Hero On A Mission

Soy la protagonista de una historia erótica. ¿Mi especialidad? Convertir lo que está frío o tibio en algo que siempre arde... y moja a mares. El primer día que llegué a un juego de terror, el BOSS les dijo a todos que eligieran cómo querían morir. Sonreí y, sin dudarlo ni un segundo, respondí: —Yo elijo por falta de aire, con las piernas temblando, los ojos brillando... y un placer tan intenso que me mate de puro gusto. BOSS: ¿Qué diablos...?

Elias cleared his throat and rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” he said. I tilted my head. “No. Not like that.” His brows rose. “Then how…?” Being so close to him, his scent enveloping my senses messed with my brain. My eyes dragged down his naked chest, to his abs and stopped at the V line in his lower abdomen. Just this one time, I was letting my emotions and desires control me. Just this once, I didn't want to care about the consequences. I reached out slowly, took his hand in mine, and guided it up my chest, dragging it down the line of my torso, over warm skin, every inch of contact making his breath hitch. His hand trembled as it followed my guide and I could feel electricity tingling at every inch he touched. I guided his hand lower and lower, his eyes widened when I stopped with his hand on my rock hard cock. With his hand still in mine, I squeezed on my cock and groaned in pleasure. I leaned in, my voice a low whisper against his ear, “Like this.” ************************************* Elias Thorne, a secret Omega who has trained to be a Perfect Alpha, was sent to Mortlach Alpha Academy to solidify his position as the next Alpha of Silverhaven During his time in the school, he only had two orders to follow; stay away from the heirs of the Crescent Pack and make Selena Drake your mate to forge an alliance with her Pack But a simple order became the hardest task for him when Rowan Vale, the Alpha's second son of Crescent Pack was assigned as Elias’s roommate, whose mere presence woke up the part of him that he tries to suppress.

The wealthy Hanson family makes it clear that whichever sister gives birth to the family's first grandson will inherit the billion-dollar fortune. In my previous life, my sister, under our parents' arrangement, married the strong and healthy third son, Jerome Hanson. I, on the other hand, was given to the gloomy eldest son, Lester Hanson, whose legs were paralyzed. Under my treatment, Lester regained full use of his legs. I became pregnant with the Hanson family's first grandson. Meanwhile, my sister was driven to madness by Jerome's abuse, becoming the laughingstock of every wealthy woman's dinner gossip. On the day I went into labor, my sister stabbed my belly with a knife. Then, she pulled me off a rooftop with her. Now, in this life, we start over. The moment Lester sends over a golden bridal bouquet, my sister snatches it without hesitation. "I want to marry Lester!" she declares.

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?

เธอเป็นเจ้าสาวเพราะสถานการณ์บังคับ ส่วนเขารับเธอเป็นเมียด้วยความโกรธแค้นที่ถูกหักหลัง ==== "ลองเข้ามาสิ ฉันเอานี่ฟาดหัวคุณแน่" "คุณไม่กล้าหรอก" "จะลองดูไหมล่ะ คิดจะใช้กำลังกับฉันงั้นหรือ ฉันยอมตายซะดีกว่า" "แต่ผมเป็นผัวคุณ อยากจะมีอะไรกับคุณเมื่อไหร่ก็ได้ ทีกับผู้ชายคนอื่นคุณยังไปนอนกับมันได้" "ฉันไม่ได้ทำ!" ไม่มีอะไรจะทำให้โกรธมากไปกว่าถูกกล่าวหาโดยไม่เปิดโอกาสให้โต้แย้งอีกแล้ว พุดธิดาสติขาดผึง ปาโคมไฟราคาแพงใส่เขา เฉียดศีรษะปณิณไปนิดเดียว "นี่คุณกะจะฆ่าผมเลยหรือไง"

"After a messy break-up, police officer Matthew Haldon is fine living in his cabin out in the woods all by himself. He has his dogs to keep him company and his job to keep him busy. He never expects to find love again, especially not with the woman he finds stranded on the side of the road during a blizzard. When Matt realizes that Holly Cook has nowhere to go, he invites her to stay at his cabin for the night. Holly is dangerous, though: with her fiery red hair and her bubbly personality, she tempts Matt like no woman ever has. As the snowstorm rages outside, Matt and Holly share a night that neither will forget. Yet Holly’s past isn’t about to let her go—and now, neither is Matt. This title was previously published as Adore Me Ardently. It’s been rereleased with a brand-new look and with lightly edited content."

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”

At the contract-signing meeting, a major client casually asks our new technician if she can handle her alcohol. She immediately pours a glass of red wine over his head and says coolly, "This sort of socializing is a bad habit. I'm putting an end to it." Leon Langley, a top client who brings the company 300 million dollars in annual revenue, flies into a rage and tears up the contract on the spot. As the project lead, I bend over backward to apologize and drink with Mr. Langley until I'm hospitalized with gastric bleeding—just to salvage the deal. When I report the incident to my boss, he scolds me instead. "As the person in charge, you nearly ruined the project. Forget the three-million-dollar commission we planned to give you. Consider this a warning." After that, I put Hannah Storrie's name on the department's downsizing review list. She sneers. "I'm a top talent the boss poached at great expense. I'm not some cheap hostess who survives by smiling and drinking like you. "Firing me would be throwing the company down the drain. When that happens, you'll be begging me to come back." I ignore her. However, when the review period ends, the name on the layoff list turns out to be mine. My boss seizes the opportunity to announce that Hannah will replace me as the new sales director. "Clients are extremely important to us. You don't seriously think you're capable of landing them, do you? "Hannah's is more qualified, more tech-savvy, and prettier than you. She's clearly the better choice." I simply smile, turn around, and dial a number.

Vivian, also know as the 'Expert', is on a mission to eliminate and kill the Alpha member of Barren City. With a disease that she said was a miracle, she could not sense pheromones at all, making her an omega who would not easily submit and lose to the alpha with a deadly aura. She is the executor because her small body and information about her being an omega make him not suspected and even considered weak. Until one day he thought Xavier was his victim, he was an alpha who was on the white list in the Fonatsiya Tower syndicate. He was a good person, even if Vivian just about to kill him before. And when they met again, it turned out that Xavier was a lecturer at his current campus. Because of that, they became close, and perhaps a feeling of comfort began to grow between them. But is that the right choice? After all, Vivian is an assassin from the Bouwer organization. And Xavier was the one who almost died because of Vivian. Would he not hold a grudge at'all against her, against a woman who was part of Bouwer, a target of various parties, including his own organization?

"I need you," he whispered as I felt the pressure of him at my entrance. "It hurts," I whimpered. "I will go as slow as you could endure," he said trailing soft kisses to my shoulder all the way to my ear. "Why can I not be free to find my mate? This is unfair to him," I said placing my hands on the king's firm chest. "Because you are mine, McKenna," he whispered. "I am for no one," I rebutted. "I will never hurt you, my love. If you want me to stop all you must do is ask," he said gathering my hands in his before he eased himself inside me. The myth of the bastards has been long gone from the texts of history. It has been said that this treachery of dragging bastards back hasn't occurred in the last hundred years as it became frowned upon. Some even say that the Moon Goddess will curse her werewolf children if this epidemic was to begin happening again. Why can't life just be simple?