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I take a step back, ready to change course and leave, but the Lycan King closes the distance between us. He’s dangerously close to me now, his body in full display and sending my whole body aflame. The familiar heat between my legs starts to appear. “Where are you going?” he whispers, his breath hot against the top of my head. “Are you really trying to leave?” I don’t say anything. I can’t. All I can think about is how his length would feel like inside me, and that’s not something I want to linger on right now. I need to focus. He laughs softly. “I know you feel it too. There’s no denying it. You’re mine.” * * * Outcast. Freak. Cursed. These are things that Beta heiress Valeria Ross is used to hearing. After all, with her otherwordly appearance, and her cursed white wolf, she’s bound to be set apart from everyone else. So much so that even her mate who promised her eternal love casts her aside, choosing her much better stepsister as a partner. Deciding that things should end on her terms, she decides to flee her pack. Only to run into the arms of the Lycan King, Ares Ryder, who’s spent centuries looking for his mate and finally found it in her. Now Valeria is faced with a hard choice. Will she stay in the shadows of her family, forever tormented with the sight of her mate with her sister? Will she exchange that hell for a softer one, a life with a cruel King who’s known for collecting women like trophies?

ใช่ครับผมท้องกับคุณ แต่ผมไม่ได้อยากให้คุณมาเป็นพ่อของลูกผม

Veronica, a musician in a band, finds herself on a sticky wicket when she realizes that the man of her dreams—Théo Reynaud—is an elaborate masquerade to his danger-seeking alter ego. As she tries to stay relevant in the music scene, she battles depression and bouts of anxiety while dealing with a dysfunctional long-distance relationship. Théo is a fashion model striving to make a good living in the cutthroat industry while moonlighting as an informant. After a vindictive crime boss endangers his family, he is tasked to complete his final assignment to keep his loved ones out of harm's way, and be with the woman he loves. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ genres: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, CRIME, DRAMA ▬▬▬▬▬▬ This is a work of fiction. Places, characters, dialogues, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. This story contains profanity, sexual themes, drug usage, and some violence intended for mature readers. Read at your own risk. [DISCLAIMER: The author does not own the original images on the book cover.]

Mates haven't existed for fifty years but moon goddess is sad watching her species die out. She decides to pair motorcycle president/alpha with sweet Ava and it goes horribly wrong. isn't the only issue for them Sebastian loves whores and his favorite Lisa hates Ava and tries to frame her for crimes against his club. Will their mate relationship survive? Will Ava forgive him? Read along to find out.

อยากได้ผู้หญิงตัวเล็กเป็นเมียเว้ย ไม่ใช่ได้ผู้ชายตัวเท่าควายมาเป็นผัวแบบนี้

//DARK ROMANCE//   //CONTAINS EXPLOIT STEAMY CONTENT, PLEASE BE WARNED//   "Please doctor, please fuck me please". Ann begged.   Her hands were handcuff below her knee which made her legs hang up in the air.     Marcus observed her cunt that was splayed wide open for his eyes to feast on. His cock hardened and tried to break free out of his pants but he suppressed his urge as he stared at her wet entrance with lust filled in his eyes.  "Please touch me doctor, please touch me down there doctor it hurts so baaaaaad.....". Ann begged, she tried touching her cunt but the handcuffs around her wrist were avoiding her.  Marcus smirks, he strode to the bed where she was positioned at the edge of the bed and swat down. His face, facing her swollen pussy as he maintains direct eye contact with her dripping wet entrance.  "Ahhhh... doctor touch me...touch me please....". Ann begged as she felt his hot breath fanning her pussy. Her breath quickened and her nipple hardened in reaction. She  was engrossed with so much pleasure that she craved for his fingers to touch her.  "Are you sure you want me to touch you?". Marcus asked in a raspy voice. It made shivers run down her spine. She arched her back and tightly closed her eyes.  "Touch me please...touch me...I want your fingers in my fucking hoe, I want you to fuck me with those thick fingers of yours". Ann screams loud in a shakery voice. Her legs were trembling as she craved for him to unleash his finger into her cunt.  "You asked for this". Marcus said as he slid his two fingers into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva before bringing it out.  

You are nothing to me but a lowly slave, you don't deserve to be my mate!" Jane suffered once again when her fated mate, the Alpha of the blue-moon Pack, pushed straight through the door and left. All the members of her pack had been brutally slaughtered by their enemies eight years ago, and she had been taken to a hostile pack to be used as a slave, humiliated, and beaten through her lonely formative years.But it was at this time that she was brought back to his pack by her mate, Alpha Gillian of the Blue-moon Pack. Here she truly has friends and feels that the future is full of hope. With their encouragement, she tries hard to become stronger, but what comes with it is not a life full of happiness. Her mate is disgusted with her slave status and weakness and rejects her. She is insulted over and over again, used as a spy, and put into the custody of a hostile pack. She is once again plunged into the depths of despair. It is not until she is on the verge of death for his mate that she discovers that she is a descendant of the moon..

เขาเปลี่ยนชีวิตเธอจากเด็กฝึกงานธรรมดาสู่การเป็นเลขาคู่ใจมานานกว่า5ปีแต่สิ่งที่เธอทำไม่เพียงแต่ทำงานเลขาเธอยังคอยปรนนิบัตเขาในยามค่ำคืนอีกด้วย

"กลับมาคบกันไม่งั้นฉันจะบอกพ่อแม่เธอเรื่องคืนนั้นที่ฉันเอาเธอแล้ว"

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.