Logan Paul Dick

“Call me Daddy.” I froze at that, my throat drying instantly. My dick jumped, hardening as that word settled in. “What? You don't want to?” He frowned. “Don't you want to be my baby boy? To be taken care of? Don't you want Daddy to show you how good with his hand he is?” “I…” I swallowed. “I want it.” So fucking bad. “Then say it. Tell me what you want Daddy to do for you, and he will.” I bit my lower lip, thinking of it before I whispered, “Stroke my cock, Daddy.” …. Will the truth make or mar their union? Asher knew it was against his work ethic to fall for his younger employee, but he couldn't help it. Each interaction with Guel leaves him panting, wanking to the thoughts and gripped by a forbidden desire, one he was scared to act on. What he didn't know was that beneath the exterior calmness Guel showed, was a devil out to drag his pet back to the pits of hell where they belong...

At her own wedding, Isabella Stromfang's life comes crashing down when her beloved, Logan Ravensong accuses her for an act she didn't commit and reveals that their marriage was only for the benefits of both clans. Heartbroken and disgraced, Isabella flees and ends up in the hands of the most powerful Lycan, Ethan. With his help, she seeks revenge against Logan and lover Elena.

“I won’t be one of your choices, Logan.” A hand around her neck and the other holding her chin up, he declares, “You were never an option, little mouse. It was you from the start.” ----- Hanna Going back home is like visiting a museum of shame. Worse, beyond that ugly feeling are harsh reality checks—parents don’t live forever, Evergreen is in danger, and the man who broke my heart five years ago is offering the position of Luna, co-guardian of the pack, in a silver platter. He’s desperate to tear my walls down even if it means breaking us in the process so he can rebuild us from the dust. But we can’t afford destruction when death tolls are on the rise and the dead starts walking. -- Logan When I learned that she left, I expected a swift return. But her shadow never once graced Evergreen’s borders, until now—when it’s the most dangerous. Her presence is the warmest comfort wrapped in a wall of thorns. I bleed for her with every push and pull, battering it down so I can meet the girl who fell for me at sixteen and start over. But something lurks in the shadows seeking to destroy our lands before we can even begin. As whispers of a curse dance in the hopeless silence, I find salvation in the unlikeliest of places—a journal from my ancestor, and a woman who’s been guarding secrets.

Freya kael has spent her life on the edges of the Whiteclaw Pack, orphaned and an outsider with no claim to a name or power. Her life has been one of survival, with no family, friends, or purpose. That changes the day she learns her fated mate is none other than Finnick Logan the strong and feared Alpha of the Whiteclaw Pack. Freya’s heart swells with hope, but her world shatters when Finnick openly rejects her, calling her weak and unworthy of his name. Devastated and cast aside, Freya is forced into hiding. But Freya soon finds that her fate has much more in store. Alone and fragile, she finds she holds a secret power, one linked to a famous werewolf family long thought dead. This power could tip the balance of the werewolf world. With rival packs seeking her out and her powers getting stronger, Freya must decide whether to rise to this calling or let her hate for Finnick consume her. As secrets unravel, Finnick finds himself pulled back to Freya, haunted by his past choices and family betrayals. But with a rival pack threatening their survival and an old enemy reawakening, they may have to join despite the pain between them. Can Freya forgive the mate who destroyed her, and can Finnick redeem himself before he loses everything including Freya?

Plot Summary: ‘…well, for starters, I think he shouldn’t be here, in my apartment, making me all uncomfortable and squirmy. And I also think he shouldn’t be talking about Ciara’s wedding. Isn’t there some kind of unwritten rule where you should never talk about your ex’s marriage?...’ *** When Ryan Shelby, the hot talk of NYC appears on Tiara James-Lemptons’ doorstep, there is only one thought in her mind. Flight. He is hot, he is dark, he is single – finally –, but he is danger. Like the flame that draws the moth, he burns, and when he makes an offer for her to be his fake girlfriend, like the moth to the flame, she finds it hard to resist. She isn’t the only one doing the resisting, however. Ryan is drawn to Tiara, to the girl that has always been on the side. The girl that has somehow morphed from that lanky college girl to the curvy but slender 23-year old, staring back at him with wide eyes and a luscious mouth. He had always had a thing for her, right from college, it was what brought the fight to his relationship with Ciara almost regularly. But up till now, he has always kept his feelings – and dick – in check. Does he want revenge on Ciara Lemptons? Or does he just want to find a way to deal with his growing feelings for Tiara? And how on earth could he prove to her that he isn’t some two-faced jerk that could play both sisters?

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to crave someone so badly all you want is to be tangled in the sheets with them all day? Well that's the case of Karen Whitman, her mad crave for the dominating alpha Logan is something everyone in the clan knows. She never seems to hide her feelings for him but there's a bridge,a huge hole where hatred, pent-up feelings lay. For decades,Logan has kept a deep feeling of hatred for Karen and her family, especially her. The hatred grew worse when he found out she was his mate, playing stubborn,he picked another mate and rejected her publicly, calling her a mistake and disgrace to the clan. What's the cause of the hatred? Why doesn't he want her as a mate? What happened several decades ago to cause such a rift between them.....? ". ". ". ". " 'Excerpt from the story' "Why do I want you so much when you hate me to a fault? My gosh you've hated me for decades." Karen's husky voice came out, making him rage the more but the little man in his pants had no regards for his mood. She'd sneaked into his Chambers late at night and had woken him up with feathery kisses, making him hard to the point of pain. "You're the worst mistake that ever happened to us Karen, remember that. You're and never will be my mate." It stung her deep, even deeper than the claws on a wolf,it brought tears to her eyes as she moved away from him. "I curse you this day, never to show your face to me." He said as she gasped and he seemed to be shocked from what he just said but a curse remains a curse till one of them dies.........

Right after he killed her brother and threw his head at her feet, Audrey heard a voice in her head telling her that Alpha Logan was her mate, Not only was it unbelievable that she would be mated to such a monstrous man but she didn't understand where the voice came from since she does not have a wolf and cannot shift, She cannot be with this man, Logan is a cruel ruthless Alpha who doesn't mind killing his own pack members for making his pack look weak, as much as the bond pulls them together a murdered family member must be avenged, will the Luna find it in her heart to forgive or will this be the end of Alpha Logan's ruthless reign?

“ 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.

Logan Yusuf had the worst day of his life—he lost his job and caught his boyfriend cheating on him, all on the same day. But when he takes in a stray dog and wakes up the next morning to a handsome stranger on his bed, he doesn't realise his life had taken an entirely different turn.

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."