Left For Dead 2 Hunter

Ashley Mills had kept her traumatic past hidden for seven years, and the thought of returning to her hometown filled her with dread. However, her boss assigned her to assist someone she didn't expect to be the sibling of the man she had vowed never to see again.

☣️PERINGATAN!!!!☣️ Cerita ini mengandung adegan dewasa yang sangat tidak cocok dibaca untuk anak dibawah umur. Jadi yang sudah masuk kategori dewasa, silahkan masuk dan menikmati cerita. Jika ada yang melanggar peringatan ini, Marry tidak bertanggung jawab dengan reaksi yang akan kalian alami. * * * * * Seorang desainer interior bernama Flora Comino berpikir hidupnya sudah hancur setelah difitnah teman kerjanya hingga dipecat, diusir dari apartemennya dan lebih parah lagi dia ditipu oleh kekasihnya sehingga harus membayar hutang yang banyak. Namun kehidupan Flora berubah ketika dia menjadi wanita simpanan dua CEO, si playboy Arion Kavakos dan si dingin Xander Devetzi. Selain membayar hutang dan memberikan tempat tinggal, Flora memiliki tugas sebagai kekasih pura-pura mereka untuk mengusir para wanita yang terobsesi pada mereka. Sayangnya Flora justru terjebak dalam cinta kedua pria Yunani itu. Hingga sebuah kesalah pahaman membuat Flora salah memilih. Saat itulah dia sadar siapa pria yang dicintainya. Namun karena keputusannya justru membuat persahabatan Arion dan Xander retak. Siapakah yang akan Flora pilih? Arion, Xander atau dia tidak memilih siapapun untuk menjaga hubungan persahabatan kedua pria itu?

“นาริกา ฉันไม่ได้บอกว่าเธอต้องจ่ายด้วยเงิน” “แล้วคุณเนสจะให้นาจ่ายยังไงคะ ผ่อนจ่ายได้ไหม หรือหักเอาจากเงินเดือนนาก็ได้” “ฉันขอจูบ….จ่ายฉันมาด้วยจูบของเธอ”

Compilation d'histoires érotiques : Amour Interdit Grâce, mariée à Silvio, s’efface dans un mariage devenu froid. Son seul refuge : Noura, sa belle-sœur et meilleure amie. Mais Florent, le mari de Noura, la regarde trop , la cherche , et insiste. Une nuit, alors que Silvio est absent et Noura endormie, Grâce descend à la cuisine. Florent l’attend. — Tu ne dors pas ? — Je t’attendais. Elle résiste. Il s’approche. — N'approches pas... Le verre tombe. Le silence se brise. Et le désir les emporte. — J'ai si peur , et si on nous attrape ?

Kelanjutan perjalanan cinta Alena dan Alva. Lulus SMA dan melanjutkan kuliah di Berlin, tidak semudah yang mereka bayangkan. Walaupun mereka berjuang untuk selalu bersama, tapi ada saja yang mengganggu hubungan mereka, mulai dari asisten dosen yang naksir Alena, sampai aktris yang terang-terangan menginginkan Alva. Apakah mereka mampu mempertahankan hubungan mereka, atau akankah mereka kalah pada godaan? Manisnya kisah kasih Alena dan Alva akan membuat kita percaya bahwa : true love does exist!

Aku mencintai Askara, Jauh sebelum Ia mengenalku. Hari itu aku diundang pada sebuah pernikahan Megah, Keluarga konglomerat ternama Askara Putra Sanjaya. Namun yang mengherankan tidak ada kerumunan orang seperti sebuah pernikahan sesungguhnya, hanya tangisan seorang Ibu disudut ruangan dan beberapa kerabat yang seolah mencoba membuatnya tenang, Askara Laki-laki itu sedang terbaring aku hanya melihatnya dibalik celah pintu yang terbuka sedikit, ada apa ini. Seseorang membawa Kursi Roda berlari ke kamar yang aku lihat Askara didalamnya. Ayahku menuntunku pada Ibu yang masih bersedih di sudut ruangan itu. "Ini Putriku, Ria. dia yang akan menjadi pengantin Wanita untuk Putramu" "Putraku Cacat Herman, Calon menantuku lari karenanya" "Jaga harga dirimu, Tetap gelar pernikahannya, Ria akan menjadi menantu yang baik untukmu".

Ganteng-Ganteng Anak Pembantu Book 2. Saktiawan Sanjaya aka Awan sekarang menjadi miliarder sekaligus pewaris dinasti Klan Sanjaya. Kehidupannya berubah 180 derajat, begitu sang ayah mengumumkan statusnya sebagai pewaris sah keluarganya. Kehidupan bergelimang harta tidak membuatnya lupa daratan, Awan justru lebih memilih tampil sebagai orang biasa. Dengan dua kekuatan besar dalam dirinya, seperti apa kehidupannya saat ini ?

**One girl. One mission. One deadly secret coursing through her veins.** Hilda Alegre thought escaping her abusive father was the hardest thing she'd ever do. She was wrong. Sold to a powerful criminal organization, the naive Filipino girl becomes their perfect weapon—not through training, but through a single injection that turns her blood into poison. One remote command, and she becomes a walking death sentence. Her target? Aron Nicastro, the crime boss's own son who dared to defy his father and disappeared into the shadows. But infiltrating the world of exclusive art galleries and elite criminals isn't easy when you've never left your rural village. Disguised as a street vendor, Hilda must get close to a man dangerous enough that his own father wants him dead—all while hiding the lethal secret pumping through her heart. **The rules are simple: Complete the mission. Don't get caught. Don't fall in love.** **Because in her world, one wrong touch could kill them both.** As mysterious protector Art watches over her and handler Gabriel struggles with his conscience, Hilda discovers that the deadliest weapon isn't the poison in her veins—it's the growing connection she feels to the very man she's supposed to destroy and the who need to protect. In the criminal underworld, trust is fatal, love is a luxury, and innocence is the most dangerous weapon of all. **Some missions are worth dying for. Some people are worth killing to protect.** **But when you're literally toxic to love, how do you choose between your heart and your life?**

After giving birth, I lost my beauty when I started adding weight in all the wrong places. Stretch marks. A soft stomach. Tired eyes. The same body that carried our child became the body my husband couldn’t stand to look at. “I can’t take you anywhere like this.” That was what Marcus Hawthorne my powerful, untouchable CEO husband said the night he stopped bringing me to events. The whispers followed after that. She let herself go. He deserves better. How embarrassing for a man like him. I heard them all. And Marcus? He never defended me. Instead, he grew colder, crueler and distant everyday. The same man I sacrificed my everything for made me feel like I was no longer worth loving. And when tragedy struck and I lost the only thing keeping me togheter —our child. I realized the bitter truth not only was I meant to grieve a failed marriage alone but a dead child too because Marcus didn't hesitate to replace us with his new family. And that was my breaking point. Determined to start all over I fled the country for my sanity. Worked on the body that once made me hate my reflection. Rebuilt the career I had abandoned for love. Became the successful woman I was always meant to be. Now, seven years later, I’m back. And guess who can’t take his eyes off me? Marcus. Only, he isn't the man I left behind. Haunted by a serious problem that only I can help him with he’s willing to do anything to get me back. But here’s the problem. The woman who would have forgiven him no longer exists. And the woman standing here now? Isn’t sure she wants anything to do with him ever again.

I had been married to Alexander for three years. Everyone feared his ruthlessness, but he had always been incredibly gentle with me. But ever since Elena took a bullet for him during a shootout six months ago, everything changed. He always said she got hurt saving him, so I had to be accommodating. At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the Donna of the family. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class." I didn't argue with him. I just removed my wedding ring and pulled out the divorce papers: "Since she likes it so much, she can have it. Including this seat next to you. I'm giving that up, too." Alexander signed without hesitation, a cold smile on his face. "What kind of manipulative trick are you playing now? You're an orphan, separated from your family, you won't survive three days in Sicily. I'll wait for you to come back begging me." I took out an encrypted satellite phone I hadn't used in three years. Alexander didn't know that I was actually the youngest daughter of the oldest Mafia family in Europe. But my family and Alexander’s had always been enemies. To marry him, I had changed my name and even severed ties with my father and brothers. The call connected. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Papa, I regret it. Send someone to pick me up in two weeks."