Kill Pop Novelas e Histórias

"What exactly do you want?" He groaned out his words as her hard nipples poked against his chest. "I want you...." Larisa whispered, trailing her thumb over his lower lip. "To fuck me" she completed the words, her own heart pounding hard. "Fuck" he cursed and in a swift motion, he had her back pressed to the wall while hovering above her. "Listen to me, Larisa. I will never, ever fuck your pussy. Not even if you are the last woman in the Pack." * Larisa has one important goal in life; to become strong and powerful, to become a leading wolf. Her dreams is however shattered when she finds out she is no more than an omega wolf but there is a way out, a way for her to become the powerful wolf she wants to be. And that is..... To suck some power off a much more powerful wolf and she can only do so by having her first sex with that powerful wolf. Larisa won't settle for just any male wolf. She wants the best male wolf whose powers would be sufficient for her. The best candidate? The Alpha. But things are not easy when the Alpha has huge hatred for her family. He will never touch her, he says but Larisa is determined to get him.

‘Spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs. This book contains high sexual content, it is not for readers younger than🔞. Clogged in the web of dissatisfaction I had always thought that I had a problem with being sexually satisfied, until I met the very man who I should never think of moaning to, he is my acting father Mr. Ignazio Vecenzo, Thompson. A sex machine who knew how to please my body and when exactly to stop. I had many plans for the day and none included moaning to the man I should call father, after bumping into him with his miraculous member sliding in and out of his hand, I found myself wishing to have him for just a day, however, my mind wind off to having him forever as his deft fingers found my clit, ripping moans off my throat, as no one has ever done. As lines fell pleasantly for me, I found myself moaning to him every single day taking his sexual command, being daddy’s good girl, and wishing for nothing other than to have him buried deep inside of me. Navigating my way through so many obstacles, I realized that my lust for him had whirled into love and I was determined to keep him even if it meant going against the entire world. However he was not the good man I fell for, he was the monster I never knew existed, a killer Machine and a man who has so many darksides yet I crave him gravier than any other.. Again, this book contains high sexual content. Recommended for readers older than 18.

Turning to his Right hand man, Chris Morgan said: "Look over there, I want all details of her. You have only two days." Looking at her, he said: "Since you can't be with him anymore, can you be with me?" Stella Harris was drinking away her pains in the lobby at Atlantis Hotel when she met her soulmate, Chris Morgan. Soon, they signed their papers and became a couple anyone could only dream of.

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

Luna Vercelli was born to a powerful mafia in California. She ached for freedom she could never have. Her desires were shattered when her father, Roberto Vercelli, Capo of the Castelvetrano, announced her marriage to the son and future Capo of the New York Genovese. The marriage was a symbol of peace between the two clans. To the mafia, women were only for giving pleasure to men and nothing else but Luna never thought of herself as just a woman. Tensions rise as the Russians find a weakness that could possibly bring down the Cosa Nostra. Luna soon realizes that being born in the mafia means being born to kill.

18+ Mature content. - - - - Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead. Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. The morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now deep in Australia’s dangerous underworld, she works as a stripper to infiltrate the cartel. The sexual addiction she buried years ago has roared back stronger than ever. Every slow, sensual grind on stage, every pair of hungry hands sliding over her bare skin, feeds the raw, aching hunger she can no longer control. As Skye seduces dangerous men for information, the stakes rise dangerously high. A former colleague wants her dead. The protector sent to bring her home hides a shocking betrayal. And the powerful man who ordered her mother’s murder is closer than she imagined, close enough to touch, close enough to taste. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

Ophelia Lane, an emerging singer/songwriter who recently relocated to Nashville to pursue her dreams, found herself ghost-singing for Camila to afford her mother's medical treatment. She endured bullying from Camila and others for her mother and willingly hid her own talent until she met Asher, the Ozarks quarterback. Asher encouraged her singing and Ophelia wondered if she’d found true support in the athlete everyone called playboy. At their next concert, Camila humiliated Ophelia once more in front of everyone, and even prompting extreme fans to publicly assault her. "Loser?" Ophelia wondered, who was the real loser here? "I hope you regret messing with me." Soon, she found herself on stage, exposing the falsehood of Camila, being signed by an agent, receiving flowers, applause, and fortune, and trampling on those who once bullied her. On top of all this, Asher wants to take her on a date! But will Ophelia be able to juggle handling her newfound success alongside trusting him? "I like you," Asher said. Ophelia begins to question if their worlds are too vastly different. Asher comes from a completely different background than her own and while their passion is exciting, is it enough? Can they make it through the pressures of fame, career, and jealous ex-girlfriends? The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback is created by Cate Mattison, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My child-free husband went back to his hometown for a funeral, and after he returned, he suddenly wanted me to have a baby. He was one of the best obgyns in the state, so he handled my IVF procedure himself. After more than 160 hormone shots, we finally heard the baby’s rhythmic heartbeats for the first time, which made my usually calm husband tear up. Soon, he tightened every part of my routine, from a strict diet to my schedule, and once my belly started showing, he barely let me get out of bed. I thought he was just being overly protective. But then, right by my ear, I heard a nasty little boy’s voice. [Which player starts their mission inside the womb? And she’s not even my mom!] [Just four more months. My dad will make sure she dies on the operating table so he can keep only his son.] [After that, he’ll bring my real mom back, and my mission will be complete!] I canceled my afternoon checkup immediately as soon as I heard this. Did the system forget to tell him that he wasn’t the only player in this world?

My sister leaves some last words before committing suicide, and everyone who sees those words die. My grandmother is the first to go, and then my father. In the end, even my mother jumps off a 30-story building. The reporters fall over themselves trying to score an interview with me, and the police interrogate me. Countless people want to know what my sister's last words are. However, I keep my silence until my sister's tenth death anniversary. I see a figure before her grave, and I'm agitated beyond imagination. I know it's time for death to take me.

Ivy Thompson doesn’t believe in limits—especially when it comes to getting what she wants. And right now, she wants Damien Cross. Cold. Powerful. Completely unattainable. That’s what they say about him. But Ivy doesn’t take no for an answer. She’s spent years perfecting the art of control, bending situations—and people—to her will. Her job was supposed to be a stepping stone, but the moment she laid eyes on Damien, it became a challenge. Winning him over isn’t about love. It’s about possession. She’ll weave herself into his world, break down his walls, and make sure there’s no escape. Because Ivy doesn’t lose. And if she has to destroy everything in her path to claim him… so be it.