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While I'm waiting for my wife, Anna Fulton, I happen to come across a popular post on social media that's posted by someone who lives in the same city as I do. "What should I do if my husband clings to me too much?" Among the comments that make fun of the original poster for flaunting her happy marriage on the Internet, the lengthy comment left by a masculine ID attracts my attention. "You gotta pretend to be ditzy and dumb. My childhood friend was forced to marry the man she doesn't love, so I suggested to her that she should pretend to be a directionally-challenged idiot. She kept up that facade for five years so far. "After that, her mother-in-law kept urging her to give birth to a baby. So, she secretly coated the stairs with grease, leading to her husband falling down the stairs. When she drove him to the hospital, she pretended to lose her way and drove a few laps around the suburban area. In the end, her husband could never get his manhood up ever again because the treatment got delayed. "Her mother-in-law thought it was an accident. She was afraid that my childhood friend might abandon her husband, so she bought her a house and a car. You have no idea how much that mother-in-law sucked up to her! "Today is her husband's professor selection day. She even suggested to him that she'd drive him to the campus. But the truth is, she plans on pretending to lose her way in the traffic just to drag the time out so that I can replace him in the selection. "Once her husband fails the selection, she'll use the opportunity to convince him to resign from his job. He's already a loser, to begin with. Once he loses his job, she'll have a valid reason to divorce him once and for all." The familiar experience makes my heart skip a beat. Before I can ruminate about the details, I hear Anna's guilt-ridden voice drifting into my ear. "I think I'm lost, Claude. Surely you can make it to the selection on time, right?"

Ils se sont aimés pendant huit ans. Pour Noah Lambert, Delphine Colin est passée de la femme idéalisée qu'il gardait au fond du cœur à une présence dont il avait hâte de se débarrasser. Pendant trois ans, elle a fait des efforts, jusqu'à ce que la dernière parcelle de ses sentiments s'épuise. Delphine a alors perdu toute illusion et elle est partie. Le jour de la rupture, Noah a ricané : « Delphine, j'attends que tu viennes me supplier de nous remettre ensemble. » Mais, à force d'attendre, ce qu'il a appris, ça a été la nouvelle du mariage de Delphine. Fou de rage, il a composé son numéro : « Tu as assez fait de scandales ? » À l'autre bout du fil, une voix grave d'homme a répondu : « Monsieur Lambert, ma fiancée est sous la douche, elle ne peut pas répondre à votre appel. » Noah a ricané et a raccroché aussitôt, persuadé que ce n'était qu'une stratégie de Delphine pour le faire tourner en bourrique. Jusqu'au jour du mariage de Delphine. Lorsqu'il l'a vue, vêtue d'une robe blanche, tenant son bouquet et avançant vers un autre homme, il a compris enfin : Delphine ne voulait vraiment plus de lui. Comme un fou, il s'est précipité devant elle : « Delphine, je sais que j'ai eu tort. Ne te marie pas avec un autre, d'accord ? » Delphine a soulevé sa jupe en passant devant lui : « Monsieur Lambert, tu n'avais pas dit que toi et Anne étiez faits l'un pour l'autre ? Alors, pourquoi venir t'agenouiller à mon mariage ? »

— Utilise ta putain de bouche, ordonna-t-il, déjà ses mains ont attrapé ma tête et m’ont tirée vers sa bite épaisse. J’ai ressenti une démangeaison presque incontrôlable dans ma chatte. J’étais terriblement excitée à l’idée de savoir que je prendrai cette énorme bite dans ma chatte. — Ta bouche est trop petite pour ma bite n’est-ce pas ? Alors petite salope, lèche-moi cette bite . — Tu adores quand je te traite de salope n’est-ce pas ? — Réponds à ma question, tu aimes quand je te traite de salope n’est-ce pas ? demanda-t-il en me donnant un coup sur les fesses. — Oui j’adore ça bébé, je suis ta grande salope. Vas-y, donne-moi encore des fessées, vas-y, vas-y. Trois ravissantes femmes… Toutes, je les ai rendues accro à ma bite. Rien que des patates, dévorées par le désir. D’abord Miranda, puis Cynthia, sa fidèle amie d’enfance… et bientôt d’autres. Ceci n’est pas une simple histoire de passion. Non. C’est le récit du sexe infernal. Un sexe qui consume, qui dévore et qui laisse une marque brûlante sur chaque corps qu’il traverse. Le sexe infernal, c’est cette union sauvage où plaisir et douleur se confondent, où chaque gémissement devient une prière et chaque pénétration, une damnation délicieuse. Alors, suivez-moi. Vous allez goûter, ligne après ligne, paragraphe après paragraphe, à ce vertige où la luxure règne en maîtresse. Et je vous le promets : vous allez adorer.

Melanie is her name, her brown hair has turned to black because of dirt, her brown eyes which held no emotions, she was raised like an animal, her only purpose in life is to feed and satisfy younger men’s sexual urge else she will be flogged and tortured like an animal, her senses were like that of an animal and she behaves like an animal, the only language she knows are sexual language and the only type of sounds she makes is crying and moaning. All her life she never lived like a human, she lived in a cage and eat food meant for animals, she's the greatest asset the Cougar Empire possesses because she can satisfy hundred of men in a day and won't get tired and even if she does, she would be flogged and tortured till her strength comes back. She was the best of all cougars but she get the least attention, she rarely bath…the only times they force her to bath is whenever there's job for her to deliver, she's more like an animal in human form, she eats like an animal and she's the only cougar that was kept in hostage because she can be violence when she becomes hungry, they rarely feeds her, she's always walking around with her two hands chained, and she never stand up straight like normal human beings, she always bend while walking just like animals, All her life has been hell until she met him, the man with most enchanting blue eyes, will he save her

Sybil est un vampire de sang royal, plus précisément la sœur du roi, après qu’une sévère épidémie a frappé son espèce, celle-ci se retrouve presque éteinte, comme si cela ne suffisait pas quelques disparitions injustifiées des siens s'en sont ensuivi. Dans le souci de préserver le peu d’entre eux qui sont encore en Vie, son frère le roi décide de faire venir dans leur royaume Draegan l’Alpha Suprême des lycans dans le but de passer avec lui un accord, lui donner des territoires en échange de sa protection pour son espèce. Cependant, nul n’en ignore la haine générationnelle entre ses deux espèces, depuis la nuit des temps les vampires et les loups-garous se voue une haine acharnée, Sybil n’est pas de cet avis et ne compte pas se plier et s’abaisser pour quémander l’aide d’un « gros chiens ». Toute fois, elle n’avait aucune idée de à quel l’arrivée de Draegan va bouleverser son quotidien, du jour au lendemain, deux personnes au caractère bien trempé se retrouvent lié à vies, car celui-ci s’avère être sa source et elles sont âme sœur. Comment leur union sera-t-elle prise dans ce monde ou les deux espèces se hait profondément ? Comment vont-ils à leur niveau gérer ce lien indésirable que ni l’un ni l’autre ne veut partager ? leurs haines pourra-t-elle résister face au feu brulant et puissant qui va alimenter leurs passions ?

Aideen was a small feisty princess, hair like fire, skin like porcelain, eyes like fields. Beauty did not escape her, but her kingdom did not trust her. Beauty like hers was found only in witches and demons. She was neither, just the daughter of the alpha and his mate. Her parents kept her secret for so long, even from her, as she grew up, they could no longer hide it. With her 18th birthday fast approaching, she is destined for greatness, but how will her clan react?

It walks like a destiny and flows like water. Evil comes as fast as the wind, then as fast as lightning the truth will pursue it. Just like love that comes and goes like dusk in the afternoon, no one will know even the heart can't dodge. Aini : You should never let go because there don't necessarily be a second chance of grasping the same warm. Dave: How strong and much you sacrifice your soul if you are not destined to be together will be the same. No matter how tight you grasp, if the grasped wants to leave then it's just useless.

"She was hopelessly in love with him, with every fibre of her being. It was a love that was both beautiful and dangerous, like a wildflower blooming on the edge of a cliff. She knew that loving him was a mistake, but she couldn't help herself. It was like she was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. But as their love story unfolded, it became clear that this mistake would have dire consequences.

Christine and Mitchell love story. If Army, football stars, surgeons, glamorous actors and models, and honest politicians destroy your ability to suspend disbelief. It is a work in progress with several chapters completed and many more to come. Thanks to everyone the takes the time to read this, and to all of you that still like to dream. Post what you like or don’t like about the story.

She came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus is something else entirely. Raw. Unpredictable. The kind of man whose presence fills a room before he even enters it. He looks at Beatrice like she belongs to him — like he decided that long before she had any say in the matter. And God help anyone who disagrees. Beatrice keeps her head down and her walls up. But walls mean nothing in a house like this, with men like these. Their world is intoxicating. Their attention is impossible to escape. The brothers take what they want. The brothers keep what they claim. And they have claimed her.