulling him toward me. He went easily, though his eyes showed nothing but confusion. I closed my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t have to see his expression any longer. Then, our lips touched. Later, I walked into my class but found,It was him… The man I kissed only moments ago in the hallway. The man I had given my first kiss to, was my professor.

Siempre tuve el presentimiento de que Mateo fue obligado a casarse conmigo. Pero cada noche en la intimidad, cuando estábamos juntos, él prefería acariciarme y ayudarme con sus manos antes que realmente hacerme suya. Con el tiempo, mi corazón empezó a enfriarse y, ya cansada de sentirme rechazada, decidí pedir el divorcio. Pero la noche antes de imprimir los papeles, escuché por accidente una conversación en la terraza entre Mateo y sus amigos. —Mira, no es por meterme, —dijo uno de ellos—. pero la deseas como un loco, entonces ¿por qué no la tocas? Tienes a una mujer perfecta a tu lado. —Las mujeres no soportan que las ignoren —agregó otro—. Si sigues reprimiéndote así, algún día se irá con otro hombre, y después te arrepentirás. Mateo guardó silencio un momento antes de responder en voz baja: —Su piel es demasiado delicada… su cintura tan fina y sensible… Si pierdo el control, podría asustarla. Además, es mi mujer, tengo que ser cuidadoso con ella. Si alguna vez necesita buscar consuelo en otro lugar… tampoco pasa nada. Mientras siga queriendo volver a mi lado, yo seguiré cuidándola y consintiéndola. Al escuchar eso, varios amigos soltaron una risa burlona. —Ya deja de hacerte el santo, si lo fueras, entonces deja de buscar esas cosas a escondidas en Google. Esa misma noche, movida por la curiosidad, abrí el historial de su navegador. Había más de cien búsquedas… y todas decían lo mismo: “Finalmente me casé con la chica que he amado en secreto durante años. Tengo un fuerte deseo por ella… ¿cómo puedo hacerla disfrutar sin lastimarla ni dejarle un trauma?”

Four years after Selene's humiliating rejection from being Luna.Selene is brought back to the famous land of Ironclaw pack once again. She takes no time in reintroducing herself as the new sensual sensation she is,a wealthy fiery temptress with a cunning mind. Selene says she returns for her job alone but deep down in her veins,she knows the name of what brought her back.The self destructive need to inflict as much pain as she can on him and everyone who wrongfully judged her.The raging storm in her was revenge fueled by hate But there is a thin line between love and hate and with every glance,glare,and the deja vus of heated touch,it becomes painfully clear to Selene that the line was slowly vanishing. But that is Alpha Ares’ plan all along,he desperately wants to win his cold luna back. Even at the cost of things he once held dear;his pack,his family and something he never thought could be taken from him…his self-control.

—Tío, por favor, te lo suplico… ayúdame a quitarme esta cosa… En cuanto la mejor amiga de mi hija se levantó el vestido, vi algo que parecía sacado de otra época: un cinturón de castidad con un candado que solo un hombre podría abrir. Justo cuando la jovencita se lanzó hacia mí con los ojos llorosos, su compañera de departamento de treinta años llegó a la casa y se puso celosa al vernos. Con unas copas encima, se quitó la chaqueta y también se lanzó hacia mí. —Hazte a un lado, niña, deja que los adultos… tengan una buena charla... Una era una jovencita dulce y la otra era una mujer madura con un cuerpo increíble. Ya no pude contenerme…

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

Hunter Webster is the Alpha's son; the next Alpha in line once he turns 18 but to humans, he's just the mayor's son, a bad boy and an embodiment of trouble. Hunter has a secret; his bad-boy attitude was just a cover-up for the grave sin he's committing until a girl from his past came into the picture, ready to win over his heart and unravel his darkest secrets.Babara Arnold attracts trouble everywhere she gets to, even if it is at school or home. She meets Hunter Webster after several years and in the process of trying to avoid the bad boy, she keeps on getting thrown into his hands. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I could hear murmuring around us."Eating, just like you three" he replied"You can't sit here," I warned."Why?" "You're trouble," I replied."Is that surprising? You see me in leather jackets, bikes and I have tattoos as well. Isn't that enough to let you know that boys like that are usually trouble? You don't have to state the obvious, Babe" He answered. "You need to leave" "If you want your cousin to be safe, you'll sit like the good girl that you are and have breakfast" He warned.I turned to look at Pinky and I could see the discomfort on her face. The guys with her waved at me to my disgust."Sit Babara. Don't make me hurt somebody else today? Yesterday was enough for me," He growled in an inhuman manner.

“F*ck, you’re so tight, babe!” I put a hand over my mouth as I peeked through the gap in the door. “I like it! I like it! Harder, Dan!” Gia moaned, nearly losing her mind. “I don’t think we’ll be able to do this anymore, since you’re getting married tomorrow,” Gia said, breathless. “Even if I’m married, I’ll still pound you hard like I’m single,” Daniel replied between breaths, continuing to thrust into Gia—while Gia glanced toward where I was and smirked at me, as if to mock me. Yes—she could see me clearly. And it felt like she asked Daniel that on purpose, as if it was something they did all the time. I used to think Daniel was such a gentleman because he never asked me for that kind of thing. Turns out, he was getting it from someone else. Inside the room, I could see my fiancé, Daniel, completely naked behind his childhood friend Gia—who was also completely naked. I didn’t even realize the tears were falling until I felt them on my cheeks, still staring at their filthy act. I thought I would be the one to surprise him—but I was the one who ended up shocked. I didn’t stay to watch what happened next. I left and wiped my tears away. “Just wait,” I whispered into the air, “and you’ll see how Althea Bailey gets her revenge…”