Kathryn Prescott Nude

“I, Megan Prescott, reject you, Alpha Austin Sinclair of Crescent Moon Pack, as my mate and my Alpha. I wish you both happiness, and I hope you’ll finally be happy being with her.” Her voice was shaky and filled with intense sadness and grief. He smirked at her. “Oh, Megan. How would you even survive without me? You’re just a poor housewife. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Just sit here quietly and continue being my wife and Luna of this pack.” ** For three years, Megan had loved her husband, Alpha Austin Sinclair, wholeheartedly and served the pack with all her heart, leaving behind everything—her inheritance, her family, her status, her unparalleled true bloodline—just to be with him. Austin never noticed her; all he saw was a housewife who took care of his needs. However, Megan’s hope was shattered when his first love came back into the picture. Heartbroken and pregnant, Megan finally decided to let go and reclaim her true self. She severed their mate bond, divorced him, and disappeared. Leaving Austin in regret. Years later, she returned, not as the broken or rejected Luna, but as Megan Prescott, the Moon heiress to the most powerful royal European Pack, cloaked in wealth and power. Her presence commands authority and influence. Her mission is clear—protect her son, reclaim her power, and avoid Austin by all means. However, Austin wasn’t going to let go. He had realized how much he loved her after losing her. For the first time in his proud, arrogant life, he humbled himself and pleaded on his knees. “Megan, please come back to me. What would I do to change your mind?” She stared at him with absolute disgust. “Get the hell out of my life.”

The day Jack Prescott's family went "bankrupt," he dumped me on the spot. "My mom's house is getting auctioned. I don't want you dragged into this." I actually bought it. Went against my family and stuck by him, slinging street food just to scrape by. "Don't stress. I'll help you buy it back." Three years of nonstop work—burn scars up and down my arms—and I finally scraped together a small fortune. The day we were supposed to sign the papers, I caught him on the phone. "Jack, you coming back?" some guy asked. Jack flicked his cigarette, all smug. "What's the rush? I'm still milking this sad little simp. She's totally whipped. It just keeps getting funnier." All that time, all that love? Just a joke to him.

Maddox: Depriving myself of my desires and hiding behind my pen name was one thing. Having the campus legend and hockey captain make a deal with me, that was another. But the real nightmare? He became my new stepbrother. Damian Prescott was everything I despised and the temptation I couldn't resist. He says he hates me, yet he refuses to break the deal. He curses me in the morning and worships me at night. He’s confusing, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. I’ve spent years avoiding love, hiding secrets, and staying in the shadows. But Damian refuses to let me hide, and suddenly, I’m falling. Damian: Thought I had it all under control; stalking him, striking a deal and even staying behind for him. Then I found out he was my new stepbrother. And like always, I ran. Close enough to get attached, far enough to avoid the fall. A push-and-pull game I never meant to lose. Now… losing him forever feels inevitable. What’s the next move when the heart refuses to listen?

Falling for him was her greatest mistake. That was what Gemila Prescott realized when she watched the video of her father and twin sister's brutal death. He had caused their deaths. Her father and twin sister didn't deserve to die like that. Harry Robinson is a well known drug dealer and leader of the most notorious mafia gang known as the SCORPIONS. He wasn't aware of Gemila being a twin and so to him, she's already dead. Little did he know his men had killed the wrong Prescott. She should never have fallen for a mafia boss as dangerous as he was and now? It was time for her to get revenge on him. She was ready to make him pay for the pains she felt but along the way, will buried feelings wake up and jostle their way into her heart, into the way of her revenge?

Certaines personnes simulent leur mort pour s'échapper. Ciara a simulé la sienne pour revenir et détruire. Le monde de la mode pense qu'elle n'est qu'une inconnue qui tente de se hisser au sommet. Ils ne se doutent pas qu'elle est le fantôme qu'ils pensaient avoir enterré il y a quatre ans, mais avec un nouveau visage, et qu'elle vient récupérer tout ce qu'ils lui ont volé. Mais Artemis Prescott la surveille de trop près. Le PDG milliardaire reconnaît en elle quelque chose qu'il n'arrive pas à définir, et son intérêt devient un problème qu'elle n'avait pas prévu. La vengeance était censée être simple. Cependant, il est le seul élément qu'elle n'avait pas prévu.

Iris Mayer was Katheryn’s first love. Her first kiss. Her first forever. Until he left her at the altar without a word. Shattered and humiliated, she married his brother, the one who stayed. The one who promised stability. The one who slowly turned her life into a beautiful prison. Years later, Katheryn is trapped in a cold, suffocating marriage to Jacob Mayer, a powerful man who treats love like ownership. Divorce isn’t an option. Freedom isn’t allowed. And the only thing keeping her in that gilded cage is her daughter. Then Iris comes back. Richer, sexier, and more irresistible than ever. Kathryn swore she hates him but living under the same roof brought back the feelings between them and soon, it turned into something reckless… something sinful. What started with glances and Stolen touches turns into hot midnight encounters. A series of hot affairs both of them couldn’t resist. She betrayed her heart once by marrying the wrong brother. Now she’s betraying her husband in the most scandalous way possible. But when long-buried secrets rise to the surface and the truth about the past finally unravels, Katheryn must decide Is this just lust and revenge? Or was Iris always the only man she was meant to choose?

Shelia：3 years ago, I concealed my identity and married the dream girl of the whole country. Hugh, he is a firefighter who helps others and is a pilot who maintains peace. His wealth is his least worthy topic to mention. A year ago, he joined the peacekeeping force. When he came back, there was another woman standing next to him. "Sign this divorce agreement." This was the first thing he said after we reunited and met again. I chose to let go and no longer hide my past. But Hugh came back and asked me with sorrowful eyes, "Why do you lie to me?" Hugh: 3 years ago, my first love left me and I married a nurse, Shelia. A year ago, I met my first love while on a duty because she literally took a bullet for me. After my peace keeping mission, I decided to divorce Shelia. But accidents happened one after another, including terrorist attacks, kidnappings, nude blackmail photos, mysterious car accidents... I found that both these two women had ulterior motives and secrets. Who is lying? Who is my true love?

"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go. "Wear the dress, Fremantle." "You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office. He didn't stop me. But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker. "All security exit the third floor immediately." ** Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother.. Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta? R 18+

"You think I'll have anything serious to do with a wolfless omega?" Those words destroyed me. But when my dormant wolf awakened with impossible power, suddenly everyone wanted a piece of me. Mary Hart spent 22 years believing she was a worthless wolfless omega, enduring her boyfriend's betrayal and the hospital's mockery. But when she mysteriously performs impossible surgeries, the truth emerges: her wolf was magically bound to hide her identity as the last surviving Healer Alpha, a bloodline hunted to extinction. As her power awakens, so does her connection to Dr. Owen Prescott, the brooding Alpha surgeon who fights his attraction to her. But enemies close in, desperate to finish what they started when they murdered her parents. Between deadly conspiracies, forbidden love, and a ex-boyfriend who suddenly wants her back, Mary must embrace her destiny or die trying. Some bonds are meant to be broken. Others are worth fighting for. And some secrets are buried in blood.

On my eighteenth birthday, the boy I'd secretly loved for years kissed me first. After a night of passion, I traced the marks on my skin and thought it was all a dream. I was ready to make it official. But the next day, my nude photos were plastered across the entire school. When I confronted him, Damien Ashford laughed with bloodshot eyes: "Blame your mother. If she hadn't turned a blind eye while those girls destroyed Rosalie, Rosalie would never have killed herself." "Now let's see — when her own daughter becomes the school whore, will she still just sit back and watch?" That was the moment I understood. Every tender word from the night before had been a weapon. In the end, my mother slapped me hard across the face and dragged me away. Years later, we met again. He had become the Don — the most powerful man in the underworld. And I was a dealer in his brand-new casino. He offered me up like a chip for other men's amusement, then claimed me himself after the game — the winner taking his prize. I didn't resist. Didn't struggle. Obedient as a puppet. But he froze. His eyes locked onto the stretch mark across my stomach.