Novel & Cerita Is Ghost Good Against Psychic

“Did you do as I said?” He murmured darkly, eyes slowly running over me. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice laced with shame. Although not enough to stop me from spreading my legs wider before him. His jaw flexed, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered himself in front of me. “Show me. I want to see how you touched yourself that night.” “Right now?” I hesitated. “Yes. Right now.” He pushed forward. “I want you to take two fingers to your mouth, lick it slowly, take it all the way down there and show me how you made yourself cum. Everything.” I swallowed, my face burning red as images of that unholy night flashed in my mind. I licked two fingers as he said, trailing it all the way down to the already sleek folds between my legs. Then I dug in, the sleeky sensation pushing my eyes close. “Open them. I want to see.” My eyes managed to part, closely followed by my mouth. My folds grew slickier the more I worked my fingers in, drawing low cries from my lips. I had to close my eyes. “Open.” He growled, rising. We locked eyes, as I widened my legs, intensely flicking my wet mound until I began to feel my legs twitch. “Do I stop? Tell me what to do,” I cried. He said nothing, just sipped the wine in his hand while I continued to pound myself deeper, crying and unwilling to get to that point as I wanted him to do it himself. I needed his fingers to replace mine. To show me how a big, bad wolf tamed his prey. Finally, he set his glass aside, leaning downwards. “You really did your assignment. Now let the king give you a fitting reward.” He smirked.

The sight of her indecision was like a punch to the gut igniting a primal growl from deep within me, my inner wolf stirring, ready to fight for what was rightfully mine. I couldn't let her go, I couldn't let him have her, I couldn't let her chose. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing would ever change that_Asher "Kiara, please," I pleaded, advancing another step towards her, "Don't do this to us. I'm not sure what's going on, but he's deceiving you. You belong with me, not him. You are my Kiara, and I love you deeply" ** Six months ago, Alpha Asher lost his beloved mate Kiara Anderson mysteriously and hasn't stop searching for her but despite everything he refused to give up hope that she was dead. Asher believes Kiara was still out there and waiting to be found and rescued by him. What happens when his half brother, and biggest rival Jonas returns home with a human girl whom he claims to be his chosen mate. Alpha Asher immediately recognizes his brother's mate, Lisa as his beloved Kiara, only problem is, Kiara Anderson isn't Kiara at all but Lisa Bonnet, a simple farm girl who just happens to looks identical to his Kiara. But would Asher accept so easily that Lisa Bonnet, his brother mate is indeed Lisa Bonnet or would he fight to prove to Jonas and everyone else that she is indeed his beloved mate, Kiara Anderson. Read to find out more.

His iron grip fastened around her waist with every second she tried to push him off. "Let go of me," she gritted. "Why should I let go?" He asked devilishly. Nibbling her earlobe "Have you forgotten you're my mate." "It's about time everyone knew you're mine." He teased with his now exposed teeth gently nibbling her skin. "Mine." She heard him growled out before his sharp canines bit into the crook of her neck... In no time she felt a strange heat dripping down her neck, it was blood gushing out from his bite. "Oh, My God! I can't believe Edward just marked me." She pondered.

Never know how her love for him began... Thelma Smith, a beautiful, confident, and smart girl got her heart broken by her boyfriend. She became moody and cold since then and her mother decided to send her away to her aunt to get her mind cleared. Finding herself in the house of the richest woman in the country, Thelma was faced with many schemes, at her new school, she was cursed as a bitch behind her back because the handsome prince charming was always chasing after her. "Chasing?" Thelma thought. "If only they knew." "Where are you going?" He asked her when he saw her tiptoeing to the door. 'Did he have eyes at the back of his head?' Thelma thought with a frustrated look in her eyes. She turn back to face him and then replied with a sweet smile. "To the restroom." She thought he would be a gentleman and let her go by herself but he instead got up and said casually. "I will accompany you." Geez, where is the proud and noble school charming? She hated him for this, she hated the attention he gave her, she hated how he didn't give her enough privacy unknown to her that it was all for her sake because she knew his secret. She was in danger and he decided to keep her safe so he started sticking to her. _____ "You look so handsome" she complimented a guy. "Are you blind?" He asked her when they were alone. "No" She replied. 'Isn't that obvious?' "Then how is that guy handsome? he looks like a country bumpkin" That is the famous rapper in town now. "Are you jealous?" She asked jokingly. But then she suddenly saw his ears turn red, Wait, "Do cold-hearted, arrogant vampire blush?"

A mysterious girl, known to be heartlessly cold, with a gun in her hand. Two criminals on the tip of her gunpoint, shivering and begging her for mercy, who used to be proud of their tremendous power. A secretive guy who fell in love with that girl and trusted her blindly, without knowing who she was. A child in the middle of the chaos to be protected and kept away from the fire of revenge. And a shadow secretly controlling the whole game and playing with their lives. The pawns are chosen and the war has begun. They're all trapped in this maze of secrets and revenge, holding each other at gunpoints. The maze gets more twisted with each step they take and the only thing that can get them out of there... is Death.

Sibel returned from the war, she took advantage of the recovery period disguised as a maid, with the help of beta into omega to explore the toiling life of the bottom of the pack people, but was abused and punished by gamma, she knew the same as omega's servant Jolie, how should they fight back?

"Strip." Alpha Callister's voice cut through the room like a blade, sending a shiver down Eileen’s spine. She wished he hadn't returned from his meeting... wished he would leave her in peace. But peace was never meant for her. He used her for his amusement, a prisoner in his grasp, and she didn’t know if she’d ever escape. "I won't say it again. Strip," he commanded again, his voice filled with venom. "Isn't this what you wanted? You drugged me so I’d sleep with you, hoping to change your miserable status. Now you're the Luna of this pack, and all you can do is kneel and worship the ground I walk on." "I…" The words stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell him she never drugged him. But he would never believe her. "Your father tried to steal my birthright and we killed him along with your mother," Callister sneered. "And you? You made sure I took you so you'd be important again." Hatred burned deep in Eileen’s chest. She would make the Haemont family pay for what they did to her parents. Stripping her of her identity wasn’t enough. Now, as his wife and his Luna, Callister stripped away her dignity every night. But she endured. Because one day, she would be strong enough. One day, she would avenge her parents' death.

Everyone in Eimport knew Ethan as a ruthless tycoon. Yet this same man humbly loved me. When his enemies kidnapped me for revenge, he charged bare-handed into an inferno so fierce even firefighters hesitated. I was unconscious but unscathed, while Ethan's right arm bore grotesque burns that would never fully heal. Unbothered, he even declared to the world that these scars were proof of our love. I was touched and browsed positions for couples online while he worked late. But everything shattered when I stumbled onto a video. The man's face was blurred, but the scar snaking up his wrist was unmistakable. The woman trapped in his gilded cage bore a striking resemblance to me. My heart hammered, torn between terror and devastation. That very night, I decided to leave and not ever see him again.

Sophia. Meaning: wisdom. Sophia Syde, a young, nineteen-year-old who grew up in the shadow of her elder siblings now has to step into the world that provides her an experience out of her comfort zone. With initial hesitation and doubts, Sophia finds her new life fascinating to the point where she takes extreme measures to contain the position in the company. The company that is run by her older brother that is too sensitive about her wellbeing. Sophia has to take decisions, ones that shifts her life to an undiscovered territory of not only living but also personality. A personality she moulds herself into for adaptation in her newfound, chosen life. A life where she has to hurt someone, and trust other. Where she gets hurt by a foe but also adored by a lover. A life where family matters, but they're also the one to hurt her. Welcome to Sophia's happening life.

“I am not your sub, and I never will be!” Lyla sobbed as she said these words. All she needed was just a little—just a small bit of honesty from Carlo. Carlo, the illegitimate son of a powerful mafia family, never learned how to love. He thought that control and dominance were the same as love. He always disappeared at the critical moments, leaving Lyla to deal with the painful aftermath. Scandals, murders, imprisonment—these events almost dragged Lyla into hell. Yet Carlo always played the role of a god, the one who pulled her back from the edge of the abyss just as she was about to fall. But in the end, Lyla could no longer endure the lies. Pregnant and heartbroken, she chose to run away, while Carlo, driven mad, searched for her across the world…