Im So Fucking Bored

Faith McChrystal My mom taught me one important thing "Never trust anyone because they all leave when they're are done sucking you dry" And yes, that's how I ended up being a 24 year old single woman with no boyfriend, no girlfriend, no bestfriend but a shitty job and apartment. Life was normal until I found the job at C&S Clothing as the executive assistant. It's not a problem to work for a gay couple right? The problem is when the two sinister hot-as-hell bosses are the epitome of every fantasy you've had. Jared Scott and Hardin Calu were going to take me to an early grave. Hardin Calu I HATE WOMEN. I hate every fucking thing about them. That's why I was married to one and only man I had in my life. Jared! He was everything one could pray for. He saved me from my old self and turned me to a loving person. But fuck me, I was still cold and hard as ice. Everything that involved women made my skin crawl painfully. Their rosy scents and gloss-smeared lips, their tied skirts and slutty suits, fucking everything about them was a reminder of what happened. What made me scared. Until the little Faith McChrystal walked into that office. Jared Scott. Money! Power! A good marriage! I had it all. Life was beautiful with my man. Hardin Calu! He was a loving husband who'd wake me up with breakfast, and a kiss on my head, who'd kiss every pain away. Who made me see the world differently. I was complete with him. Or so I thought! Because a fucking nerdy chick walked into our office for interview and turned everything upside down!

"Harder..." I gasped, my nails was digging into his rock hard shoulders. "You like your stepbrother fucking you like this?" "Y-yes ... don't s-stop..." "Fuck baby, you feel good..." I was so wet that I could even hear Christian fucking my juices back into me. ******** He’s my stepbrother. The one man I’m not supposed to want. But I’ve felt his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, his voice in my ear telling me exactly how he’s going to ruin me. It started one night as a mistake, one sex and I never saw him again. Now he’s in my room after midnight, pressing me against the wall, making me beg for more. We’re breaking every rule, crossing every line… And the filthy truth is... I love it. Because once my stepbrother tasted me, he swore he’d never stop.

“Don’t fucking test me. You’re nothing but a whore whose only duty is to satisfy my urges.” He growled out. “Then fucking treat me like one. Treat me like your dirty whore.” I whispered. ••• He’s the rumored Devil Alpha, blood thirsty and ruthless with a lust for only power, an untamable beast that destroys everything in its wake. Lilith Aragon was well versed in the art of seduction; she knew the right cards to play to get any man on their knees. No one else had proven immune to her until she comes across Alpha Kain Gerard. His only objective is to conquer and destroy, that is until Lilith is hired by her Alpha to steal his secrets while being disguised as his new concubine purchased at a slave auction. She infiltrates his pack and his mind, bringing chaos to his order, and ends up stealing more than she had intended while entangling herself in much more dangerous game.

“Don't tell me what to do.” I glared at him, my breath catching at the dark, hungry look in his eyes when he backed me up against the edge of the desk. “That's very ironic because I am the one who always gets to tell you when to come for me. So yeah, I'll tell you what to do and when I tell you to bend over the fucking desk, you fucking do it, Mrs. Sinclair.” He seethed huskily, spinning me around harshly so that my face got stuffed against the desk with his raging hard-on pressing into me. It fired up the dark thrill coursing through my veins and I did the one thing that betrayed the guard I was trying to put up. I fucking moaned. •••• After her ex-boyfriend ruined her life and crushed her heart into pieces by getting married to a renowned supermodel, Katherine Perez, the enigmatic artist decided to get her pound of flesh by orchestrating his kidnap on the morning of his wedding. Katherine was blinded but rage and wanted to stop the wedding by all means but things took a drastic turn when the team she hired accidentally kidnapped someone else. He wasn't just anyone. He was the head of the US Mafia. Christophe Sinclair. The devil in a suit. Katherine's defiance allowed her to believe that she could get away with the grave crime she committed but everything in her life took a turn for the worse when a Mafia Don who has never been fazed by any woman comes after her with everything he has. Caught in the web of a man who reminds her of every reason she chose to lock her heart away from the world, will Katherine allow herself to be vulnerable again after everything she lost?

Caleb is a bored billionaire playboy. Trina is a beautiful Contessa. They meet by accident in his club and he is struck by lightning. He wants her like he has never wanted a woman before. But Trina is innocent so he takes her and her friend Jess. Jess is a willing partner but Trina escapes his clutches and he must pursue her. Being a Billionaire opens doors for him but will it win him the one thing he truly wants? Trina knows his reputation and refuses to become another notch on his bedpost. Denying her attraction to him she keeps running away but cannot run forever. Can Caleb catch the nymph that haunts his dreams? More importantly, can he convince her it is different for him this time? This time he has fallen irrevocably in love.

Um die Treue meines Jugendfreundes Alexander Guderian zu testen, verabreichte ihm meine Stiefschwester Johanna Wagner ein starkes Aphrodisiakum. Dann stieß sie mich in sein Zimmer. Ich konnte nicht mit ansehen, wie Alexander so litt. Also war ich bereitwillig sein Gegenmittel. Aus Trotz rannte Johanna von zu Hause weg und heiratete schließlich einen brutalen Mafiaboss. Nachdem ich schwanger geworden war, wurde Alexander gezwungen, mich zu heiraten, doch von da an hegte er Groll gegen mich. In den zehn langen Jahren unserer Ehe war er zu mir und unserem Sohn immer kalt und abweisend. Doch als wir im Ausland in eine Flutwelle gerieten, brachte er unter Aufbietung aller Kräfte unseren Sohn und mich an Land. Ich konnte seine Hand nicht festhalten. Bevor er im Wasser versank, sah er mich ein letztes, tiefes Mal an und sagte: „Falls alles noch einmal von vorne beginnen könnte ... sei bitte nicht noch einmal mein Gegenmittel.“ Mein Herz fühlte sich an, als würde es zerschnitten. Dann verlor ich das Bewusstsein. Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, war ich zurück – an dem Tag, an dem Johanna Alexander den starken Liebestrank verabreicht und uns beide in einem Raum eingeschlossen hatte.

Ich war im neunten Monat schwanger. Ein ehemaliger Mitarbeiter, der meinen Mann hasste, weil dieser ihn ersetzt hatte, schleppte mich auf das Dach und stich Dutzende Male auf mich ein. Mein Mann, der Chef des Rettungsteams, mobilisierte unterdessen alle seine Leute, um seine depressive Jugendliebe aufzuhalten, die ihre Mietwohnung in Brand setzen wollte. Ich bat ihn nicht um Hilfe. Im letzten Leben hatte ich ihn angefleht, da hatte er sie zurückgelassen, um mich zu retten. Unser Baby und ich überlebten. Sie jedoch kam in den Flammen um, nachdem sie die Wohnung angezündet hatte. Er machte mir äußerlich keine Vorwürfe und buchte sogar einen Privatkreißsaal für mich. Doch genau an meinem Entbindungstag fesselte er mich. Stach auf mich ein. Auf unser Baby. Immer wieder! „Das war alles abgekartet mit ihm, stimmt’s?“, brüllte er. „Diese Messerstiche waren doch nicht schwer! Du wärst bestimmt nicht gestorben!“ „Wenn du Messerstiche so liebst – dann krieg sie jetzt!“ Als ich die Augen aufschlug, war ich zurückgewesen. Zurück auf diesem Dach, als Geisel. Diesmal war mein Entschluss gefasst: Ich würde ihn lassen, damit er sie retten konnte.

My eyes linger on her mouth, and the desperate urge to kiss away the pain she is going through begins to twist deep inside me. "Dane… " I watch her enticing lips whisper my name quietly, like a plea for me to fucking say or do something. Not able to deny the urge any longer, I lean down, pressing my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss that instantly erupts pleasurable sparks inside me. Goddess…. the taste and softness of her lips against mine is fucking more than exquisite. Always more than exquisite. The instant she fully parts her lips and begins to kiss me back, I lose all control. This is everything I have ever wanted, but everything I know I should not fucking want. ☆☆☆☆☆ Tempting fate can be a cruel game, and Dane knows better than to fall for Cara, his bestfriend's little sister who is likely going to be mated to another. What they currently share is an addictive, 'no strings attached relationship', but Dane is beginning to lose control, and he knows the only way out is to break things off between them. So, under the moonlight night sky, he ends his 'no strings attached' relationship with Cara, ignoring her true love confession to him. Haunted with shame, fear, guilt and brokenheartedness, he flees his pack, leaving behind a broken soul to pick up the pieces he painfully shattered. However, no one can run away from fate forever. When duty calls, Dane is plunged back to his pack, crossing paths again with the one girl who still owns every bit of his heart. With the shadows of an evil omen hovering over their pack, Dane and Cara must set their conflicts aside to protect the people they love, or they risk losing everything they hold dear.

I was New York’s golden girl, the perfect princess. But for three years, I loved a monster, Don Damien Costello. I finally got the courage to propose. And I found him kissing another woman, Sophia Marcelli, the princess of our rival family. "I'm bored with you, my perfect little doll. I need a real queen. Sophia is the only one fit to be by my side." All of New York was talking. Damien Costello had tossed me aside. So I moved on, Found another man. Left my old self behind. We kissed in a cramped elevator. I did something I'd never dared to do. I just never expected the doors to open. And there he was. My ex. Don Damien. His face was pure murder.

After transmigrating into a novel, I realized the heroine and I had the exact same name. Naturally, I thought I had transmigrated into the female lead. So I marched straight to the man who was still a broke nobody at the time, threw all caution to the wind, and pounced on him like I had plot armor protecting me. He even glared at me with red eyes and told me he hated me. I honestly thought he was just into the whole push-and-pull thing. Everything shattered when the real heroine showed up and I finally understood one thing. He actually hated me. Heartbroken, I packed my bags and got ready to disappear. The next second, he pinned me against the wall. "Where are you going? Already bored of me, sweetheart?"