Novel & Cerita Head-shaking No

Cercei had spent her entire life serving the MoonStone Pack. She was taught to endure cruelty in silence and bow her head, even when her dignity was torn apart. On the night of the Moon Ball, everything changed. Beneath the silver moon, she fled into the forest and crossed paths with a man whose presence felt dangerous, overwhelming, and strangely familiar. “You’re shaking,” he said softly. “I should be afraid of you,” Cercei replied. Lucian stepped closer, his crimson eyes fixed on hers. “Then why does your scent tell me you’re mine?” He was Lucian Red, King of the North. Her fated mate. Before Cercei could face the truth, her father was betrayed and killed, and she was cast out as a rogue. While she suffered in silence, Lucian was trapped by lies and forced into an engagement with a woman who claimed a bond that was never hers. When fate finally brought them face to face again, Lucian knew at once. “Remove your mask,” he commanded. Cercei whispered, “If I do, you’ll never let me go.” His voice lowered. “I never planned to.” With kingdoms on the edge of war and secrets soaked in blood, Lucian must claim the woman the world tried to break. And Cercei must decide whether she will remain a servant of fate, or rise as the Luna she was always meant to be.

I loved Adriano Ferraro—yeah, that Don—for five freaking years. He wasn't just my fiancé; he was my anchor in a world where loyalty got tested, and weakness got you killed. We had it all mapped out—dreams, plans, a future we actually thought we owned. Until I lost our baby. I reached for him, shaking, desperate for anything. But comfort never came. Instead, it was her. His stepsister, propped up. "Don't buy her act. She's just fishing for attention—again." That snake smiled like she just won a prize for emotional torture, dripping venom while fanning the flames. And Adriano? He bought it. He turned away. In that moment, it hit me—I wasn't just grieving. I was completely alone. The kid I carried, the future I built in my head? Gone. And so was I. I walked out. On him. On the Ferraro Family I was stupid enough to think I could belong to. All I left behind was silence. Empty space where we used to be. Now Adriano's drowning in regret, but it's too damn late. The life we should've had, the love we should've built? Dust. And her? The stepsister who ruined it all? She's paying for every lie.

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

His dick continued pounding into her. He had gone harder, stretching her even more. She couldn't help but moan. This sound had him losing his mind. He went even faster, his finger stuck in her hair. "Fuck!" He cursed as his breathing turned rapid. His hand went down to spread her legs apart as she tried closing them, not being to take all he was giving her. "Don't close them!" He said between grunts. His hand went to play with her clit. It had turned swollen. With each thrust, his hand went in a circle on her. His rough fingers were soft on her, going soft but at the same time, hard. He knew his techniques. Her legs began shaking more as she was on edge. She was ready to cum. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to drool slightly. His thrust remained in pace soon her walls began to tighten. She was near. " Oh yes!" She screamed as she came hard on his dick. She tried catching her breath, short of air from their sex. Quickly, he rolled over and she ended up on top. His dick was still inside her, hard and twisting. That was when it hit her, he hadn't had his release but she still asked. "What are you doing?" "We aren't done yet. You are going to ride me, hard and fast."

You are mine, this lips are mine to kiss, this pussy is mine to fuck or fingers, fingering her pussy oh my. please, Emily cried, throwing her head back when the pleasure become to much, paired with his aimed thrust, Emily couldn't stay still as her legs began shaking and stomach tightened In a hard knot, I'm gonna….. with a hard cry, Emily come apart, she clung to him desperately as he continued to kiss her, withdrawing his hand from her pussy In one sweet merciless thrust, he then slid in his cock inside her, she cried out softly and arched her back feeling all of him enter her in one go. Alex breath hard against her mouth delicious way possible Fuck Emily have miss this, you're mine Emily. He said, slowing his thrust Please.. please, please don't stop- Emily said desperately Say it! Say you're mine. I'm yours Alexender, ahhhhhh she moan only yours EMILY GRAYSON- 22years Virgin found her boyfriend having sex with his secretary in his office. Feeling heartbroken, betrayed and hurt, Emily make up her mind to lose her virgin to a one night stand ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S - 28years A Billionaires, Italian Mafia boss who don't believe in love, only believe in one night stand with no strings attached, but when he meet Emily every thing change, but faith is not on their side,

18+. Carmen is the secretary of Kay and Bay's corporation. She fell in love with the Billionaire CEO,Kay who has intentions of marrying her. Their story is one filled with unending passion of love and affection. Kay on the other hand becomes obsessed with his darling wife despite the unfavorable circumstance shaking their marital life. Carmen recounts the sweet memories of their interesting and intimate moments of living as a couple amidst the doubt and rage of others

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

“This place is huge. Don't you ever get lonely?" “I do,” he grinned. “That's why I can't wait for you to marry me and move in.” I laughed, shaking my head. "You're crazy.” “Crazy about you and I don't even know why.” *** She wants a green card. He wants revenge. But it seems they'll get more than they bargained for.

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.