First Impression About Me Artinya

Mortani Bartolome is a lovely, small, but cool woman. She doesn't care if it's a guy or a woman; if they collide on her road without a settlement, her fist will be the judge. Even her boyfriend's lover, Clyde Louis Contreras, CEO of a well-known corporation and grandson of a billionaire, is vulnerable to her toxic hands. Will her fist help her if she realizes she is destined to marry the person she despises the most? And this guy is none other than the man who became her ex-boyfriend's lover. Is there anything she can do to avert this disaster? Or will she fall in love with a Clyde Contreras instead of avoiding him?

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

"I moaned, bringing my thighs wide, further. "Do you like it, Sienna?" I nodded like an idiot, forgetting the fact that he was my stepbrother. "I do like it, Soren." My breath caught in my chest as I felt warm juice spill through my punani, "I love it, Soren. Everything you do to me." ***** The confused, pleasure-hungry nerd who fell for her stepbrothers? That was me, Sienna Cruz. At first, I thought I'd be able to conquer the urge of wanting my stepbrothers but no, I fell more deeper—lost in the ocean of depravity and Sin. Simon is the calm one, we were close. He was soft hearted and I liked him. Whenever we talked, I would find myself staring at his bulge. His morning erection was damn beautiful. He would ask, "Sienna, are you okay?" I would nod, lying I was but deep down what I craved was every inch of him. All that wanted to break from my lips was "Bury your cock deep in my pussy. Break every wall of restriction." And Soren? He was the demon amongst the twin brothers. I thought I hated him until I found myself staring way too much at the photo mom forced us to take during summer. His Ocean Blue eyes pulled me in. The arrogant smirk on his face spelt more than it looked. He was way too charming. Who did I like more? Simon or Soren? I swear I do not know. Soren was a demon, yet I find myself crawling back to his bed and when Simon flashed that cute smile at me? It made me helpless. Soren's charm was more gripping. I fantasized a lot about his rod and all I wanted was for him to ruin me in the worst way ever.

It's been five years. Five years since we broke up and the last time I saw him. And yet I still can't get him out of my head. He returns to my thoughts and my dreams, completely uninvited and unwelcome. Even though I'm assigned now and I should think of my friend, not him. But he was the first. The first one that has captivated my heart and body and I still can't seem to forget somewhere inside. But I can pretend. Everything is fine because he moved out and we don't see each other anymore. My life goes on and I am happy. Happy. OLLIE F**king five years. Five years of suffering, loneliness and anger. I never wanted to break up with her. I should never have let her go. She took everything from me and I could never breathe fully after she left. There were others, but none like her. But I could still pretend that my life was not such hell. But now ... now I'm going back to the city where it all started. I'm going back to take what's mine. Because she always belonged only to me

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

My name is Eli Ashcroft, an Omega whose scent is so faint it is almost nonexistent. My first mate, Elric, betrayed me by cheating with my Omega best friend, Liam. The double betrayal shattered my bond, crushed my trust, and taught me how easily love could be discarded. Desperate to save my gravely ill father and medical bills piling up, I accepted an absurd solution: a contract marriage. My husband was Lucen Blackthorne, the most powerful Alpha in the whole region. Everyone believed he chose me because my face resembled my older brother, Elion, who died young and was rumored to be the mate Lucen lost. The agreement was brutally clear—three years as a substitute to calm his unstable wolf, generous payment, then separation with nothing owed. For three years, I hid my scent and my heart. I copied my brother’s habits, believing that was the only reason Lucen tolerated me. When his wolf writhed under grief, I comforted it clumsily, never expecting affection in return. Lucen was always strong... shielding me on full-moon nights, touching my hair with care, but his golden eyes never truly saw me. That hurt more than Elric’s betrayal ever did. When the contract ended, I handed it back calmly and told Lucen he was free to miss the one he loved. I expected indifference. Instead, his Alpha pheromones erupted, pinning me in place as he tore the contract apart. He pulled me into his arms, his wolf roaring through his voice as his fangs brushed my nape. "Leave? "My little wolf... your scent has soaked into my den for three years. And now you want to run? Too late."

"Katerina?" My vision shrinks to a pinprick. "You're insane. Straight up insane." "I've thought that myself, many times, in fact. But in this case, I'm clear-headed. Marry me, Katerina." "Never!" "You seem to be under the impression that I'm asking. I'm not. I'm telling you to marry me." ------------------- When a night-out with her best friend, Fabiola, leads to her witnessing a murder, stubborn, sassy and hot-headed Katerina Kozlov shrugs it off as a bad dream. But when the murderer shows up to buy her store and even goes as far as kidnapping her for his own personal purposes, she realizes that she may be in far more trouble than she'd initially bargained for. As pakhan of the Ivanovsky Bratva, Sasha Ivanovsky is not only ruthless but has the entire city underneath his thumb. When there's a witness to one of his numerous crimes, he sets out to subdue her, but finds out that Katerina Kozlov is unlike any other woman or victim he'd had to deal with before. For one, she's got a very sharp mouth. Two, she holds the key to him finally taking down a generational enemy, Yevgeniy. His plans take a shift, but he'll need one thing from Katerina to ensure a smooth sailing. Her submission.

"It hurts! It hurts me more! Don't you understand, that your savage sister ran away. Taking the money and jewelry I gave her," Arka snapped and then released the hold turning to stare at Mona's reddened cheeks. "That's impossible, Brother-in-Law," Mona said shaking her head, her knees felt weak and she fell to the floor. "I didn't think it was possible either, but this is what happened!" Arka snarled, kicking Mona to her back and causing the corner of her lip to bleed. "Go to your room, or you'll die by my hands right now!" Arka ordered, making Mona try to get up and step into the room while sobbing with pain.

Lorenzo De Angelis is an Italian tycoon who runs his empire with an iron fist. He is gorgeous, powerful, young, and very wealthy. His enemies are several and quite ferocious, so Lorenzo trusts no one. This is why when he discovers a woman hiding in his office, listening to some important and extremely confidential information, his first instinct is to keep her ‘prisoner’ for a few days while trying to discover who is this beautiful ‘spy’. She is Phoebe Stone and she is just doing her job cleaning offices, without knowing she is ‘in the wrong place at the wrong time’. So, in a matter of minutes, against her wishes, she will start a thrilling adventure, next to a stunning but frightening man. This adventure will change both their lives forever. (Excerpt) The reality hit her hard. She was standing in a dimly lit room, half naked in front of the man who kidnapped her… who threatened her... The most beautiful man in the world. He lifted her hands and put them on him as if it was the most natural thing in the world that she should touch him. She caressed him again, just to make sure he was really there. He covered her small hands with his and stood perfectly still. “If you want me to stop, I will. If you want me to leave this room, I will. ‘Piccola’ (Ita. Baby), the decision is yours.” “Don’t stop, please… I just want to be yours tonight… and always…”