Feeling Victim Artinya

Scarpa sees. Scarpa wants. Scarpa hunts. Scarpa gets. It’s a chain of life for Torre Scarpa—the unspoken law of the Scarpa world. When Torre sets his eyes on Montana Rossi, his employee’s wife; a pale, soft-spoken foreign woman who gave herself to the wrong Italian man as husband, he doesn't just want her. He claims her by all bloodied means. Montana, left alone, humiliated by the powerful Rossi family after her husband's death, finds herself in Scarpa’s warm embrace. He pays off her debts. Gives her shelter. Offers her peace. Even lets her care for his troubled daughter. He is the savior she never expected. But Scarpa is no angel. Behind the tailored suits and steady gaze is a man who always gets what he wants—no matter the cost. And Montana? She's not free. Not really. Not anymore. As she falls for him, body and soul, she begins to wonder: Is this love? Or a beautiful trap? When the truth of Scarpa’s world comes to light—its secrets, its crimes, its bloodied roots—Montana must face what she’s become, and decide: Can she live with the devil who saved her? Or is it already too late? Because the Lord Scarpa doesn’t let go. He devours.

Rosa Nelson was never meant to be anything more than a substitute for her perfect twin sister. And when Isolde decided she was ready, Rosa was discarded—pregnant, heartbroken, and thrown out like trash. Then she met him. Michael Cross. The ruthless billionaire who saw beauty in her chaos and offered her a second chance at life. But Rosa's past isn't done with her. Cassian wants his heir. Isolde wants revenge. And her family wants her destroyed. They made one fatal mistake: They hurt her child. Now Rosa isn't running anymore. She's coming for all of them. And this time, she won't be the substitute. She'll be the one they never saw coming....

 “Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sudden intrusion and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.  I was going crazy. This stranger was driving me crazy. I could feel her clench her insides at the sudden intrusion and it took me all the self control I could muster from my whole ancestors to not release in a single thrust. “Fuck Ella… you're doing so good… I whispered raggedly in her ears as her whimpers filled my senses.  I started slow but with each thrust deeper and harder than the last and when it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I increased my pace and thrust faster, earning louder and faster moans from her. I didn't know what I enjoyed more. Her ecstatic whimpers or actually fucking her senses away. ************************************************************ Elara and Dylan, two complete strangers, mischievously ended up in the same hotel room and they shared a night of hot passion after their drinks got spiked. Unknown to the both of them, powerful forces are working to unite the both of them for a greater and more sinister motive.

Is Vivian the villain or she is just controlled and manipulated to act according to the plot?. Is she still going to die?

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.

Every woman's wedding day was always the happiest day of her life, but not in my case. On my wedding day, my white dress was stained with blood and a dripping bloody knife on my right hand. And on the floor was my groom covered in a pool of his own blood. I was accused of murdering the man I spent four years loving. The world turned their backs against me in my time of need and I was sentenced to thirty years in prison for a crime that I didn't commit. One year passed by after Simon's murder and I've learnt to adapt to my new life confined to those strong iron bars. Until.. A knight in shining armour appeared out of the blue to bail me out, which was almost impossible but he did. And soon, I figured out that the man I had mourned for and also accused and sentenced for his murder was living his best life in another country with my best friend and their new born baby. A betrayal like that hurts but a blood thirty revenge was all I craved for.

The vampire Phil is too frail to put up much of a struggle against the monster that has him enslaved since he is being held hostage in a basement dungeon and encased in silver chains. She has drained his precious blood like a fountain of youth over the course of many years, and she has sustained him with human ladies who she has captured specifically for his enjoyment. Yet with the most recent victim that she brings him, he detects an intriguingly unusual quality about them. Something that could be harmful but would be hard to resist.

Blurb: "Nama aslinya Natalie Amber Kyle. Dulunya bekerja sebagai seorang pelayan di sebuah cafe. Kemudian bertemu dengan seorang agen mata-mata wanita. Mulai mengikuti kegiatan mata-mata dan aktif sebagai agen saat berusia 19 tahun. Sepertinya ia lebih banyak mengambil kasus yang berkaitan dengan wanita penggoda dan sepertinya sedang menjalankan misi dari kliennya," terang Jeremy, panjang lebar. "Hei, Rai. Jangan bilang kau tertarik pada gadis itu. Sekali berhubungan dengannya, riwayatmu akan tamat!" seru Jeremy memperingatkan. Usai menggerakkan satu jarinya di leher. Yang berarti mati. "Kau sangat tahu aku, bukan? Aku sangat suka tantangan. Lagipula bukankah menurut informasi dia selalu menjalankan tugas yang berkaitan dengan wanita penggoda. Itu artinya, para lelaki yang dia dekati pasti berhubungan dengan wanita penggoda. Kurasa dia hanya membuka kedok asli dari para pria bajingan. Aku jadi ingin memberinya sebuah misi." Rai tersenyum, sembari memikirkan sebuah siasat. Benarkah Natalie adalah seorang mata-mata yang menyamar jadi wanita penggoda? Dan apa misi yang dimaksud Rai?

She was not supposed to fall for him but she did and now she can only blame herself for feeling that way because all he ever does is giving her pain.

“Open up,” he ordered, and I immediately obeyed. He checked to see if I had swallowed. His eyes blazed as he nodded in approval. “That’s like a good girl.” I blushed at the compliment as I nibbled on my lips, feeling satisfied at being praised washing over my every being. His eyes followed my little action. “What are you to say, pet?” He asked as he began stroking my head. “Thank you, master. “I replied shyly. At this point, I knew that I was too far gone to stop. I enjoyed it way too much—the feeling of being controlled. He burns for her and will burn down the world to have her.