Life Is Yours Death Is Mine Mga Nobela at Kwento

He crossed his arms the towel hung low. "I'm married Celeste… you’re like a daughter to me that can’t happen… you don’t know what you’re asking for little one” he grunt. I laughed soft. "Daughter? No daddy I want to be your slut. Kiss me. Touch me. Ruin me, I need you." I closed the gap my hands went to his chest his wet skin under my fingers. I leaned up and kissed him hard my lips pressed to his, my tongue pushing in. ••• At eighteen, a birthday wish led to a forbidden night with her best friend's dad. At twenty-five, a cheating scandal sends her running to New York, straight into the orbit of the one man who she tried so hard to forgot. The problem? He's her powerful new boss—and some secrets can't stay in the past.

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

“Oh daddy… I am going to c*m Daddy... I am going to c*m ” her eyes rolled backward as she felt her orgasm wrecking through her. “Yes, princess! You are going to c*m, but you are going to do that while staring into my eyes, so stare at me while you c*m so hotly on my fingers. Nuella’s eye rolled forward and she bit on her lower lips trying to keep her gaze on him, her nails digging into his arms and her body quivering uncontrollably. “Good girl… Now c*m for Daddy. Grace Daddy’s fingers with your beautiful c*m,” “Argghh… thank you, Daddy.Thank you.” Nuella’s back arched and her toes curled as she came hard on his finger, her body spamming uncontrollably as she tried to remain daddy’s good girl by keeping her eyes on his. “Good girl.. Daddy loves how you c*m.Keep c*mming.” he urged plumping his hands in and out of her pussy, her body quivering underneath him. Devine pulled his fingers out of her pussy, with her eyes holding onto his, he moved his finger to his lips and slowly began to glide on her juice. “So tasty..” He mummed hotly, s*cking hotly on it, while Nuella remained still, her p**sy craving more of his touch. Bad of her to crave the wrongest sin in the world, but he was the one who made her heart leap and her p**sy tingle at mare sight. Mr Devine El Lorenzo was her father's youngest friend and the renowned mafia viper, but her body yerned for his touch. Once, she got a taste of him, now she was back on his bed pleading for another, taking his command and being Daddy’s Good Girl.

The second part of Hannah and Garin's story that kicks off immediately from where part one left off. The fight to keep their love chain intact while remaining alive is made harder when the odds are stacked against them. More is revealed about our heroes' history, a new enemy is brought to light, new celestials are discovered and a celestial war looms ever closer. What will become of the vessels' fate and how will their story end?

Soren Voss has spent years keeping his life and desires under control. His sexuality is a secret, one night stands are his favourite routine and the hotel room he reserves is the only place he can be himself. Then Juno Ames walks in looking warm, confident and freshly heartbroken, he sees right through Soren’s walls. One night together changes everything and makes Soren question everything he thought he could control. Family pressure keeps increasing, blind dates are being arranged and Soren could only think of one option, a fake engagement which is supposed to be simple and safe. But Juno isn’t just part of the plan, he’s the one who makes Soren feel things he has never allowed himself to feel and the one person Soren can’t stop thinking about. Pretending to be in love was easy, actually falling for the man who understands him completely? That’s the one thing Soren can’t control.

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

"You’re too beautiful to be crying over a boy," his voice was low, velvety, and dangerously close. It was supposed to be the best night of her life, her 20th birthday, the night she’d planned to finally give herself to the boy she thought she loved. But when her boyfriend didn’t show, the one man she shouldn't want, the man she called Dad, was there to pick up the pieces. "You're drunk," she whispered, her breath hitching as his hand brushed her cheek. "And you're irresistible." What started as an innocent ride home turned into something sinful, something forbidden. Alone in the dark confines of the car, her fantasies came alive with the man she could never have, a man who had no business looking at her that way. By the time they were back at the house, the line between right and wrong had blurred, leaving only raw desire. And when their secret night was interrupted by a knock at the door and the return of her absentee mother, the stakes soared. She wanted to stop, but he was intoxicating, addictive. Would their fiery affair destroy everything or would it ignite a love so dangerous they’d risk it all? "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. But she didn’t. And it changed everything.

What happens when an Alpha meets a stubborn rogue as his mate? What happens when the rogue turn out to be a Royal? What happens when a Royal meets a possessive Alpha as her mate? Join me in this journey of finding out the odds when two souls destined to be together finally meets when they least expected it. They both live their lives in a polar opposite. One is leading his pack with pride and joy, another living in her past seeking to claim her birth right. Sophia Camille never expected to have the Alpha of Moon River, Sebastian Alexander as her mate. The bond that they have for each other is stronger that they can imagine. The desire, the lust, the attraction was too strong to fight. They are unable to help it. But with the personalities they have the two always clash. How can they be together when there are tons of secrets that Sophia refuses to reveal? When she refuse to trust anyone with her true identity. Get ready to find out all this mystery and secrets that needs to be revealed and most of all let's enjoy the clash between the two before they finally admit that they belong exclusively to each other...

"On your knees, baby girl." I looked up at him, lips parted. "You gonna punish me for wanting you?" His smirk was pure sin. "No, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you beg for more." ** He's the one man I was never supposed to touch. My father's best friend. Older. Ruthless. Filthy rich. Damian Wolfe owns half the city-and every filthy thought in my head. He's dangerous the way powerful men are: Quiet, controlled, and used to getting exactly what he wants. One night. One mistake. Now he's in my head, under my skin, and between my legs. He says I'm too young. Too off-limits. But his hands say otherwise. So does his moans. I was supposed to be a good girl. Now I'm the obsession he won't let go of. And the sin he won't stop tasting.

If you ask my Alpha father to tell you about anyone in the pack, then he will speak about them in high esteem. If you talk to him about me, then he will deny even knowing me. While parents are supposed to love and protect their children, my father does the exact opposite. No one in our pack even knows that I'm alive. They all think that I died in childbirth. Along with my mother. And he's hated me for that ever since. And he's told me that the pack would hate me for killing their Luna. Only if they really knew the truth. But approaching my 16th birthday our pack had visitors come to help with training the warriors. My father thinking that our pack was becoming an easy target. And well, it was. Until the Alpha of the Protectors Pack found me and declared that I was his and not my fathers. But is that enough to stop my father from trying to get me back? Is there more to my story than I know? Is there a reason why my father kept me beaten and secluded? I guess I was going to have to find out what his real motives are. And how far he is willing to go to get his own way.