Ken Block Car Cyberpunk

"I'm sorry" "I'm not going to take sorry from you, Eleanor, I want something else" I whispered huskily, my eyes boring into hers, then traveling down to her lips. "Wh… what do you want?" She asked nervously and before she could process what happening, my lips met hers. My hand pulling her close by her waist as the kiss went deeper. I expected her to push me away but she didn't. Instead, her hands went around my neck, sending excitement down my groin. I deepened the kiss and she moaned silently, making me rock hard with need. She surprised me by kissing me back, matching my every pace as my tongue played with hers.... ~~~ Eleanor was the weakest werewolf in her pack and was thus the laughing stock of her pack. Her parents, the ones who were supposed to protect her were murdered in the pool of their blood right in front of her, with no one to come to her rescue. She finds her mate who turned out to be worse than everyone. Just when she thought that the moon goddess had finally decided to answer her silent prayers, her life moved from fire to hell. Everyone she loved turned out to be the villain in her life. ~~~ He found himself falling for her which was against the rules. She was only meant to be the gateway to his never ending powers.

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.

Alessandra Marino, 35, runs New York's most powerful criminal organization from a penthouse forty-two floors above a city she owns. She has built this empire with one purpose: to avenge her father Vittorio, murdered seventeen years ago in a warehouse on Fifth Street when Alessandra was eighteen. She has a scar above her heart from that night — a knife meant for him. She has never once questioned the direction of her war. The night she executes a traitor named Theron, she receives a call from an unknown woman who claims to know why Vittorio really died. The woman is Giuliana Torelli — daughter of the man who pulled the trigger, made to watch as a fourteen-year-old, carrying the truth for seventeen years while waiting for someone ready to hear it. What Giuliana reveals dismantles everything Alessandra believed: Vittorio wasn't killed for his power. He was killed because he was going to go federal — because his wife was pregnant with a second child and he wanted to run, to be ordinary, to give his family a life outside the empire. Thomas Accardi, the man who married Alessandra's mother after Vittorio's death, was the architect of the murder. And Accardi has always known about the second child. Her name is Mara. She is twenty-eight years old, living in Williamsburg, and completely unaware that her entire life is a lie — or that Accardi has just wired a hundred thousand dollars to a fixer named James Sullivan.

“You will move to the Emerson’s family,” the judge announced, his voice echoing through the cold courtroom. His final words hung in the air, making me jump as he used his gavel to close my argument to move to yet another foster home. My name is Emily. For the past three years, I have been caught in a perpetual cycle of living in between foster homes, on the unforgiving streets The tragic loss of my parents when I was only fourteen left me with no choice but to rely on the mercy of the foster system. Unfortunately, my only living relative, deemed me too much of a burden due to my unpredictable moods. Consequently, I have been tossed from one foster family to another like a forgotten toy. With only four months left until my eighteenth birthday, I find myself being sent to live with the Emerson family. From what I've heard, they have two daughters and a son named Aiden, whose ego supposedly matches his oversized shoes. Aiden Emerson, a name that resonates throughout the Ford Anglia School. He holds the distinction of being the youngest student to become a billionaire at the tender age of twenty-four he had become the proud owner of eight thriving establishments. Will they be able to cope with me, considering my troubled past? Or will I end up running away again, seeking solace on the unforgiving streets where I learned to numb my pain with drugs and temporary escapes? Now, here I am, on my way to the Emerson family, my last stop before I turn eighteen and gain the freedom to decide my own fate. I can't help but wonder what lies ahead. Will my past mistakes and inner demons continue to haunt me, pushing me towards the edge of oblivion?

[WARNING: Some chapters contained mature content.] "Once you become my secretary... You won't be able to get out of my sight so be aware because. I'm everywhere." -Sphinx Martin ——— Jaymianne Mar was a CEO of a small company called Mar Construction Supplies Inc. However, things got to change when their company suddenly bankrupt for an unknown reason and it needs to pay its debt to a known man named Sphinx Martin who was the CEO of Martin Enterprises. And she decided to come to his company and take a risk to pay their debts and one thing she wasn't expected when he gave the offer... Unexpectedly to be his SECRETARY... And not just a secretary... TO BE HIS PERSONAL SECRETARY.

Jax I called out quickly rushed over to him. Jax, are you okay?. I brushed his hair away from his face. His beautiful eyes were deep red and he was covered in sweat. A...Aurora.He called my name in a whisper " You're here?. He said, fear evident in his voice. Of course I am. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?. I questioned. My blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting him. If there was then I would snap all bones out of the culprit’s body. He shook his head. It's none of those things. He grabbed my waist, burying his face in my stomach. Then what was it?.

'Mate' Ever since he's a child, his father never talk about mates and everything that involves such things especially when his mother died few years ago, all his father did is to train little Zyron to fight, how to be brave and tough. Kaya naman lumaki at tumanda siya na di nag iisip o kahit naiingit sa mga nakikitang creatures na may mate, he believed that he never need anyone beside him, because he can stand and lead the pack all alone. They say that mates is the half of your soul, you need them to be more powerful and of course to be complete. But for Alpha Zyron of Blood moon pack. 'Having a mate means having weakness.'

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

"Besok kamu akan datang ke pernikahanku 'kan, Je?" Jena terdiam. Tubuhnya gemetar. Bagaimana pun Jena tahu jika hari itu kan tiba, tapi mendengarnya langsung keluar dari mulut Jo-- pria yang bahkan sedang memeluk tubuh tanpa busananya dari belakang itu, ternyata tetap saja tersa menyakitkan. -- Jena merupakan seorang gasis yatim piatu. Dia tumbuh dari satu panti asuhan ke panti asuhan lainnya. Namun itu membuatnya tumbuh menjadi gadis ambisius yang perkerja keras, dia berusaha menggapai mimpinya untuk biisa berkuliah di universitas favorit dari menyisihkan sedikit gajinya sebagai seorang karyawan toko buku. Jatuh cinta merupakan hal yang sangat mewah untuk Jena. Dia tida pernah berpikir bahwa kelak akan terlibat dengan cinta yang rahasia dengan Bos muda yang tampan dan ketus--yang ternyata menyimpan banyak beban yang tek pernah dia tunjukkan pada siap pun. Di hadapan Jena, Jo bukanlah seorang Bos yang memimpin sebuah toko buku cabang pusat terbesar di Velmore. Dia hanya seorang pria yang lepas dari semua beban dan bahagia; sampai akhirnya Jena ditampar keras realita jika dia dan Jo bukan hanya berbeda kasta, tapi Jo juga merupakan suami orang.

Mengidap amnesia sejak usia 8 tahun, tepat saat bibi menemukanku di samping tumpukan sampah jalan Serdadu, membuatku menjadi anak yatim piatu sekaligus tuna wisma yang tidak memiliki siapa pun. Pergi ke psikeater mungkin adalah cara terbaik yang dimiliki bibi, ketika kondisi mentalku terus memburuk ketika hujan turun. Trauma itu, membuatku menutup rapat-rapat cela ingatan masa laluku. Tepat saat secuil memoriku kembali, dan aku melihat derasnya darah yang mengalir tanpa henti di tengah lebatnya hujan. Selain itu, aku mengingat wajah yang tidak asing membawaku pergi, tepat setelah dia menusuk seseorang dengan tangan kotornya.