Han Sol Vernon Choi

Bill is a nobody, a health inspector who’s not above taking a few dollars to overlook a restaurant’s mouse problem, and hated by nearly everyone except his long-suffering girlfriend. His nephew, Trent, isn’t much better: sexually and morally confused, he’s probably the worst teenage con artist on the East Coast. But today, these two losers harbor a sentient parasite with a sarcastic sense of humor and a ravenous appetite. As the parasite figures out how to control its new human hosts, the focus of its desires grows from delicious cheeseburgers and beer to something much darker and more dangerous.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

“You're just a worthless Omega with no societal status in this Pack, so I can't accept you as a mate. It's an offense to my person!” **** Imagine getting rejected by your mate because he sees you as a low ranked wolf? Imagine getting sold by your mate to someone as ruthless as Alpha Lucian, who is feared by all Alphas? Arianna thought her life wouldn't get any worse after she gets rejected by her fated mate for being an omega, but FATE had something else in stock for her. Sold to a tyrant and cruel Alpha, who held a massive grudge against Omegas like her, she is left to battle between surviving in his pack, healing him and winning his heart as well. Would she be able to find happiness, especially now that she wielded something her ex mate needed badly? He wants her, but Alpha Luciano isn't ready to let her go. What would be her fate?

Amid the town's ongoing tensions between werewolves and witches, Erina, a witch on a vengeful mission, is sent to seduce Arden Gunner, the ruthless alpha werewolf. Tasked by her mother to infiltrate the Gunner pack, Erina's plan takes an unexpected turn as forbidden feelings for Arden surface, threatening to sabotage her ultimate goal. Will she choose loyalty to her coven and complete her mission, or will love compromise everything she's been sent to do?

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

His breathing kicked up a notch, his fist are in tight balls while he eye fuck her bareness. His manhood fought between his robes. He caused with all the demons taking possession of his body...he was a priest. Before he could inwardly remind himself over again, Camila rushed to grabs his hand, while she subconsciously direct his fingers in exploration. Starting from her right breast lump down to her harden nipple. "You can't deny you don't want this Father." She said in between frustrated moans. He hardly could look away, breaths cut short in anticipation on where her exploration takes his fingers to. But she only sucked on them, grinding it in her heat moistened saliva from root to the peak. All his body was in a sizzling heat now while she sucked on his bare neck and worked on doffing his rob from his shoulders. Her sex locked him close to the wall. To hell with the Devils, he needed this. He needed her right now. Never had she been his to own and explore but each ceaseless day always riled him up with the pleasure to have her, snatch her away from his vindictive drug lord Father and savor her with all manners of canal desires. Is this simply just lust of the flesh or fulfilling his deprivation of being acknowledged and loved. • • • • • Rated 18 guys.... Don't say I didn't Warn you, well except you can take the spice🤤

Ibenta ni Cressia Montinola ang sarili sa halagang isang milyon sa isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki upang pambayad sa operasyon ng kanyang ama. Ngunit sa kasawiang-palad, hindi niya pa rin ito nailigtas sa kapahamakan. Nagbunga ang gabing iyon, at pinalaki niya ang bata nang mag-isa—walang karamay na ama. Sa muli nilang pagtatagpo, hindi siya nakilala ng lalaki. Nais niyang ilihim ang kanilang anak, ngunit mapagbiro ang tadhana. Ang squatter area kung saan siya naninirahan ay pagmamay-ari mismo ng lalaki. He is Damon Moretti, a Filipino-Italian billionaire, and a successful businessman.

Oubliez les "tout les oppose mais ils s'aiment", on part sur un gros "ils s'aiment et putain ça va faire mal" Axelle Lyce a 22 ans, elle habite seule à New-York et elle est dépressive. Toute sa vie elle a eu l'impression de n'être qu'une toute petite flamme, si minuscule qu'on pourrait l'éteindre d'un souffle, ballottée de droite à gauche et qui se force à briller de tout son éclat pour ne pas montrer à quel point elle est fragile. Une toute petite flamme qui va rencontrer l'essence. /!\ VULGARITE EXTRAIT *Mon pied part en direction de son ventre mais il le bloque avec une agilité déconcertante et le rejette, me faisant chanceler. Je commence à penser que je suis vraiment débile. Il balance son poing vers mon épaule. Je pare sans difficulté mais son autre main vient s'écraser violemment dans mes côtes. Aïe ! Je perds l'équilibre et manque de tomber. Contrairement à ce que je m'attendais, il n'en profite pas pour attaquer et se remet docilement en garde. Mon flanc me lance douloureusement. Je lui jette un regard noir. « T'en as déjà marre ? Me nargue-t-il. » Décidément, il a l'air de bien s'amuser. Cette fois, je n'ai plus envie de jouer. Je lui prépare un de mes coups favoris. D'abord, le poing au menton. Il esquive sans problème mais ne voit pas mon coude arriver dans sa mâchoire. Puis un grand coup de pied en plein torse pour le faire reculer. Il vacille et porte ses mains à son visage. Puis il me regarde de nouveau, surpris. Je ne résiste pas à l'envie de le provoquer un peu. « Et toi ? » Il ne tarde pas à retrouver son sourire.

"Are you afraid of me, Celina?" The Prince asked huskily, and she shivered at the intense look in his eyes. She didn't answer, making him take a step forward in her direction.He reached over and ran his thumb across her cheekbones, watching her breathing pause as she dared not move beneath the touch of this strange, imposing man. "Well, you should be." *** Celina Roman is a wallflower, shy, reserved but loved by people around her. She cares for her parents and two sisters above all, a fact that's led the eighteen-year-old to do anything for them. What she wasn't expecting was for her family to sell her to the Prince so that they could have money. Prince Javier DeRose is a name better suited for a myth than a man. Like that of the devil, people either whisper it in fear or worship the ground he walks. He is rich, cold, demanding and likes to be all alone in a Dark Palace, protecting his secret. When Celina steps on his doorstep his life changes forever. Filled with secrets and scars, these two individuals are thrown together to live under the same roof. Will they find a way together or forever stay apart? ***

Natasha Kisniver never planned to steal from the Mafia. But when her younger sister collapses and the hospital halts her treatment over unpaid debts she couldn't afford, Natasha is pushed beyond desperation. Her only option? Steal a priceless ring from Jackson Darkmoon—a billionaire tech she believes is untouchable. The ring is sold on the black market, and her sister’s treatment resumes. But then she discovers a fatal mistake she made on her research: Jackson Darkmoon doesn’t exist. He’s a false identity, a fictional character of Alexander Darkmoon—the elusive and feared godfather of a Mafia empire her late father had always warned her about. Realizing she’s stolen from the most dangerous man alive, Natasha runs. But Alexander Darkmoon is not a man who forgives theft—especially not something so personal. He finds her within hours. She can’t repay him in money, so he takes her instead. Claimed as his property, Natasha is pulled into a brutal, opulent world where power is everything—and one wrong move could mean death. She vows to escape. But as she sees the man behind the monster, she changes her mind. As days turn into weeks, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. Alexander's control slips the more time he spends with her. Enemies start circling, and her presence — once a punishment — becomes a dangerous liability. Or worse, the key to his downfall. Just when Alexander begins to trust her, Natasha makes a desperate move to help her sister again — unknowingly putting a deadly plan planned by Alexander's rivals into motion. Betrayed and furious, Alexander pushes her away. But when she’s kidnapped by the very enemies he warned her about, Alexander is faced with a brutal choice: Let her go—or burn his empire to save her.

In the dead of night, a secret was born. A deal was made, a soul was sold, and a fate was sealed. Sixteen-year-old violet's life was forever altered as she became a pawn in a deadly game. Her grandmother's desperate gamble had unleashed a horror beyond her wildest imagination. The Mafia's cold, calculating eyes had claimed her, and their ruthless leader, Shawn, had made one thing clear: Violet was now his property. The clock was ticking. Two years. That's all the time her grandmother had to repay the debt. Two years, or violet would face the consequences. The darkness closed in, and Violet's screams were silenced by the shadows.