Gemma Wren Nude

Shelia：3 years ago, I concealed my identity and married the dream girl of the whole country. Hugh, he is a firefighter who helps others and is a pilot who maintains peace. His wealth is his least worthy topic to mention. A year ago, he joined the peacekeeping force. When he came back, there was another woman standing next to him. "Sign this divorce agreement." This was the first thing he said after we reunited and met again. I chose to let go and no longer hide my past. But Hugh came back and asked me with sorrowful eyes, "Why do you lie to me?" Hugh: 3 years ago, my first love left me and I married a nurse, Shelia. A year ago, I met my first love while on a duty because she literally took a bullet for me. After my peace keeping mission, I decided to divorce Shelia. But accidents happened one after another, including terrorist attacks, kidnappings, nude blackmail photos, mysterious car accidents... I found that both these two women had ulterior motives and secrets. Who is lying? Who is my true love?

Clara's life takes an unimaginably drastic turn when she wakes up next to Billionaire Derek Montenegro. **** Clara is a maid at one of New York's most renowned hotels. She works two jobs to make ends meet and to protect her family from the debt her father's drinking left behind. What occurs when she meets Derek Montenegro, the heir to the largest hotel chain in the nation, a real ladies' guy, and also her boss? What transpires when her ex-boyfriend unexpectedly walks in and knocks him out? She spends the entire night taking care of him in an effort to keep her job. But something seems off. Not only is she half nude next to him when he wakes up with a searing headache, but he has no memory of the previous night. He dismisses her from her work because he views her as a floozy who is just interested in his money. What transpires when they cross paths again two weeks later and she blurts out, "I'm pregnant." Not to mention, she could have a chance of falling in love—this might lead to a lot of unexpected complications. Can genuine love really last in the midst of so many lies?

Even before marrying Wayne Cooper, I knew he had a fierce sister-in-law. He would always tell me to never get into a fight with her. After we marry, we spend Christmas Eve at his parents' house for the first time. I'm forced to bustle around in the kitchen as I prepare a feast for over a dozen people. Meanwhile, Wayne's family lounges in the living room. They chatter away while enjoying the fruits I've washed and sliced. As I place the last dish on the table, Wayne's brother and sister-in-law, Kyle Cooper and Lucy Wren, arrive. When I want to take my seat, I discover there isn't one for me. That's when Lucy snorts and says sarcastically, "I heard you're a good wife who's obedient and easygoing, Melanie. I have to say that your cooking is… mediocre, though." This infuriates me. I'm about to retort when she turns to my mother-in-law. She says, "I think you should do the cooking from now on, Gloria. Your food is delicious…"

In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel. But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow. And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care. In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.

It was never Mila's intention to send explicit images of herself to her crush's father. The realization that her dad's best friend had seen her nude was a nightmarish thought she wished to wake up from. To her surprise, Mr. Williams requested another naked picture of her. But she couldn't comply. He was her crush's father and her father's best friend. How could she possibly act like nothing had happened when they were coming over for dinner? Feeling trapped as Mr. Williams cornered her. He used one hand to pull up the bottom of her dress and the other to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back. "Please," Mila whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams." A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her buttocks. "You have no idea how much power I hold over you, Mila," he murmured. "Anything I desire, you will give me, or do you want me to show your father the picture you sent me?" Mila's grip on the counter grew tighter as she pushed her backside against him. This was all a mistake. It felt so wrong. "What do you want?" she asked. "You, on your knees in front of me."

Arielle Wren didn’t die a hero; she died as a sacrifice. On the day of her wedding, her own fiancé Alpha Damian drove a dagger into her heart. It wasn’t a crime of passion, but a sacred ritual demanded by the Inquisition to seal the coming Blood Eclipse. Tossed into the Void Chasm, Arielle was supposed to be erased from existence. But Arielle refused to fade. She crawled out of hell not as a human, nor as a werewolf, but as a "Glitch" a Hybrid anomaly fusing mortal blood with the devouring power of the Void. She is the only being in existence unbound by the Moon Oath, the absolute divine law that enslaves all werewolves to their gods. Returning to the surface with black eyes and a burning vendetta, Arielle crosses paths with Lycian, the ruthless Alpha King of the North. Lycian doesn’t offer her love or salvation; he offers a transaction. He needs a weapon capable of killing his political rivals without triggering the Oath, and Arielle needs a shield against the Inquisitors hunting her down. This isn’t a story about finding a soulmate. It’s a story about breaking fate. Arielle doesn’t just want to kill Damian. She intends to climb to the heavens and kill the "Moon" itself—the divine system that sanctioned her murder. Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance, Urban Fantasy, Revenge.

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?

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?

Not being able to wolf out was the worst thing that could happen to 18-year-old Calliope Wren—until she became prey to the ruthless Alpha Damon, all because of a deal gone wrong between him and her father. As her family tries to flee, tragedy strikes. Her father is killed, her mother vanishes without a trace, and Calliope is left alone—until something dormant within her awakens. A hidden power surges to the surface. She’s not just any wolf. She’s the Moon Wolf—rare, powerful, and coveted. When Alpha Damon discovers her true identity, his obsession deepens. But the truth cuts deeper than any blade: Damon is her biological father, the same monster who once abandoned her—and now seeks to extract her magic through dark means for his own twisted gain. As she runs for her life, fate intervenes. Calliope crosses paths with Alpha Ryker—the one the Moon Goddess destined for her. Fierce, protective, and haunted by his own past, Ryker may be the only one strong enough to help her survive what’s coming. Will Damon succeed in harnessing her power? Or will Cal—the child he once discarded—rise with her mate at her side as his ultimate downfall?

Elena didn't expect the drastic turn her life took in just one night. From discovering she was getting married, in place of her sister, to a mystery man, to bumping in on her unremorseful boyfriend cheating on her. Miserably, she agreed to take her sister's place. She thought she knew all what to expect and she prepared herself for it; a boring loveless marriage. Her soon-to-be husband was an extremely wealthy son of the Walton's but the rumors deemed him bedridden. He was also crippled and with a face scarred with burns. Elena thought she knew how their relationship would go until she eventually dived into it. Not only did the mystery ugly Billionaire turn out to be her worst nightmare and nothing like her thoughts, but he also had more secrets that would leave Elena wishing she hadn't judged too quickly. But there was no escape route for her now... *** His eyes narrowed as he stared at my nude figure, like a predator staring at his prey. "I've been gentle for you too long. And you've been a bad girl. It's time I mark you, and show you who you belong to now." "I'm yours, Master. I know I'm yours-" My voice was shaking as I knew this dangerous man wouldn't allow me to disobey him. I'm his bride as well as his personal slave. "I need you to prove it to me," he rasped near my ears while holding my hands to touch his desire, "Show me."