Food Wars Naked

Damien’s hands clamped hard around my thighs, spreading me wide, making me feel obscene. His stare pinned me even before his mouth touched me—black fire in one eye, molten red in the other, daring me to resist. My breath snagged. Every part of me ached for him to finally do it, to stop teasing, but he only smirked mischievously. His breath feathered hot against the slick ache between my legs. That was all....just air, just heat and my hips betrayed me, jerking up toward his face before I could stop them. Shame scalded me but his chuckle was darker as if he’d been waiting for me to surrender. “You want my mouth here?” His voice rumbled against my skin, cruel amusement dripping from every word. “Then you’ll beg.” *** I didn’t ask for a new family, and I certainly didn’t expect to meet them..the two dangerous, devastatingly hot biker Alphas my mother married into. They’re rough, possessive, and rule the roads with iron fists. And now, they’ve come home. They barely speak to me. They keep their distance. But their eyes burn. And when the truth unravels—that I’m their destined mate everything shatters. Now I’m caught in a web of forbidden desire, biker wars, and a bond I can’t escape. I was just a girl trying to survive her mother’s reckless choices. Now I’m the obsession of two ruthless Alphas who would burn the world for me. And I’m not sure I want to stop them. This book contains big of mature content, readers discretion is advised

“I, Alpha Draco of the Peony pack hereby reject you, Helena, as my mate. I refuse to have anything to do with you anymore. You will be banished from this pack, never to set foot on this land anymore or you will pay for it with your life” his thick voice boomed through the cold and dark cell where I was kept all day with no food or water. My chapped lips parted painfully as the flesh drew each other tightly. I couldn’t even beg or plead for mercy. It was a miracle that I was not even killed because I was probably the most hated person in the pack at that moment. He didn’t allow me to utter whatever I had in mind before he turned his back on me. My finger grazed his cold hand as I tried to hold onto him, I was late. The warm eyes that had always behold me now look at me with disdain. There was no hope anywhere, his extreme sadness was visible even through his back as his footstep retracted into the long distance. At the loud clunk of the prison’s door kissing its hinge, my whole world crumbled. The only thing left in me was the small life breathing in my womb, something Draco never knew of. Right there, I made the resolution to live for my baby and find out the truth behind what happened in the pack that night.

I could hear the thoughts of the poorest girl in the entire school. At our campus ball, she deliberately ate food that contained nuts to give herself an allergic reaction and blame me for it. With tears streaming down her face, she cried, "I know you don't like me! I know you look down on girls as poor as me, but you can't bully me like this!" Everyone believed her and turned on me, including my fiancé, Mark Hawkins, who was expected to form a political alliance with my family through our engagement. He pinned me in place and demanded that I apologize to the 'victim'. I shook my head, trying desperately to explain that it was not me who put the nuts in her food. That was when I heard the thoughts of that 'poor' girl, Alice, ''So what if she's the mafia don's daughter? I still brought her down. Being defended by her rich, clueless fiancé feels incredible!' I was stunned. Before I could react, Mark pushed me to the floor and said firmly, "Helen, apologizing won't kill you." A disbelieving laugh slipped out of me. I wondered if he would still say the same thing if he could hear Alice's thoughts. When I finally gained the ability to share the thoughts I heard with someone else, I chose Mark without hesitation.

Two weeks before our wedding, Jonah Alston suddenly wants to postpone it. He says, "Sasha says she's having her first exhibition on that day. She'll be alone during the opening, and I'm worried she'll get stage fright. I have to help her. We're just going through the motions with the wedding, anyway. What does it matter whether it's a day earlier or later?" This isn't his first time postponing our wedding for Sasha Lester's sake, though. The first time he did it was because he claimed she missed having homecooked food after undergoing surgery. He'd flown abroad to care for her for two months. The second time was because he said she wanted to head into the mountains to get inspired. He'd gone with her out of concern for her safety. Now, this is the third time. I hang up and look at Austin Everett, my childhood sweetheart. He sits across from me, looking leisurely as he taps his emerald-embedded walking cane on the marble floor. I ask, "Do you need a wife?" On my wedding day, Sasha holds up her glass and waits for Jonah to clink it with his. However, his eyes are red as he watches a livestream—it's the wedding of the scion of Everett Group, the country's largest property development company.

“Paragons and past phantoms could leave a legacy of blood wars and endless pain…where love and hatred could lose or gain… “ The whole story started with a stupid mistake. Heather mistakenly gave her precious virginity to the wrong man in a deceptively right hotel room. The “wrong man” turns out to be the most sought-after bachelor and CEO of Primal Industries, Kahlil Zillion Primalion who heads a company that has been flourishing for what seems like an eternity. She thought it was a cunning plot by her own BFF Avaz. However, it seems that someone else staged the whole scene. It was by someone who knows here inside out…her other self. The whole scenario of their steamy night together went viral in the Net and was feasted on both by her co-workers, mostly bashers and know-it-all netizens. It almost ruined her life to the point that she wanted to end it. What’s more painful are her parents, especially father who adds more pain to her injury by disowning her, even calling her a prostitute, and her mother who was too helpless to even say soothing words. Good thing her brother remains a good listener, as her other siblings have been quite unreachable since their parents sent them away for adoption or to different orphanages. Her past traumas caused the unrevealed personality disorder in Heather. However, things became more twisted and turned to a superficially positive route as she became pregnant, and the CEO’s grandmother suddenly came into the picture, mandating that Khalil should marry Heather ASAP. Though business & bed partner Tamara threatened to interfere, and the CEO himself at first wanted to get rid of their child, he slowly falls for the bait of the stronger persona behind Heather’s past: Savarra.

Crystal Meka, a blind, hybrid slave to the most brutal lycan king alive, lived every day wishing to break free from the people who murdered her mother but everything changed when she found out that the lycan king she hated and feared with every fiber of her being was her true mate. It devastated Crystal so she kept a secret but on her 18th birthday, she rejected alpha King Elyon and paid dearly for it. Elyon compelled her to revoke her rejection but never accepted her due to the undying hatred he had for her kind; dragons and werewolves but he needed her by his side. Pressure as the king of one of the most powerful supernatural races made him take a Luna from his people. It broke Crystal's heart especially since the new Luna was after her life. Elyon however claimed Crystal at every opportunity he got without protecting her from his people. Crystal's status was barely upgraded from royal food taster to breeding slave of the king. With the low, nasty position came more oppression. A ray of hope shone on her when Elyon's younger brother who was an alpha of another kingdom offered her an escape from her prison. Will Crystal accept to leave her mate or will she persevere even with all the heartaches? And will Elyon let her leave even when he hates her?

Juni dan Juli adalah sepasang anak kembar yang berbeda jenis kelamin. Mereka bersepakat membuka usaha sebuah kedai makanan. Nenek mereka, Zalma adalah seorang pengusaha makanan terkenal di zamannya, diketahui memiliki sebuah resep bakmi yang sangat terkenal namun dirahasiakan. Juni dan Juli berusaha memiliki dan mempelajari resep tersebut. Ternyata resep tersebut saat ini dimiliki oleh Dimas Kusuma, seorang pengusaha makanan terkenal di Indonesia yang mendapatkan resep tersebut dari ayahnya, Cahyo Kusuma yang pernah menikahi Zalma sebelum akhirnya bercerai karena perselingkuhan Cahyo dengan wanita lain. Setelah melihat niat dan tekad dari Juni dan Juli, Zalma akhirnya mengajarkan resep itu kepada mereka. Akhirnya, Juni dan Juli membuka kedai makanan dengan resep sang nenek yang menjadi andalannya. Bakmi buatan Juni dan Juli mulai menemukan pelanggan sampai ada seorang food blogger yang merekam kedai tersebut dan menayangkan di akun Youtube channelnya sehingga menjadi viral sampai akhirnya diketahui oleh keluarga Kusuma. Bagaimana reaksi keluarga Kusuma setelah mengetahui hal itu? Bagaimana pula nasib Kedai Juni & Juli beserta resep Zalma? Apakah resep itu juga ada hubungan dengan pembunuhan-pembunuhan yang terjadi?

Ever had your world revolve around a man? ******* "Get off me" I furrow my brows "Wha....?" "Get off me damn it!" He yelled. I quickly get off him. He stand on his feet, put on his trousers and shirt. "Wh....where are you going?" "Going to get myself a better pussy. Yours sucks" A sharp pain crossed my chest. I feel my eyes tear up as I watch him head towards the door. "I want my fucking food ready before i get back" The last thing he said before slamming the door. ****** Cora Davidson is a simple, naive and timid nineteen year old girl. She has her world revolved around her abusive and disrespectful boyfriend, Hunter Phillips. They both live together, she cooks and clean after him without hesitation mainly because she has so much fear and respect for him. She also loves to cook. It is her dream to become a chef someday but her boyfriend called it a lame dream. Despite all her friend's advice to leave him, she continues sticking with him until she is taken as a payment for a debt her boyfriend owe. A debt he owes Alessandro 'East' Gonzalez, a very very dangerous mafia leader. Will Cora ever come out of it? Will her boyfriend even think of coming for her? Or will she remain a COLLATERAL?

The Garcia family's notorious illegitimate son — violent, obsessive, and dangerously unstable — had sent out a public marriage summons. One of us, my sister or I, was to become his bride. My father, with his career in ruins and his influence dwindling, had no choice but to agree. In desperation, I begged my boyfriend Eric Jordan to return home and make our engagement official. He did rush back, travel-worn and anxious — but only to ask for my sister's hand in marriage. Shattered, I demanded to know why. Eric frowned, his voice icy. "You're just a foster daughter of the Lynch family. You've eaten their food, lived under their roof for years. And if it weren't for Willa, you would've frozen to death on the street. Now's your chance to repay her. Don't be ungrateful." I refused to stay silent. He shoved me aside in frustration. "I told you — Willa and I are only pretending. Once she's out of danger and that lunatic forgets about the proposal, we'll divorce. I'll come back for you. However, stop embarrassing yourself like this — it's pathetic." What Eric did not know was… Willa Lynch escaped the marriage. However, I did not. Later, on the day of the wedding, as the bridal car passed the Jordan family estate, I looked out the window — and locked eyes with Eric. His face turned pale as a sheet.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”