Herói Imortal

He smelled the woman who saved her, her scent overwhelmed his nostrils, and could only mean one thing, she belonged to him. His instinct urged him to imprint her. Adhara is her mate." A leadic and brutal Alpha of the clan, Jarckon, falls under the spell of a witch who turns him into a cursed wolf from time to time. One night in a dark wooden forest, Adhara ran away she found and meet Jarckon, who was severely wounded. She saved Jarckon and take care of him until the time she come to know that Jarckon is her Fated mate. Adhara imprisoned in his castle. Jarckon thought that Adhara approached him with another purpose to conspire him against his brother Slagle. Not too long, Adhara found out she was imprisoned in order to protect her from Slagle, who plans to kill her. Jarckon suffers and loses consciousness. In the end, he found it hard to change back to his human form. He could remain a wolf with animal nature. How will Adhara accept Jarckon to be his Fated mate? How the curse will lift and back to his human nature? Will Adhara learn to love him?

"Fuck," he said, as his eyes lingered on my breasts. "If we do this, we do this my way." "Not a problem, Daddy," I said to be bratty, but when he lifted his eyes to meet mine, they were blazing. My pussy throbbed in response. He liked that. "Rule number one, you cannot tell your mother about anything we do." "I wouldn't." *** "Spread your legs, princess." I swallowed down any apprehension and did as he asked. "Mmm. Keep it bare, just like this. It'll feel better for you, and I love the soft skin against my tongue." I puffed out a breath at the thought of his tongue on me. He rubbed a callused finger down the bare lips of my pussy, and I shivered. Then he leaned down and gave it a lick. I moaned. So loud. *** It was already too much. I'd never had a tongue inside me, and it was heaven. "Please," I begged. "That feels..." All words faded from my brain as he started fucking me with his flexed tongue. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, hoping he could get deeper. I needed him deeper. "My tongue can only go so deep," Daddy said. "My cock can go much deeper, but you're not ready for that yet." "I am," I promised. "Please." Instead of answering me with words, he slid one thick finger inside me. I panted as it stretched me. I'd fingered myself but had been too embarrassed to buy a dildo. "Please, Daddy." *** Her Stepfather's Crush is a forbidden age-gap romance about dangerous attraction, love at first sight, and secrets that threaten to shatter everything. Trigger Warning: This book contains taboo themes, including a romantic/sexual relationship between a stepfather and stepdaughter. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

She bumped into him when she tried to escape from her abusiveboyfriend. The first met that caught his attention. Fate brought themtogether again for the second time and he became her life saver onceagain. Since that day, he declared to himself that he wanted to knowmore about her and more importantly he wanted to marked her as hisgirl.The abusive boyfriend ended up being an advantage to him. He forcedher to be with him with the excuse to keep her safe."Did you..did you tell them about Matt?" She stuttered as if she was scared to mentioned the name in house."Do you want me to?"No..""I won't tell them about him.""Promise?"I nodded my head, "Promise but with one condition." Now I killed her smile and replaced it with a curious look."What?""Marry me.""What?!""Be my wife."He loved. She hated.He approached. She escaped.He confessed. She rejected.Between persistency & stubbornness who will win?Read the love story of Dominic and Arabella to find out how he try to winher and marked her as his girl.

His nose was an inch away from mine. Eyes looked down it with burning intensity. “You are mine, Adelia. And there is nothing in the world that can change that.” He growled, tracing the side of my face with a feather-light touch. I recoiled and swatted his hand away. Wanted to move backward. Out of his proximity but a strong hand settled on my lower back. Pulled me into him. Our eyes met again, letting all of my venom show in them. “You are married, Michael. Married and human! Us being mates doesn't take away from that fact.” I hissed. His blue eyes darkened. Hand flexed on my back. “Then turn me. Make me a wolf and I will be by your side until the world burns.” “Married. That is another obstacle. I won't be a home-wrecker. Never again.” I tried to move away from him. Away from the lurking promise of death and destruction if I gave in to him. Remained in his presence. But his hand twined with my dress. Forced me to stay so deathly close to him. I felt my resolve melt away. “She will understand. How can't she? We were destined to be together by the goddess herself.” He whispered and brushed his lips against my cheek. A shudder ran down my spine. “A goddess that you don't believe in.” Michael pulled away. Smiled cruelly down at me. “The only goddess I believe in is the one right in front of me.” I didn't stop him when his lips crashed into mine. Or when his tongue drifted over my bottom lip. Opened up for him so that he could explore the inside of my mouth. Devoured me whole. Morals be damned, then.

Grayson Miller a powerful, calculated and ruthless man bound by vengeance. When fate ties him to Emma, a quiet and resilient woman with a painful past,his carefully controlled world begins to unravel. Grayson sets out on a path of retribution, blaming Emma for a tragedy he can't let go of. But the more he hurts her, the more he's drawn to the warmth behind her pain. Emma wounded and confused, finds herself trapped in Grayson's web of contradiction,—Cold yet protective, cruel yet caring. As secrets surface and emotional clash, Grayson begins to question everythimg he thought he knew about Emma.......Now he must confront the man he's become and fight for the one woman whose love could either save or destroy him. Will love surpass guilt and past pain? In a story woven with longing, regret and redemption, "For Her Heart Again" is a gripping tale of love that burns even through the darkest storms.

Mia had one goal in life and that was to get away from her abusive family. One day she can’t take it any more and leaves, no plans and nowhere to go. So, what will happen when she meets Jacob and starts to fall for him. The guy who refuses to settle with one girl. He’s a werewolf Alpha of the biggest pack in Australia, but Mia knows nothing about the werewolf realm until she crosses paths with the mother who abandoned her! Will they be able to work things out and will Mia finally get the happy ending she has craved for so long?

John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday. I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight. All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger. That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities. It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard. "Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"

🔔 Fair warning: This book contains steamy scenes, forbidden desires and language. Two weeks after her father’s burial, Scarlett’s mother brings home a tattooed, irresistible lover. Scarlett swears she won’t want him—but forbidden desire doesn’t play fair. Scarlett knows he’s off-limits. He’s her mother’s lover. But every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, drags her deeper into obsession. Soon, secrets become touches. Touches become nights of forbidden ecstasy. And Scarlett discovers that once you taste sin, you can never spit it back out.

My younger sister was crazy about novels and always envied the way ordinary heroines pick up penniless heroes and climb the social ladder. So, she started picking up men wherever she could. Until one day, a man with a face covered in sores collapsed at our doorstep. I instantly recognized the signs of syphilis and warned my sister repeatedly, and only then did she give up the idea. However, fate had other plans: my sister's best friend "picked him up" instead and married into a wealthy family. My sister held a grudge. On my birthday, she locked me in my room and set it on fire. No matter how desperately I begged, she refused to open the door. Outside, she sneered: "I know you're just scared I'll live better than you, so you want to drag me down into misery with you. People like you don't even deserve to be a sister!" I burned alive, my body reduced to nothing but ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister insisted on "picking up that man." This time, I quietly stepped back, letting her have her way—of course, I chose to let her succeed.

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside. From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear. Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law. "Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad! Your daughter's locked herself in the bedroom and says she's gonna end it all!"