Elena Gilbert Halloween Costume

“I want you to ride me, peanut butter, make your daddy proud, grind on me so good that it takes away my stress of the week.” His strong arms carrying her to bed as he sits down the pile of money, he had kept just too wet them in her juices as he fucks her. Her eyes look at him no break of eye contact as he shifts closer to her his big crotch grows even more as he now straddles her and she lets out a moan. “Just make daddy proud baby”

 “Humans like you always beg in the end and it’s pathetic.” "I am going to fuck you like a whore and later beg to be killed", NOT REJECTED BUT UNWANTED  My world cracked open in an instant. “No!” I screamed, but the alley swallowed it. My legs gave out, but his grip held me up, forcing me to watch. Alex—was he—? His body twitched. Once. Twice. Then... nothing. “You’ll join him soon enough,” he whispered, but did he mean it? Was I next? Before I could process, his hand lashed out. My vision went black. Was this the end?

When he was 8, she was 3 and a fairy at a Halloween party. His eyes could not leave her side. When he was 15, she was 10, they met at the school entrance, she was in a hurry with her parents and did not see him but he did, his eyes lingered on her every step. When he was 19 she was 14, and was the feisty little thing he has ever seen but then she disappeared... He kept her deeply in his heart, and was eager to meet her again until he saw her as a lady of the night.

Asha has had a rough go of life, seemingly always ending up in situations that are the opposite of her namesake. She breaks up with her ex a few months prior to halloween and the day of the dead and takes a vow of celibacy that, little does she know, a dead ex has used to bargain his way out of hell. He didn’t come back to become her angel, just emerged from the shadows to drink her light and hopefully turn out her halo. She prays for a guardian angel to hold her through these difficult times but her gift is a territorial demon.

One kiss saved his life. Another might destroy them both. Camilla, a talented pastry chef with a troubled past, never imagined that a chance encounter at a costume party would entangle her with Alessandro, the city's most feared mafia boss. As their worlds collide over cupcakes and gunshots, they find themselves drawn into a dangerous dance of secrets and desire. But when Alessandro chooses love over family legacy, the delicate balance of power in the criminal underworld begins to crumble. Now, with enemies closing in from all sides, Camilla must decide: Will she betray the man she's grown to love, or risk everything to save him in a world where trust comes at a deadly price?

Aslan Del Piero, pria matang yang sangat sukses jatuh cinta kepada Aiko De Angelo. Gadis yang tidak sederhana karena dia adalah mantan pembunuh bayaran. Demi membuktikan cintanya kepada Gilbert sang kekasih, Aiko rela menyingkirkan Aslan yang menjadi musuh Gilbert. Namun, siapa sangka Aslan lolos dari maut yang membuat Gilbert khawatir diirinya terancam sehingga dia menyiksa bahkan akan membunuh Aiko. Saat semua orang mengira Aiko telah lenyap dari dunia ini, gadis itu muncul dengan wajah dan penampilan baru untuk membalaskan dendamnya. Aiko kembali bertemu dengan Aslan dan sebuah insiden membuat mereka menghabiskan malam panas bersama yang menumbuhkan benih-benih cinta di hati Aiko. Aiko bertekad untuk meluluhkan kembali hati sang bujang lapuk, tidak perduli bahwa pria itu sangat membencinya saat ini. "Sudah ku bilang jika aku membencimu, Aiko!" ucap Aslan tegas kepada Aiko. "Cinta dan benci hanya beda tipis, Aslan. Dulu kau mencintaiku, sekarang membenciku. Aku akan menghadirkan cinta itu lagi di hatimu." Aiko tersenyum manis menatap Aslan penuh cinta.

Lors du banquet de noces, Clément Duchamp est arrivé en retard, vêtu du costume du témoin, tenant son premier amour par le bras, tandis qu'il avait jeté avec désinvolture le costume du marié sur le canapé. « Clément, ce n'est pas notre mariage aujourd'hui… » « Jade Bernard ! » Clément m'a interrompue sèchement, les yeux pleins de menace. « Tu sais ce que tu peux dire ou non. Sois digne, ne me pousse pas à te détester. » J'ai esquissé un rire amer. L'ex de Clément avait perdu la mémoire, tout le monde jouait avec elle à un jeu de souvenirs retrouvés, alors personne ne devait la heurter. Pour m'apaiser, Clément m'a prise dans ses bras et m'a murmuré à l'oreille : « Jade, tu peux me comprendre, n'est-ce pas ? » J'ai hoché la tête pour lui montrer que je comprenais, puis je me suis tournée pour prendre la main du vrai témoin et entrer avec lui dans le sanctuaire du mariage. Plus tard, alors que je faisais des achats enceinte au centre commercial, il m'a arrêtée, les yeux pleins de larmes : « Jade, on jouait un rôle, non ? Comment as-tu pu tomber enceinte ? »

Stripped of her birthright. Betrayed by her twin. Rejected by her mate. Laura Gilbert once destined to be Silvermoon packs luna is casted aside for lacking a wolf. Branded a traitor. Sold into slavery. Her life shatters.. until a rival Alpha sees what others don’t in her: Power. Alpha of Blackmoon pack. Damian Blake. He wants Laura’s fury not her love. Laura must decide to rise from the ashes and reclaim her fate or stay broken. Revenge has a cost… but love demands even more.

"Looks like you've started a game, little cat." When Brielle Rivera plans a wild Halloween surprise for her boyfriend, she expects a night of fun, chaos, and bad decisions. What she doesn’t expect is to end up on top of the wrong man. To worsen it, this wrong man is Dante Moretti. Dante Moretti was a rich dangerous Mafia whose family was rumored to he involved in all sorts of crime and danger. And from that night, it seemed Brielle’s entire life falls apart. Worst of all, Dante isn’t letting her go.

The night I got into Cambridge University, we were supposed to celebrate. Instead, I ended up in Gilbert’s bed—my older brother from next door, the man I had secretly loved for years. The mafia kingpin of the Veronatri. We used protection. It didn’t matter. I still got pregnant. In my past life, I relied on our child to marry him as I wished, but I was also forever barred from Cambridge University. Gilbert cornered me on our wedding night, his breath shallow, eyes wild— “You drugged me, didn’t you?” “Admit it. There’s no other reason I would’ve wanted you like that.” “You’re shameless, Julian. You will never touch me again in this lifetime!” From then on, he used every means possible to humiliate me. He even secretly transplanted our daughter’s heart into his first love’s daughter. While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity. This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg— I just walked away to Cambridge, and he went mad trying to find me.