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—Entrenador, por favor ya no te presiones más contra mí. Tengo los leggings empapados. En el gimnasio, la alumna tenía un cuerpo espectacular y un trasero redondo, firme y voluptuoso. Me presioné a propósito contra su profunda hendidura. Ella percibió lo extraño y apretó las nalgas con fuerza. Esa sensación me encendió la sangre al instante. Lo que más me excitaba era que ella había reaccionado a mi roce y se bajó los leggings voluntariamente.

An ambitious human journalist, investigating a series of gruesome murders linked to a powerful but secretive family, finds herself drawn into the orbit of their ruthless and dominant alpha. He offers her protection and exclusive access, but his help comes at a price: she must submit to his control, all while trying to uncover the truth about his pack's dark secrets and the brutal murder of her own sister.

When my grandpa fell gravely ill and needed treatment abroad, the elders in the family decided to choose a junior to accompany him. They picked my cousin, but my mom tearfully pleaded with me to take her place. "You're a doctor. Caring for your grandfather is second nature to you. Bianca is an orphan, frail and delicate. She can't handle such a grueling task." To save her distress, I agreed to go in Bianca Pittman's stead, embarking on a five-year stay abroad. When my grandpa finally recovered, I boarded a flight home, eager to reunite with my family. But as I landed, a post on my mother's social media froze me in my tracks. [My daughter is getting married! Thank you all for your blessings!] But I was her only daughter. I couldn't help but wonder who she was referring to.

PSA: This book has high smut intensity, intoxicating chemistry and compelling family and sibling rivalry. Aanoni Adukolapo was raised to lead. He is disciplined, charismatic, egoistic, and heir to a fortune. At twenty-eight, he has carved his name into a perfume empire, a revolt against his father’s tight reins. But power has never unsettled him the way Ere does. Ereadurami is thirty-five: elegant and dangerously alluring. The kind of woman who should be sacred, a taboo, and off-limits in Yoruba culture. Her boutique displays her clothing artistry, work of a master. She is sweet, refined, but behind that subtle demeanor lies a hungry succubus. What begins as a random suggestion inside her boutique soon spirals into a hunger neither of them can resist. Every glance, every stare, every breath is calculated, meant not to seem weak. She is older, forbidden, and everything his father would use to destroy him. But the closer Aanoni gets to Ere, the harder it becomes to care about consequences. Desire is intoxicating, hypnotic and surrendering to her might be the most reckless, irresistible rebellion of all. Ere’s Scent is a sensual and erotic tale of age-gap temptation, power, and passion where legacy clashes with lust, where rebellion clashes with passion , and one forbidden woman could bring an empire to its knees.

After my father died, my mother remarried and took my younger sister and me with her. But her new husband had one condition—she could only bring one child. From people who used to hang around my dad, I later learned that my grandfather was actually a wealthy antique collector. My sister clung to him for her own future, refusing to let go. But in his eyes, her only job was to get straight A's; everything else—her clothes, her meals, her allowance—was kept to the bare minimum. I went with my stepfather instead. His business took off, and we eventually moved into a huge mansion. He even set me up with an engagement to the heir of a powerful, wealthy family. My sister was eaten up with jealousy. One day, she doused me in gasoline and dragged us both back in time to that day we had to choose our futures. This time, she lunged for my stepfather's hand and held on tight. "I want to stay with Mom and Dad," she announced. I didn't miss a beat. I immediately ducked behind my grandfather. 'Fine, Phoebe. You're the one who chose a life as a bargaining chip. Don't blame me for it. You can have it.'

Gabriel Del Fuego. Possessive and hardworking when it comes to business. But, being Millionaire can’t make him happy. He tries to win Carmela’s heart. Pag-angkin na inaakala niyang ikasasaya niya, kung sa huli ay matutuklasan niyang kakambal pala ng kanyang nobya ang babaeng nasa piling niya—si Almira Ocampo, ang babaeng nakatakdang ikasal sa kanyang kapatid. Saan siya dadalhin ng galit, maitatama ba ang pagkakamaling kahit kailan ay hindi na mabubura?

Atasha is accidentally inlove with her fuck body Kite until one day she found out that she was pregnant. He planned to tell Kite that he will become a father but she found out Kite proposing to his girlfriend.

What is the taste of betrayal? It’s bitter, like the fading fragrance of wilted roses. Camille, a talented yet proud perfumer, suddenly loses her sense of smell after a fateful accident. On the verge of despair and the collapse of her family’s fragrance brand, she is forced to collaborate with Antoine Moreau, a digital scent developer. Amidst the splendor of Paris, in a clash between tradition and technology, new scents begin to emerge – not only from the perfume bottles but also from Camille's heart, which she thought had long been closed.

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.

L'année de ma renaissance était aussi celle où la guerre contre les vampires a éclaté. La toute première chose que j'ai faite a été de me débarrasser du petit. Le petit de mon compagnon. Celui de l'Alpha Lucas. Dans ma vie précédente, il avait couvert son amie d'enfance, Sarah, lorsqu'elle s'était accouplée avec un vampire. Il avait pris mon enfant de sang pur et l'avait échangé contre le bâtard métis qu'elle portait. On m'avait accusée de trahison. On m'avait torturée à mort dans une cellule d'argent. Et mon propre fils, manipulé et endoctriné par Sarah, s'était tenu au-dessus de mon cadavre pour me dire de pourrir en enfer. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais enceinte de trois mois. Je n'ai pas hésité une seconde. Je me suis rendue directement à la cabane de la sorcière et j'ai bu le poison qu'elle m'a tendu. Mais tandis que la vie s'échappait de mon corps, j'ai débouché un autre flacon : une potion de Mimétisme, rare et coûteuse. Elle imite les battements de cœur d'un fœtus. Elle diffuse l'odeur d'une louve enceinte. Lucas veut un enfant sacrificiel pour endosser la faute de Sarah. Très bien. Je vais lui offrir le spectacle qu'il attend. Cette fois, je n'ai plus aucune faiblesse.