Kylie Phoenix Naked

“Please just kill me. Please.." with tears in my eyes I begged for my own death. I am not one to have suicidal thoughts but I could no longer bear the humiliating torture I was being subjected to any more. However my abductor smiled at my pain and suffering with joy. “You will surely meet your end but it will be when I decide your pu"*y is no longer of use to me and my men. But don't think that's the only terrible thing I can do to you. So you better apologize to me and my honored guest before I allow the dogs and horses to also get a taste of you too and make no mistake it's not going to be pleasant at all," he said wickedly and I felt so humiliated.. How did my life end up this way? Physically assaulted, starved, molested and made naked; being offered as an object of pleasure to his uncharacteristically attractive but intimidating guest? I used to have a perfect life. A family who cares for me and a man who loves and cherishes me. He only just proposed to me yesterday and I have been dreaming of raising a happy family with him. So where did it go wrong? Oh, I remember now. I was stabbed in the back by the person I love and trusted the most. I didn't know she has always been envious and jealous of my happiness. My best friend Gloria, she betrayed me and sold me out to a gang of ruthless thugs to be violated and murdered. However when it seemed all hope was lost the person I least expect to help me would be my savior.

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

The story of 'EVERY WOMAN CANNOT BE PRETTY' is a message to millions of women around the world who feel inferior due to their average looks that ‘ Beauty is not in the face alone.’ The protagonist in this story, Sarah Liam suffers from PCOS ( Polycystic Ovary Syndrome) with side effects of being obese, acne prone and having more than normal hair growth on face and body. To top it she is short in height and has a prominent mole on her chin. In all, she is not what one can call “pretty”. Her husband wants to use her as a sex toy, her best friend betrays her trust by sleeping with her husband. Faced with treachery by loved ones, shunned by many, at the brunt of the unkindest of jokes, the story shows how Sarah manages to rise like a Phoenix, hold her head high and eke revenge on the people who have cheated her, solely with the strength of her talent and grit. But with her flawed appearance, will she ever find true love? Can she ever aspire to marry a handsome man or will she have to settle for someone similarly flawed? Read on..

Opening her eyes after a slight concussion in her head, Mia realized that she was in bed with a strange man, both naked and hugging each other tightly on a messy bed that reeked of sex. While Mia was in a state of mental panic, Mia's husband Andy led a group of people to storm into the room. They accused her of adultery and deprived Mia of all her rights and assets after the divorce. Not stopping there, Andy hired a group of people to drive Mia to death to cover up his heinous crime. God has mercy on the innocent, Mia probably used up all her luck in this life to crawl out of hell. Her body was covered with terrible wounds that were bleeding drop by drop. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of Mia. A familiar voice rang out, he said. "Do you want to take revenge on your bastard husband? I will help you."

Alda was a beautiful, homely lady from a poor background. She had no parents, and she had to bear responsibility for herself and her two sisters. She and her sisters lived in a trailer because they could not afford a proper home for themselves. Though this was the condition Alda was born into, she did not let this define her. Alda was hardworking. She worked two jobs. But these jobs could not pay her enough to provide for herself and her siblings. And for the fact that she got fired, she decided to become a stripper because their wages were better. Micheal saw Alda at the strip club where she was dancing naked and entertaining the men and he decided to sleep with Alda. But unknown to Micheal, Alda was still a virgin. When Micheal found out, he decided to get married to Alda on a contract because his late father wanted him to become responsible by getting married to a virgin before he was able to assume the position of the C.E.O. of his company. Even though Alda agreed to the terms of the contract, and got married to Micheal, it was only the beginning of a miserable life for her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ P.S: I do not own the book cover. Credit goes to the rightful owner. DM to take it down. Social pages: Facebook: @samcrowned Instagram: @sam_crowned1

"I may be blind, Rain, but trust me, I’ll never miss the right hole or the perfect positions to put you in. My eyes don’t stop me from taking you until your legs give out. Open wide for me, wifey." Enzo Salvatore DeLuca, the ruthless billionaire mafia don, was untouchable—until the accident that stole his sight. Now, with time running out, he needs an heir to secure his legacy, and Rain is forced to take her stepsister's place as his bride. Rain always dreamed of a Christmas wedding with the perfect husband, but marrying a blind stranger wasn’t in her fantasies. How could a man who couldn’t see fulfill her wildest desires? He’d need help with everything, and she couldn’t imagine how he’d live up to the man she’d always fantasized about. What she doesn’t know is that he sees every move she makes, from the constant bite of her lips whenever he talks, to the way she walks around naked in the room, thinking he wouldn’t see her anyway, down to the way she watches him with longing whenever he’s changing. What he lacks in sight, he makes up for in raw intensity, dominance, and an ability to give her everything she never dared to ask for. He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do gentle. But with Rain, he might just find more than the healing he never thought possible, and the revenge he had been seeking. "If you ask me, the only reason I need eyes is to see your eyes rolling back when I fuck you. But for now, baby girl, I want to hear it. Let me hear you moan for me.”

Kylie Elianna Velasquez is a child who's longing for love and looking for attention until a man, appeared in her imagination. “Who is that? Why does he look familiar?” Questions filled her mind until she found herself enjoying her time with him without knowing that he's a vampire. *** A Luna Princess was destined to be the mate of a Vampire Prince but both of their parents were against because it is a sin. They tried to fight for their love but the Vampire Queen cursed the Luna Princess that she will never be happy even if she born again if she keeps on coming back to their son. Let us all read the first vampire series that I made where a vampire was destined to a werewolf.

Reina Clementine Romano the youngest Romano of the Sicilian mafia and course the most badass. A successful CEO of the Romano's hotel in the day; but at the night she hides under the name The Black Hunter. A professional crazy criminal with talents in every corner of the underground world. The best shooter, body hunter, assassin, fighter, and practically anything you can name. Jax Phoenix Martinez the ruthless and bloody American Mafia boss. Feared by many cops and criminals. He loves seeing his enemies suffer so tortures him for days on end; nonstop. An absolute psycho! He simply doesn't give one damn towards anyone so say the wrong things to him and the rest of your life is not promised. Both are feared and talented in what they do; both love seeing their enemies on their knees begging for mercy; both are beyond the word crazy. What happens when they cross paths? Will the demons rise while the angel falls or will they be intertwined by fate and fate alone?

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

“Let me go!” I exclaim, attempting to free my writs from my chains. Alpha Archer only smirked in that same dark manner, pushing himself away from the wall his muscular body leant against. "I will of course release you from your chains, but in return, you will allow me to mark you right here and right now.” He explains, his voice sending intense shivers to run down my spine. “Fuck you! How many times do I have to say, I don’t want this! I’m not just going to allow you to place your mark on me where I'll be bound to you forever!” I shouted. “I thought you were going to say that little mate, which is why I have devised a plan to get around this issue.” He smirked, licking his lips while his eyes did rounds of my body; even though I was fully clothed, I felt naked under his gaze. *** Fern believed she had felt all the pain and despair a person could feel after having lost her mother in a vicious attack when she was only little. But for Fern, this only set her on the path of being one of the most powerful and determined she-wolves out there; nothing and no one could stand in her way. Until she crossed paths with a man known as Alpha Archer, one of the most feared men in all of werewolf history. So imagine her shock when the pair soon locked eyes and realised they were mates. Fern wanted nothing to do with the Alpha, but for Archer, she was all he could think about and crave. Kidnapping Fern during one of his many gruesome battles, they return to his pack, where the Alpha was soon to learn he had anything but a submissive mate.