Flynn Rider Outfit

Once upon a time in a promiscuous beach resort which has a prude and nude side called Hydrus Haven, there was a fortress owned by a mysterious woman named Sheeva Mae Corporal. She's known for her old-fashioned black temple dress na mukha at kamay lamang niya ang nakikita. Her behavior and super conservative outfit were utterly out of place against the backdrop of the said haven for n*dists. The fortress and its owner alone had been a pain in the ass of the Turkish-Filipino owner of Hydrus Haven. Walang makapagsasabi kung ano ang tunay na misteryong bumabalot sa kakatwang tahanan na iyon ng dalaga. Fck whatever those goddamn mysteries na kinakanlung ng beach house na iyon! Basta ang natatanging layunin lamang ni Hydrus Horizon Hugo ay ang magiba ang bahay na iyon na sakop pa ng property na kanyang nabili. Subalit ang lagay ay dadanak daw muna ang dugo ng dalaga bago magtagumpay si Hydrus na maipagiba ang tahanan niya. Paano siya magtatagumpay na ipagiba ang bahay na iyon kung sa bawat impormasiyon na nakukuha niya tungkol sa misteryosong babae ay siya ring unti-unting paglambot ng puso niya? Would he be able to undesired the mysterious woman incessantly or would he forbid himself from adoring the exciting wonders his heart feels for her?

Everyone in Oceanton knew that mob boss Jared Pierce was deeply in love with me. No one feared my disappearance more than he did. Even if bullets were raining down on him, he'd still find a way to contact me, just to make sure I felt safe. But on the night before our wedding, he didn't come home. When he finally returned, he dropped to his knees, a bruised and weakened woman cradled in his arms. "Rosalia! Melody took the drug just to save me! I can't just watch her die! So I had no choice but to sleep with her." Terrified that I wouldn't forgive him, Jared drew six wounds into his arm. Blood soaked through his shirt in an instant. As soon as the wedding banquet ended, I heard his men chuckling and teasing. "The boss didn't even take off his wedding outfit before rushing to see Melody. Just how seductive is his lover?" Jared’s low, sultry voice followed. "Last time I stayed with her, I didn’t come back for three days and nights. Take a guess." In shock and despair, I called out the system. "I want to leave this world!" The system's cold voice replied, "After your exit, this world will erase all traces of your existence. Counting down… Seven days."

I watched Ryan die. So how is Ben wearing his face? Six years ago, I watched my best friend--and secret crush--splatter all over the pavement. He died. I saw him. Yet, in the back of my mind, I've never stopped looking for him. Seeing him in crowds, in the classroom, in my dreams--and my nightmares. It's cost me everything--my identity, my sanity, and maybe my life. So when I walk into class to see a man who looks exactly like Ryan standing before me, I freak out again. My therapist tells me to stay away from Ben. He's no good for me. I'll end up back in a padded room. But I have to know the truth. Is Ben really Ryan? That's not possible. But Ben has scars--real ones and metaphorical ones. If Ben is Ryan, why doesn't he just tell me? Is he trying to drive me crazy? Or worse--is he trying to kill me? The Boy Who Died is the first romantic suspense novel from bestselling romantacy author Bella Moondragon writing as B. Moon. If you love romantic suspense, are a fan of Colleen Hoover, Gillian Flynn, Christopher Greyson, or Paula Hawkins, you won't want to miss this page-turner!

I watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss— maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again. I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint. One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach. The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me. Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper. Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target. I don’t know his name. I don’t know who the boy really belongs to. I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero and he’s not going to let me walk away. If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again. If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger. Holy hell. I didn’t just grab any child. I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe. And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike. I never imagined I’d die a virgin. But here I am.

"For heaven's sake mom, I'm just twenty-one. I'm tired this marriage stuff" She reminded plainly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mother only stared at the tears rolling down her cheeks, sympathetically. But she had no choice but to get her only daughter married again. Flora, a young and pretty lady has been forced into an early marriage. Her husband passed away a year after their marriage and she became a widow. Again, she was forced into another marriage, she was pained, she was troubled,why she? Why was her mother bent on ruining her life? She was just a young girl who wanted to explore and enjoy life. To escape getting married again, she fled. On that night, she met with a dangerous looking guy. She was frightened, but she preferred the dangerous looking guy rather than to get married again. Zayn, a nice looking young man, but a notorious gangster was out on that night, he almost knocked the person down with his car, he became so furious when the person was not getting out of his way. He got down from his car and discovered it was a lady, a lady dressed in black outfit, a lady who looks so timid and innocent, a lady who pleaded to him earnestly to save her. Would he save the lady? Would Flora get a help? And why was her mom bent on getting her married over and over again?

"You can't keep dancing with the Devil and wonder why you're still in hell. It was my fault to trust you again." I created this hell for myself. "In the end, it's her over me." Tears of betrayal slide down my cheeks, and Denzel looks at me desperately. However, I don't care. I feel so much at once that I feel nothing at all. I should've killed him when I had the chance. ****** Naomi West fled her wedding to the ruthless and domineering billionaire of the state. Five years later, she has to come back home for work. But on top of being constantly at threats and stalked by a creepy fan, things take a different turn when she encounters Denzel Flynn, her ex. And Naomi must do all she can to keep Denzel away from her son. However, Denzel has other plans for Naomi. He will do anything to get her and his son back in his life, even if it means getting rid of her lover, Marcus. And as they come together to solve their grudges, their enemies hide in the shadows, waiting to strike. And their friends abandon them. Naomi and Denzel can only rely on each other. But how can Naomi trust Denzel when she's just a substitute for his ex? When he possesses no genuine feelings for her? Will the history from five years ago repeat itself and force her to lose everything again?

I cringe in fear, he traces his finger down my half naked body feasting his eyes on me, I can tell my already wet transparent outfit isn't helping matters, I feel his hand graze through my nipple slightly he turns me over making me face the wall, I feel his bulge rub against me,I try pushing him but he pins me down with no effort at all, "It won't be fun if you don't resist" I'm hit by a sharp wave of pain as he thrusts into me gradually it turns to pleasure as he thrusts faster,harder and quicker my brain tells me to fight him off and run but my body aches for more pleasure than ever,I've always been this kind of slut but tonight I feel violated, He turns me over to face him I watch his lips move closer aiming for a kiss,disgusted and irked I kick him in the groin causing him to fall and sprawl on the ground ,I reach for my jacket, he pulls me by my ankle I try kicking him off but he's holding on too tight, restless and impatient I reach for the gun just before me pulling the trigger without second thought, he stays still not moving seconds after blood come gushing out from his abdomen,I hear claps come from behind "Well-done Nikita, welcome to the crib"

"Do you actually think you can kill me?" He asked me, tracing his hand upward my thigh. I tugged at the strings that had tied me to the bed. "I will kill you Ren." "Or you could die trying." He smirked, sending sparks through my skin as he found where I wanted him the most. "You are wet. For me." I gritted my teeth, "Get your hands off me you fucking vild bastard." "Ahhh, no longer the cute swearing girl I see." He grinned bending his head to take my lips but he swore immediately as I bit him hard drawing blood. Then he laughed. Aryn Flynn’s world crumbled when she found her boyfriend cheating—with the woman he called his cousin. But the real betrayal came when he sold her to a mafia boss to pay off his debts. What no one knows is that Aryn planned every step of this “downfall.” Her real mission? To find out what happened to her twin sister, Arya, a cop who disappeared while investigating the same mafia. But things get complicated when Aryn realizes the truth is darker than she imagined, and the mafia leader she’s supposed to destroy isn’t the monster she thought. Torn between justice for her sister and the growing feelings she can’t deny, Aryn must make a choice—love or revenge.

Celine Beaumont grew up in the Hamptons at her parent's equestrian center. Ten months out of the year she had a happy life, but every summer wealthy families invaded the Hamptons and her stables. Celine was forced to take lessons with their children, and they were monsters. Especially anyone who was born into the Billionaires Club. Especially anyone named Phillip Bloombard. Then one summer Sebastian Gale, a new B-Club heir joined the stables. His family was newly rich and unlike the other B-Club bullies, he was nice and normal and he befriended Celine. This drove Phillip crazy. Years passed and Celine was 16. She was gorgeous, and an accomplished rider, and was still friends with Sebastian. But that year, their friendship started to become something more, until Sebastian disappeared without a word. Two years later Celine was married to Phillip who was more sophisticated in his methods of torture. But she loved him and he used that to turn her into the perfect billionaires’ wife. Six years passed and the night her mother died she couldn’t find Phillip and when she did, it led to a divorce. Celine was 24 divorced and getting her life back together. She made one rule she must never break. Never under any circumstance could she fall in love with a billionaire. But, Sebastian reappeared and Phillip wanted her back. No matter how hard she tried she could not get rid of those billionaires. Then one catastrophe after another strikes and it’s life and death. What will she do? What will she have to sacrifice? The Billionaires Club had a billion ways to get what they wanted and she might be back in their clutches again.

!R18+ Contains matured content. Viewers Discretion is advised.! "Do you, perhaps, have a wife or a fiance at home?" I inquired. He blinked at me once before he shook his head negatively. "Oh great! This is great." I mumbled and my eyes looked to his navy blue Armani Suit and with a nod, I added, "Your outfit is perfect as well." "Perfect for what?" He asked. "A wedding. We're getting married. Let's get married." "What?" ••• What would you do when, on your wedding day, you find your so-called fiance in his dressing room with his manhood buried deep in between another woman's thigh? Call off the wedding and leave, right? That's when you're free to make your own decisions though. It's not the same for Avery Roosevelt, the hidden heiress of The Roosevelts. This, however, is the sticky situation she finds herself in. Livid with anger, she grabs the first man in front of the hotel reception and proposes marriage to him. But when she finally discovers the man she had proposed marriage to was the CEO of the company her Family has been in rivalry with for ages? And when the secret behind her birth is revealed to the world? Would her husband stand by her or let her go? And when another secret is unveiled to the couple? A secret that depended on their future together. Would they drift apart or would love prevail? "Hubby, I slapped Eleanor Roosevelt for badmouthing you. Did I do wrong?" "Of course not. Let me see your wrist... Does it hurt you?" "Hubby, I cursed at the wife of your business partner for calling me a b*tch." "It's fine. I don't plan on working with them anyway." "Hubby..." •••