Eureka  {an Advance Roleplay}

Sybil is unique, gifted with a certain type of magic. One she is going to use to save not hurt. She'll do what she must, even if that means crossing some lines to get what she needs. What she doesn't realize is that her stubborn determination puts her right in the path of Alpha Prime Aries. He's intimidating and clearly used to being obeyed. Who in their right mind would actually disobey him though? He's the leader of the strongest wolf shifters there are. Aries knew the moment he laid eyes on Sybil she is his mate. Even if she doesn't know this. What he does know is that his mate has a will of iron and a fire in her soul that she hides behind a polite mask. He's not fooled, and her stubbornness will make it hard for him to protect her. Sybil has no idea the dangerous world she just stepped into. Werewolves are not the only type of creature out there. Aries knows he needs to get Sybil to understand just how dangerous things are. Especially since she is the mate of the Alpha Prime and that puts a steep price on her life. __ “If I said no?” Sybil asked. At her words it looked like Aries's gaze went solid black. “Do you want to learn what bonding is by force or choice?” He asked her in a growl. “In this I will be an animal before a man.” Sybil saw the truth in his gaze and it made her heart slam against her ribs.

A tale that vanished in the ravages of time. The saga of an immortal who was cursed to die from thousand invisible arrows. To lift the curse and thus attain her goddess-ship she reincarnated as a human but was caught in the cage of love and betrayal. This is her ballad that narrates her love and life; her curse and redemption

Sweet warning, my darling sinner… These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again… She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.” Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.” And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.” Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined. Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended. Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly. **Indulge. Submit. Sin.** Ready to kneel for every single story? Turn the page… and let them all ruin you.

Katarina was hired to manage the President's affairs of the heart. Her one mission: To find his perfect wife. She plied him with enough candidates - models, heiresses, socialites, actresses, a crowned princess - women in their prime who came with beautiful background and outstanding achievement. But he rejected everyone. He only wanted one woman - his executive assistant Katarina. Will she yield from his relentless pursuit of her? Especially since it did not come with any guarantees and would most likely leave her heart tbroken in the end?

Sa unang pagtatagpo nila Elyse at Zach ay hindi maikakaila ang isang napaka-pamilyar na pakiramdam. It was lust at first sight. Unang titig pa lamang ng lalaki sa mga mata nito ay umusbong na agad ang kaniyang pagnanasa na maikama ang babae. At, ng mismong gabi ring 'yon ay ibinigay nga ng dalaga ang matagal na nitong iniingatang pagka-birhen. Sa kabila nito ay pinilit niyang kalimutan si Zach. Mabuti na nga lamang at hindi niya naman naibigay ang buong detalye ng kaniyang pagkatao. Kapag nagka-ganoon ay siguradong may posibilidad na hanapin pa siya nito. Ngunit, sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Nakita niyang muli ito sa hindi inaasahang lugar. Elyse can't deny her feelings as of that moment. Sa totoo lamang ay may parte ng kaniyang puso na hinahanap ang presensiya ng lalaki. His scent, his husky voice, his long manhood that once bring her to heaven. Maging ang simpleng pagtitig nito sa kaniya ay hinahanap-hanap niya. But then she found out a shocking piece of revelation. Kapwa nagulat silang pareho ng ipakilala siya nitong "Stepbrother" ng Ina ni Elyse. Hindi siya makapaniwalang ito ang lalaking naka-devirginize sa kaniya. Ngunit, paano kung mali siya? Sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari ay namatay ang kanilang mga magulang sa isang plane crash. Naging dahilan ito upang magsama sa iisang bubong sina Zach at Elyse na kalaunan ay nagbunga ng isang pagkakasala. Piliin kaya ni Elyse ang maging moral? O magpapaalipin siya sa kasalanan kasama si Zach?

Heute ist unser dritter Hochzeitstag. Das Abendessen ist fertig... aber er ist immer noch nicht zurück. Unsere Verbindung war nie aus Liebe, sondern nur aus einem Missverständnis. Drei Jahre ohne Kind, eine feindliche Schwiegermutter, ein distanzierter Ehemann und trotzdem liebe ich ihn noch. Vor drei Tagen habe ich erfahren, dass ich schwanger bin. Heute Abend hoffte ich, ihm die Neuigkeit zu verkünden. Dann kam eine Benachrichtigung, die alles zerstörte: ein Foto von ihm, wie er meine Schwester küsst. Ich erkannte den Ort. Ich nahm meine Schlüssel.

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.

Ich sah, wie mein Gefährte in unserer Hochzeitsnacht jemanden tötete. Lucienne Fisher hat siebzehn Jahre der Sklaverei überlebt, doch nichts konnte sie auf Jonas’ Verrat vorbereiten – gezwungen, den Mord an seinem Vater zu gestehen, oder Schlimmeres als den Tod zu erleiden. Als sie der Klinge des Henkers entkommt, wird sie an den einen Alpha verkauft, der gefährlicher ist als ihre schlimmsten Albträume: Azrael Devilmoore, der verfluchte Schattenwolf. Gezeichnet von einem Blutrausch-Fluch, der ihn langsam verschlingt, bietet Azrael einen Handel an: Spiele für ein Jahr seine Gefährtin, hilf dabei, ihr ehemaliges Rudel zu zerstören, und gehe frei. Doch Freiheit hat ihren Preis. Je näher sie sich kommen, desto leiser wird sein Fluch – und desto lauter schreit ihr Herz. Manche Geschäfte werden aus Verzweiflung gemacht. Andere sind vom Schicksal geschrieben. Und manche werden die Welt in Flammen setzen.

„Ich habe dich vom Mädchen zur Frau heranwachsen sehen. Ich habe gesehen, wie Männer dich in der Schule bedrängten, Männer, die ich auch… davon abhielt, jemals wieder deinen Namen auszusprechen.“ _____________ Die Abmachung war einfach: Zwei Familien, ein Bündnis. Salvatore Moretti, der eiskalte Mafioso der Ostküste, sollte die älteste Tochter der Familie Russo heiraten, um eine jahrzehntelange Blutfehde zu beenden. Sofia Russo ist schön, elegant und die perfekte Mafia-Braut. Doch Salvatore will Sofia nicht. Fünf Jahre lang waren seine Kamera, seine Männer und seine eigenen Augen auf Iris gerichtet, die rebellische jüngere Schwester, die im Verborgenen gehalten wurde. Er hat sie aufwachsen sehen, sie weinen hören und jeden Mann vernichtet, der es wagte, sie anzusehen – alles aus der Dunkelheit heraus. Nun ist der Vertrag unterzeichnet, die Hochzeit terminiert, und Salvatore zieht auf das Anwesen der Russos. Doch als er am Altar steht, blickt er nicht seine Braut an. Er schaut die Brautjungfer an… und beschließt, dass er nicht ohne sie gehen wird.