Joseph P Kennedy Sr

Sebastion Jones is a 28-year-old CEO of the company which he inherited from his father at the age of 21. He studied, worked and arrived where he is now, with perseverance and at the expense of his youth. Theodore Hanson is the youngest son of a wealthy family, who puts money in his account and kicks his ass when he confesses to being gay. Both are lonely. Both are very different, and yet they have so much in common. When they meet, Sebastian feels an enormous desire to help the boy, and Theo only wishes that Sebastian was gay. As circumstances brought them closer, Sebastian felt confusion set in. That kid messed with him more than he wanted to believe. He had been a womanizer, not a gay. What he felt for the kid was nothing more than affection, he thought from the height of his heterosexuality. What will happen when you bring together a loner who lives surrounded by gold diggers and a boy who is desperately looking for someone that loves him?

She was born in the shadows of a ruined name. He was born into wealth, but never into love. When a PR stunt turned trap forces billionaire heir Jason Walker to serve time with the Miami PD, he collides with Detective Leah Moore; a woman who’s fought every day to rise from disgrace. She wants justice. He wants escape. But when the past resurfaces in the form of betrayal, secrets, and blood ties, the two are thrown into a dangerous game where trust could get them killed and falling in love might destroy everything they’ve ever known. In a city where everyone wears a mask, can two broken souls find the truth and each other?

“I’m done with you, Aurora Fernandez—if that’s even your name.” Mia’s voice trembled with rage as she turned for the door. “You’ll regret refusing me,” Aurora snapped behind her. Mia's hand touched the knob—just as it turned on its own. The door creaked open. Her heart dropped. Standing in the doorway was a face she never wanted to see again. Lucius Lovato. The cold, merciless CEO of the department store where she'd once worked. His eyes swept over her with visible disdain. “Who is this little thing, Eva?” he asked, his voice hoarse and biting. And just like that, Mia knew—she was trapped again. Wrongfully accused. Publicly humiliated. Betrayed by the only man she ever loved. Mia Simpson thought she'd hit rock bottom. Then came the offer—escape prison and start over, under one terrifying condition: seduce and marry Lucius Lovato, the mafia heir with a heart of ice and a soul no one dares touch. But Mia isn’t the fragile girl the world thinks she is. She agrees to the deal—on her own terms. Behind her innocent eyes burns a thirst for revenge, and the deeper she steps into the dark world of power, blood, and secrets, the more dangerous she becomes. Lucius, however, is not a man easily fooled. Every attempt to break him only draws him closer. And every secret Mia hides? He already suspects. As enemies close in and her hidden past begins to unravel, Mia discovers a horrifying truth—she is not just a girl caught in the middle of a mafia war. She is the legacy of something much greater… and much more feared. He was her mission. She was his undoing. But in the underworld, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.

After an attack by rogues, Angel, at the age of 6, was orphaned by his mother and was sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. After a rogue attack, Angel loses his mother. At the age of 6, he is sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. The life changes that he had made were not easy. Choosing between his uncle's pack, the school he attended, the human boyfriend he had left behind, and the pack where the father who didn't love him was the Beta, where a more rural life awaited him, left him on edge. Everything becomes more complicated when the friend who turned his back on him, hurting him and making him cry when he was only five years old, introduces himself as his mate. Will Angel accept all the changes that life brings or give up and return to England and the arms of his human boyfriend? This is the story of an Angel: not an angel with wings but one full of love in his heart.

Mi amigo de la infancia prometió casarse conmigo una vez que alcanzáramos la edad adecuada —pero en mi ceremonia de boda, él le dio el anillo a mi hermanastra, Sol Huarte. En ese tiempo, era Víctor Lowell, el temible heredero de la mafia, quien me había salvado anunciando públicamente que me había amado por años. Durante los cinco años de matrimonio, él cumplía cada deseo que yo tenía, incluso aquellos que mencionaba de manera casual. Yo realmente creía que era el centro de su mundo. Todo eso cambió cuando me topé con folder clasificado mientras limpiaba su repisa de libros. La primera página era un archivo sobre Sol, con tres palabras en rojo impresas en negrita: “Prioridad de protección.” Le seguía un reporte de misión que yo conocía demasiado bien. En la noche de la misión, hubo un atentado en mi contra. Mi sangre casi se derramó por completo antes de que me salvaran. Cuando desperté en el hospital, descubrí que había perdido a un bebé que no sabía que estaba esperando. Lloré amargamente en los brazos de Víctor, pero no le hablé del bebé. No quería que se preocupara más por mí. Ahora, finalmente me doy cuenta —Sol también había sido atacada esa noche, y las órdenes de Víctor habían sido: “Salven primero a Sol.” Mis lágrimas mojaron el papel, corriendo la escritura. —Está bien —dije suavemente, pero con firmeza en el silencio—. Si mi matrimonio ha sido toda una mentira, voy a desaparecer de su vida. Para siempre.

Nulle n’échappe à son destin. Le sien bascula le jour de ses seize ans. Alors que tous attendaient sa première transformation, Mira vit sa chevelure brune virer au gris argenté. Un signe redouté. Une malédiction ancienne. Et elle en remplissait toutes les conditions. Du jour au lendemain, la fille choyée de Daniel Lancaster, Alpha le plus respecté du sud , devint une paria. Son nom, jadis vénéré, ne suffisait plus à la protéger. Méprisée, rejetée, elle survécut uniquement grâce à l’amour inconditionnel de son père, qui refusa de la bannir malgré la pression du Conseil. Mais les anciens avaient vu juste , elle était maudite car le malheur s’abattit sur la meute. Une nuit, Mira vit l’impensable. Un Alpha au pelage argenté brisa le cou de son père sous ses yeux. Elle s’enfuit. Elle pensa à son frère, sûrement mort. À sa meute, détruite. À sa vie, anéantie. Durant cinq ans, elle marcha vers le Nord, traquant la Sorcière-Corbeau, son dernier espoir de briser la malédiction. Et puis le destin, cruel, la rattrapa. Capturée par celui qu’elle haïssait plus que tout l’Alpha assassin , elle tenta de fuir. Mais avant même de comprendre, les crocs de cet Alpha étaient plantés dans sa chair. Il venait de la marquer. Et, devant tous, Tristan déclara froidement : — Elle est mon esclave. Le silence fut total. Tous étaient stupéfaits. Elle, brisée. Mais au fond de ses yeux brillait encore une chose , la rage.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

Avant le mariage, j'ai découvert que j'étais enceinte de plus de deux mois. Clément Rousseau, légèrement ivre, a caressé mon ventre en plaisantant : « Chloé Martin, je ne suis pas prêt à être père, on ne pourrait pas garder cet enfant, d'accord ? » J'ai répondu calmement, le cœur déjà vide : « D'accord. » Dans ma vie précédente, j'avais insisté pour garder cet enfant, tandis qu'Élise Morel avait fait une fausse couche et ne pouvait plus tomber enceinte. Clément m'en avait voulu à cause de cela et m'avait traitée avec une froideur extrême après notre mariage. Et même mon fils, que j'avais mis au monde après un accouchement difficile frôlant la mort, avait pleuré en réclamant Élise comme sa mère. Plus tard, après un accident de voiture et une hémorragie, le père et le fils m'avaient dépassée sans un regard. Ils s'étaient précipités pour assister à l'accouchement d'Élise. À l'étage, j'avais perdu tout mon sang et j'étais morte. En bas, ils avaient agité des bâtons lumineux pour fêter ensemble l'arrivée d'une nouvelle vie. Dans cette nouvelle vie, je n'avais plus l'intention de m'abandonner ni de suivre un chemin dévoyé. J'ai composé le numéro du directeur, « Je suis prête à participer à l'expédition scientifique en Antarctique. »

Je suis revenue à la vie, le jour où ma sœur et moi devions choisir nos maris, et j'ai découvert que je pouvais entendre les pensées des autres. J'ai entendu ma sœur dire : « Cette fois, je vais absolument me dépêcher de décrocher le bon mari. » Puis, elle a précipitamment emmené celui qui avait été mon mari doux et attentionné dans ma vie précédente. Et elle m'a laissé l'homme violent qui la battait chaque jour dans notre vie passée. J'ai souri. Elle croyait vraiment que l'homme que j'avais épousé autrefois était si vertueux ?

On her twenty-first birthday, Jade Azura finds herself suddenly thrown into another world--thanks to a mysterious painting she finds in a museum exhibit. She meets a man named Jin who tells her that her only way home is by enlisting the help of a god named Bai Hu, but first, they must find the god's Seven Stars--people who held a fragment of the god within themselves. The journey to finding Bai Hu's Seven Stars commences, but it isn't an easy one. As feelings grow and passions arise, Jade slowly discovers the true meaning of life and that sometimes, things aren't always as they seem.