Dogs Stomach Rumbling

THIS BOOK HAVE A TOUCH OF DARK ROMANCE, SO IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR WEAK FL AND LOVING ML, PLEASE STAY AWAY. .... NOT ADVISABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. AND LASTLY, THIS BOOK IS AN ENEMIES TO LOVER TROUPE WITH A STRONG FL. ~~ XOXO ........ Disgusted by the Pack members, maltreated by her father, his step wife and daughter, Loretta’s life was a living hell. Waiting patiently for her mate when she turned twenty years, her wait became a nightmare, when her father married her off to Alpha Lorenzo, the great Alpha of North and South America packs. Loretta wasn't happy with the marriage, but couldn't stop it since her father already planned it, and will kill her if she doesn't agree to the marriage. Though she had heard rumours of Alpha Lorenzo being ruthless and cold, still, Loretta had a glimmer of hope inside of her. But her hope was shattered when Alpha Lorenzo coldly said to her, “ I don't regard you as my wife and Luna, and I never will!” “ This is just an agreement between me and your father, and trust me, in less than a year, I will destroy the relationship that binds us together!” Loretta's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, as she realised that this was just another way to suffer. “ We will pretend to be loving couples in front of others, but inside, you're nothing to me!” Six months later, Lorenzo couldn't get enough of his wife, Loretta. She became the light in his dark world, and the heaven in his hell. “ I know that I swear to unbind the relationship between us, but I'm willing to extend it, wifey.” He said to her, “ Only for your sake.”

Warning!!! Dearest gentle reader, this book is highly rated 18+..... It contains mature content, explicit words, BDSM, and hardcore sex. If you like soft romance, reader's discretion is adviced. “You are mine now, Aria. Look at him like that again, and I will not only disown him as my son. I will have his manhood cut off, toss it to the omega she-wolves, and make them choke on it while he watches as he bleeds to death,” he whispered. His voice was low. Deep. Dark. Curling around me and causing my stomach to flutter. ******** Aria Nightwind was born to rule. She is the firstborn daughter of a noble bloodline, trained in the art of war and politics. She has spent her life proving herself to her father, but no matter her effort or sacrifice, she was never enough because she was a girl child. The only one she was enough for was her mate, or so Aria thought, until she caught him in bed with her brother! Humiliated, rejected, and on the verge of losing her birthright to her younger brother, Aria took up a new challenge of fighting for the one thing that is rightfully hers… - Zane Blackstone is a 6 black-inked beast in regal attire. Alpha King. Billionaire. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Unhinged. Wild and with an inborn likeness for anything sinful or forbidden. He doesn't forgive or feel. He closed off his heart after the death of his wife. His empire was built on years of hard work, sacrifice, resilience, self-denial, and discipline. He had everything figured out for himself. He didn't believe in love or romance… All he wanted was sex… Well, that was a sudden twist in events that made him cross path with Aria, his Son's ex-mate.

Morgan loved him with her entire heart. She sacrificed everything for him, her life, her family, her career, her dignity, all in the hope that he would love her back. "What are these?" Morgan whispered her voice shaky, staring at the papers tossed on the table. She looked up at her husband of three years. "Dante, what is this?" "Sign the papers. We're getting divorced." He said with a straight face. Just like that, all the years of her life spent loving him and pining after him wasted like that. The baby in her stomach she had planned to tell him about weighed heavily on her mind. But a divorce? She hadn't seen that coming. "I was with you only because you looked like her." He proceeded to say. "Sign the papers and get out of my house." Once his first love returned, he was quick to cast her away like used trash. Morgan, determined to move on with her life, left him. He had no idea who she was. It was time for her to come back home. After the breakup, fate brought them back together. But the Morgan of now was no longer the sad girl in love with him. Now the CEO is the Rosewood Enterprises, she vows to reclaim her life back. Dante realized he was in love with her, and tries to get her back. But there's a new man in her life now. Will she forgive Dante, or will she move on from him completely? How will she handle the challenges thrown at her? How will she continue to rise to the top and overthrow her enemies? Or will she succumb to the voices? Read to find out.

"Did you kill him?" The detective asked again."I've already answered you like a thousand times... Yes, he was a monster. Yes, he beat me up a lot but I didn't do it. I didn't kill Jude!" Amanda replied."I'm sorry. I know what it's like to be a victim of abuse and all that, but you need to understand that murder is a serious case too. You'll have to forgive us for asking you continually it's just that you were the closest to him we've got here.""I wasn't. There was someone else he was seeing that knew a lot about him than I ever did," Amanda replied.*******The night was growing colder and the rains seemed to have agitated in full force. Amanda sat on one of the soft leather chairs that squeaked with her every move in the living room with tears in her eyes as she watched the rains drop on the floor forming small pools and waited for Jude to come back. She was worried sick about his whereabouts even though all his presence caused her were pain and more tears. The protruding bump on her stomach, made it quite difficult to move around at ease so she was stuck with calling his busied line while she watched the clock tick its way into the midnight mark.*****A heart rending story told differently. Stronger than Pain captures a dysfunctional Nigerian home where a callous man, beats his wife on a daily basis. Time flies and now he is dead. All the characters have a reason to kill him, but she's their number one suspect. The Question still remains, who pulled the trigger?

Whenever the Alpha's little sister suffered an episode, my Luna ceremony would end in disaster. On the first attempt, my wine was laced with honey, and I ended up having a stroke from an allergic reaction, with the entire pack laughing at me. On the second attempt, I was stabbed three times in the stomach, rendering me infertile. On the third attempt, a lunatic rogue wolf barged in and crushed every bone in my finger, cutting short my pianist career right then. Whenever I tried to express grief, Yohan Schmidt would always take Eva Brown's side. "She suffered mental regression to save me. Be the bigger person and don't hold it against her." "Next time—the next ceremony will be perfect, I promise." He made that promise 99 times over three years, and on the 100th attempt, Eva gave up on all pretense and set the wedding hall on fire. I was burned to a crisp and had to heal for a month. Through it all, Yohan nursed me and fed me a ton of medicine… until I overheard him talking to Andy King, the shaman. "You're truly ruthless, Alpha. She was thoroughly burned because she was trying to save you, but you're feeding her a suppressant that stifles her regeneration. Over time, she will succumb to her injuries!" Yohan shrugged nonchalantly. "I just can't stand her bullying Eva. Eva saved my life—so what if Yvie Stark pays for it with my life?" Tears rolled down my cheeks in silence. So even his warmth and tenderness was nothing more than cold deception. In that case, I should just leave.

When Jeremy Sterling is framed by his rival, he immediately urges me to run for my life. "Save yourself! Pretend you never met me!" Despite being eight months pregnant, I leap from the moving car. I kneel in the snow for two days straight. Finally, I manage to secure a witness for his trial. The ordeal costs me our baby and leaves me with lasting health issues. The radiant principal dancer I once was becomes a frail shadow, gasping at the slightest breeze and surviving on pills. Later, Jeremy claws his way back to the top. He cradles the belly I fought through 18 rounds of IVF to have and makes a solemn vow. "When the baby's born, we'll name him Ryan Sterling. I'll never forget that you saved me." Tears of joy stream down my face. But shortly after I give birth, I overhear someone questioning him. "Mr. Sterling, this is Regina Gomez's flesh and blood. Is it appropriate to register Ms. Jenson as the baby's legal mother?" Jeremy gazes fondly at Carolina Jenson, who is holding our son, and scoffs. "When I was framed, she didn't even care about her own life. Do you really think she'd care about this baby? Besides, she already lost one baby back then. What's one more?" He shrugs. "At worst, I'll just break up with her. We never got the marriage license anyway." Outside the door, I clutch my aching stomach and turn away. Since we're not bound by a marriage license, this is where it ends for us.

I signed for my sister's dinner. Not for love. Not for glory. Just so she wouldn't go to bed hungry again. Now I'm carrying his heir — and Clause 7 says I'll never see this baby's face. Elara is an omega with nothing left. So when Alpha Kael Blackwood — cold, haunted, called the Ice Alpha — offers her a contract, she doesn't hesitate. One year. One heir. $200,000. Live in his house. Carry his child. Leave when it's over. What the fine print hides: Clause 7. If the baby is a male heir — a True Alpha — Elara's parental rights end at birth. No visits. No goodbyes. Just a check and a locked door. She discovers this at fourteen weeks. After the morning sickness. After the first kick. After she's already named her daughter. Kael Blackwood is not a good man. He buried his entire pack at nineteen. He hasn't smiled since. But Elara sees the cracks. The hallway light he leaves on because she's afraid of the dark. Her sister's crayon drawings taped to his fridge. The way his hand hovers over her stomach — never touching — when he thinks she's asleep. He's not supposed to care. She's not supposed to want him to. When an old enemy discovers Elara's pregnancy carries the prophesied heir, the contract becomes a death warrant. Kael must choose: Follow pack law and lose her forever. Or burn his legacy down — and keep her. The Ice Alpha's Contract is a complete standalone dark werewolf romance. No cheating. No non-con. Pregnancy from Chapter One. Guaranteed HEA. ---

WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes and very mature content. If you enjoy dark romance with morally grey characters, intense passion and heart-wrenching tension, then, welcome and happy reading! “Your mum would be on the phone with you a few seconds from now. Focus on,” I walked behind her, leaning closer to her ear. “Her. Remember,” I kissed her earlobe. “You must answer all her questions clearly.” As the word left my mouth, I pushed her back slowly till her stomach was resting on my desk. I lifted her robe to expose her perfectly curved ass, then placed a kiss on each cheek before her mother's voice broke out. I smirked on the first greeting, then spread her legs and the cheeks of her ass. She was shaved and soaking already. I went on my knees, bringing her swollen cunt to my face then sipped in her wetness. “Mhh,” she shuddered. “Are you okay, honey?” Her mum asked. I flattened my tongue against the entrance of her cunt then rolled it up without warning and licked her clean. *** Yvette Morgan would do anything to save her dying mother. Anything. Even sign her mind, soul and BODY over to a man she doesn't know. Knox Luther doesn't do feelings. He does strategy. And Yvette— desperate, fierce and unknowingly irresistible, is the perfect instrument for burning his father's world to the ground. The arrangement is never supposed to feel like anything until it feels like everything. Whose walls will crack first, and whose will crumble the hardest?”

My twin sister and I marry twin brothers from a powerful mafia family. She marries the elder, Leo Smith, a federal judge. I marry the younger, Sam Smith, a surgeon. While I'm hospitalized for a high-risk pregnancy, I'm abducted by criminals demanding ransom. They use my phone to call Sam 32 times, but every one goes unanswered. Enraged, one of the abductors beats my stomach with a baseball bat to vent his anger. I try desperately to protect my unborn child, but I lose the baby anyway. Finally, the abductor calls Sam one last time. This time, he answers, only to snap, "Annie almost miscarried. I was just taking her for a checkup. Can you stop calling and trying to get my attention?" With no ransom coming, the furious abductors tie me up and throw me into a swimming pool. Then, they leave. Just as I'm about to take my last breath, my sister arrives and pulls me out. Seeing me almost dead from the miscarriage, she calls Leo in a panic. But all she gets is a cold answer. "Currently punishing the man who nearly caused Annie Morgan's miscarriage. Do not disturb." She tries to call the police, but her phone dies. With no other option, she drives me away herself. On the way back, a sudden blizzard hits, and a landslide blocks the road. The car breaks down. We're trapped and shivering in the cold. Thankfully, a forest patrol finds us just in time. We survive. When we wake up in the hospital, the first thing that comes to us is that we have to get divorced!

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."