Did Aaliyah Have A Daughter

Daddy brought me to Aunt Jenny’s party. As I was eating a piece of cake, I tasted a cherry between the layers and hurriedly spat it out. Once, I broke out in rashes after eating a cherry and nearly died, so I was deeply traumatized by that flavor even as a young child. However, Aunt Jenny looked heartbroken. “I hid a cherry in the cake as a little surprise, just like it’s good luck to get a bay leaf in a pie. How could you be so rude, Kenny?” Daddy did not even let me explain. He chased me out in the yard and made me stand there as punishment. Mommy said it had been more than a hundred degrees out lately, so she told me to stay home and not go out to play. Now I knew just how hot 104 degrees could be! My body was all itchy, too. I was finding it hard to breathe. I wanted to ask Daddy to forgive me, but he refused to open the door no matter how hard I knocked. He glanced at me coldly through the floor-to-ceiling window. He was not going to let me back in.

I was Alpha Damon’s Head Beta. For six years, I had been his partner in bed and his second-in-command. When he announced our mating ceremony, the entire pack celebrated. My dream was finally within reach. But then, outside his private trophy room, I heard him bragging about his “Luna trials.” And just like that, I learned the truth. I wasn’t his one and only. I was one of thirty candidates. He’d spent a month with each of us, grading our bodies, our submission, our performance. My score? Lower than an Omega’s. Lower than Lydia’s. “Fucking Lydia was incredible,” he boasted. “I could barely pull myself away. Then I look at Elysia—so stiff, so in control—and I’m just… bored.” Ice flooded my veins. My body went numb. Six years of devotion. Countless nights tangled in his sheets. It all meant less than a cheap thrill and a wolf who knew how to kneel. My heartbreak hardened into ice. I sent a message to an Alpha who had wanted me long ago. “Adrian, you once said your offer to mate was a standing one. Does it still stand? Damon and I are over now.”

My sister and I were promised in marriage by our father, Eses, the God of Skies. She was to wed Dexaldir, the Keeper of Fate, the one who recorded the destinies of gods and mortals. I was to wed Guerrian, the God of War. But on the day of our wedding, their beloved woman, Seraphine, leapt from the Starfall Spire, the ancient tower where even immortals would die if they fell. After that, the four of us lived together in harmony. We were praised as the most devoted divine couples in the Celestial Skies. A hundred years later, during the war between the Celestial Skies and the Phlegethon Legion, Guerrian and Dexaldir betrayed us. They lured us into a trap and handed us over to the Phlegethon Demons. My husband, Guerrian, smirked at me. "Seraphine, it must have hurt when you fell from the Starfall Spire. I have finally avenged you today!" Next to him, Dexaldir held up an emerald pendant that was given to him by Seraphine. He murmured affectionately, "Seraphine, this day has finally come. They will pay the price! Wait for me. I'll soon find you a way to regain your body." Only then did my sister and I understand. They believed that we forced Seraphine to jump. The Phlegethon Demons kept us alive for 16 days. 16 days of torture. They tore the divine core from my sister's chest, destroying both her body and soul. As for me, due to my innate beauty, I was humiliated to death by the demon leader. When I opened my eyes once more, we were back to the day when our father promised us our marriages. I turned my head and saw my sister looking back at me. I knew she had been reborn too. We both smiled. Before our father could finish speaking, I stepped forward and interrupted him, "Father, I have a different idea."

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️ This is an EROTICA Collection, 18+ only. Do not read if you're below that age. --- "You’re so warm,” he muttered, his hands gripping my waist as I began to move. A shudder ran through me as the rhythm built, my fingers clutching his shoulders for support while I rocked forward and back. “Fucking hell… you’re so good,” he groaned, pulling me closer. I leaned forward slightly, my hands resting beside his neck as I held onto him. “You like that?” I asked softly, my voice shaky. “You know I do,” he replied with a smirk. I moved again, slowly finding a rhythm, my breathing growing heavier with each movement. His hands tightened around my waist as the tension between us grew stronger. “We’re just getting started,” he whispered in my ear.

Na sétima vez em que combinei com Breno Lima de ir ao cartório buscar nossa certidão de casamento e fui deixada esperando, tomei a iniciativa de cortar todos os laços que ainda nos uniam. Se havia um encontro de amigos em que ele estava presente, eu simplesmente deixava de ir. Se ele era convidado para se apresentar na comemoração da escola, eu me retirava antes do início. Se a empresa decidia fechar parceria com ele, eu pedia demissão imediatamente. Até mesmo no Natal, quando ele veio me visitar em casa, inventei uma desculpa para sair e visitar outros amigos. Bloqueei seu número, apaguei-o da lista de contatos, cortei tudo sem deixar rastros. Não o procurei mais, e ele também não conseguiu me ver. Durante os trinta anos anteriores, passei a maior parte da vida apaixonada por ele, cuidando dele com todo o meu empenho. Só depois de ser deixada esperando pela sétima vez no cartório é que despertei. Não queria mais viver assim. Mesmo que fosse para ficar sozinha, não queria passar mais um dia e uma noite guardando uma casa vazia!

Marizell Socorro Acevedo found refuge in bed with Teo, her fuckbuddy. Being with Teo between the sheets was a way for Marizell to cope with her father’s death. Naniniwala siya na hindi aksidente and pagkamatay ng kan’yang ama ngunit wala siyang ebidensiya na mapatunayan ‘yon. Kahit na dumaan ang dalawang taon kakahanap ng ebidensiya, wala siyang napapala. In the morning, she would tire herself looking for leads and at night, she would get comfortable with Teo. But despite the kiss and touches she’d exchange with Teo, she didn’t feel anything. Marizell already lost hope until they finally found a strong lead. Desperate for her father’s justice, she had let go of her relationship with Teo. It was just the sex she’s after so it wasn’t hard for her to let go. Handa na si Marizell para makamit ang hustisiya pero nang malaman na isang makapangyarihang pamilya ang nasa likod ng pagkamatay ng kan’yang ama, imposibleng makakamit niya ang hustisiya. The powerful and vicious Valleros were behind her father’s death. She knew too well that it’s impossible, they’d kill her before she could even file a case. But she doesn’t lose her hope, if she can’t get justice, then she has to get her revenge. She’s thirsty for justice but she never imagines she could be thirsty for revenge too. Everything was in alignment with her plan when she received a proposal from the Valleros. An arranged marriage with one of their heirs. In a blink, Marizell knew what she needs to do. Keeping her enemies closer would be easier for her to destroy them. She was ready until she met Teo again. But this time, he wasn’t her fuck buddy anymore. He’s Mateo Vallero, the ruthless of them all. And the worst, he’s her fiancé’s brother. Now, she’s confused and dumbfounded. Her plans crumbled every time she’d feel his touch. Now, she doesn’t know what she wants. Would it be revenge or him despite committing sin after sin with him?

***WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE*** To the world, I am Alberto Morello. A ruthless asshole, merciless, dangerous, the definition of death. But to Francisco Blanco, I am his brother, his best friend, the man that swore to rule the world we live in alongside him. That’s why when he asked me to be the godfather of his only daughter, Isadora, I didn’t hesitate to accept. I may be a coldhearted bastard to just about everyone in this bloody world, but I swore to care for that little girl as my own. What I never expected was for that little girl to grow into the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I tried to fight the attraction, knowing that it was the one line I couldn’t cross. I couldn’t do that to my best friend, to his sweet girl. I am sick in all ways imaginable, and I couldn’t do that to them, to her… But when they both team up against me to get me to come back home after years staying away, will I be able to stop myself from falling into temptation? And if I do have a taste of the forbidden, will I be able to stop?

Pada hari yang telah dijanjikan untuk mencoba gaun pengantin bersama pemimpin mafia yang telah berpacaran denganku selama tujuh tahun, Raul Ghazali, aku membawa laporan pemeriksaan kehamilan dengan perasaan bahagia dan bergegas menuju butik pengantin. Namun, aku tanpa sengaja mendengar percakapannya dengan orang kepercayaannya. "Kemarin aku mendaftarkan pernikahan dengan Joanne hanyalah langkah darurat. Kakakku tewas dalam baku tembak antar-geng, dan dia mengandung satu-satunya anak dari Keluarga Ghazali. Kalau aku nggak memberinya status, dia dan anak itu nggak akan bisa bertahan hidup di Keluarga Ghazali." "Semua orang akan menindas mereka." Dia menjepit cerutu di antara jemarinya, suaranya dingin dan keras, tetapi terselip sedikit ketidakberdayaan. "Selain status, aku nggak bisa kasih Rivela apa pun. Tapi yang lain, aku bisa memberikan semuanya, cintaku, uangku. Hal ini sama sekali nggak boleh ketahuan sama dia." Aku menggenggam erat kertas hasil pemeriksaan kehamilan itu, hatiku seketika mati rasa. Aku meminta sahabatku membantuku mendaftarkan identitas baru, memastikan Raul tidak akan pernah bisa menemukanku lagi, lalu menghilang dari dunianya. Karena dia tak mampu memberiku dan anakku sebuah keluarga yang utuh, maka hubungan yang tercampur antara tanggung jawab dan kebohongan ini lebih baik diputuskan sampai di sini.

THIS BOOK IS THE BOOK 2 OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION; MY STEPBROTHERS ARE TRIPLETS. Three identical faces. Three dangerous hearts. One man who was never meant to choose. Born of secrecy and blood, Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano grow up hidden from the world—triplet daughters of three powerful Mafia men, raised to survive a legacy that should never have existed. When freedom finally comes at university, each sister steps into a different life… and unknowingly into the arms of the same man. Luca De Santis is everything their world is not—poor, principled, and untouched by crime. A law student with quiet strength and unshakable integrity, he never suspects the truth as he falls for three women who wear the same face differently. Fiorella challenges him with power and control. Marcella tempts him with fire and danger. Camilla soothes him with warmth and peace. But when Luca discovers the women he loves are sisters, and daughters of one of the most feared Mafia families alive….desire turns lethal. Obsession breeds rivalry. Secrets draw blood. And enemies close in, ready to exploit the one weakness the Romano family never planned for: love. As passion threatens to destroy sisterhood and history begins to repeat itself, Luca must make an impossible choice. Stay….and become the reason they fall apart. Or walk away, and break all their hearts to save their lives. Or choose one of them and let go of the others.

Quando eu tinha sete anos, o papai trouxe pra casa uma mulher bonita. Ela me deu uma caixa de mangas. Naquele dia, enquanto eu comia as mangas toda feliz, a mamãe assinou o acordo de divórcio e se jogou do prédio. Desde então, manga virou o meu pesadelo. Por isso, no dia do meu casamento, eu disse pro meu marido, Ivan Ribeiro: — Se algum dia quiser se divorciar de mim, basta me dar uma manga. Ele me abraçou em silêncio. Desde então, manga também virou o tabu dele. No quinto ano de casamento, na véspera de Natal, a amiguinha de infância dele, Rafaela Lima, deixou uma manga em cima da mesa do escritório. No mesmo dia, Ivan anunciou o fim da amizade com Rafaela e a demitiu da empresa. Naquele momento, eu achei que ele era o homem da minha vida. Mas meio ano depois, voltei do exterior com um contrato de um bilhão fechado. Na festa de comemoração, Ivan me entregou um copo de bebida. Depois de meio copo, Rafaela, a mulher que ele havia expulsado da empresa, apareceu atrás de mim, sorrindo: — Tá gostoso o suco de manga? Olhei pro meu marido, incrédula, enquanto Ivan tentava segurar o riso: — Não fica brava, a Rafaela insistiu pra eu fazer uma brincadeira com você. — Eu nem te dei uma manga de verdade, só um suco de manga. — Mas olha, acho que ela tem razão, o seu problema com manga é exagero! — Você estava bebendo toda animada agora há pouco! De cara fechada, levantei a mão e joguei o resto do suco no rosto dele. Depois, virei as costas e fui embora. Algumas coisas nunca são brincadeira. Manga não é. E o meu pedido de divórcio também não.