Romans & histoires Lore C

"I'll purge this household from evil! I'll unearth every single crime they've committed. And I will not stop until I drag every single one of them down to hell with me." ~~ Clearing the debts her late father left behind was all Juniper Laurent's life had revolved around until her half-sister, the true heiress of the renowned Bellerose Frangrance offered her a huge sum to be her surrogate. Desperate to escape the oppressive hounding of loan sharks and finally treating herself to a dream vacation, Juniper readily accepted the offer. But, her life took a drastic turn when the tragic death of her sister shook the nation. Juniper—burdened with a newfound responsibility to raise a child she never bargained for—decided to walk into the Bellerose family, birth their grandchild, and let them handle the rest, but fate seemed not done with her yet as her ex-boyfriend, Cedric came back into the picture. Falling in love again was never part of the plan, especially not with a man who was the epitome of bad news, but her naive heart wouldn't just cooperate. She realized only too late that every decision she'd made from the get-go was steering her down a path of destruction. From falling for the man who had returned only to betray her in the most hurtful way imaginable to trusting the seemingly perfect family that harbored dark secrets, deceit, and crimes they would murder to protect. Now, Juniper is back, forged into a woman of valor, determined to vanquish the evil that has consumed the Bellerose Empire and all those who have wronged her. And she will not stop until she brings justice to all the people they've hurt. Because sweet revenge is best served with a side of drama and a dazzling display of fireworks!

A powerful witch. A cursed vampire. A castle built on blood. And a secret that could destroy them both. Delphine Ashwood has never fit in—not with her coven, not with polite magical society, and certainly not with anyone who prefers witches quiet and predictable. When she’s hired to repair the failing wards of the infamous Castle Thorne, she expects cold stone, ancient curses, and another lonely contract. What she doesn’t expect is him. Theron Valemont, vampire prince and ruler of the forgotten court, is everything she hates: brooding, controlling, and hiding far too many secrets behind those ice-blue eyes. He didn’t summon her—and he wants her gone. But the castle has other plans. As Delphine unravels the threads of the ancient spell holding the fortress—and Theron’s legacy—together, she discovers a power buried beneath the stone. A power tied to her own bloodline. A power that was never meant to wake. Caught in a slow-burning battle between duty, desire, and destruction, Delphine and Theron must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice. Because the truth isn’t just dangerous. It’s hungry.

“Just as he was about to c*um inside me, he moaned another woman’s name…” After years of being blamed for infertility, Dominic Ainsworth Sephora’s husband, comes home with a visibly pregnant woman. Under pressure but without shame, he gives her an ultimatum, accept the mistress as a co-wife or disappear with a divorce. Broken and humiliated, Sephora signs the divorce papers and that same night, she leaves the country. Dominic finds out too late that Sephora was pregnant after all and his mistress had lied about everything. Just as regret and remorse begins to consume him, a call changes his life forever, Sephora’s plane has crashed, and she is gone. With powerful allies, she fakes her death and vanishes. Three years later, she reemerges as a ruthless business tycoon in City A, her empire now standing directly against Dominic’s. When they meet again at a global summit, Dominic freezes. The woman before him is cold, untouchable, powerful. Around her neck hangs a locket containing the photo of a little girl who looks exactly like him. Before he can speak, another man steps forward. Lucien Vale, the most powerful man in City A, publicly claims Sephora, declaring his love and his intention to adopt her daughter. Dominic is left with regret, obsession, and jealousy. But Sephora is no longer the woman who begged to be chosen. She holds the power now. And this time, she decides who loses everything.

On New Year’s Eve, my fiancee, Delilah Carrington, left me to freeze to death in subzero snow. As my body went numb, she was wrapped in the military coat I had found for her, curled up in Everett Kingsley’s arms while eating the holiday groceries I had paid for. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before everything fell apart. So when she called—cold, demanding, rattling off a shopping list like I owed her—I hung up, blocked her number, and made my move. I sealed off Blackridge Logistics Hub, the largest logistics hub in the country. Stockpiling supplies? Pointless. Because my coworkers and I had more packages than we could ever open: seafood delicacies, premium cigars, top-shelf liquor, and industrial generators. Hundreds of millions of shipments meant for the holidays were now all mine. Inside a warehouse kept at a steady 26°C, I ate wagyu steak and watched the world collapse through surveillance feeds. I witnessed Delilah’s entire family tear each other apart over half a moldy pack of crackers. I thought I could live like this forever. I was wrong. In the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing isn’t what’s waiting outside. It’s the people who refuse to stop playing the hero.

My boyfriend found my menstruation disgusting and forced me to undergo subdermal implantation. From then on, I no longer had periods and couldn’t conceive. One day, I had a fever reaching 40°C and couldn’t contact him. I went to the hospital alone, only to stumble upon him attending a prenatal checkup with his secretary. He told her: “Baby, don’t worry about Claire. She only listens to me here, doesn’t she?” “We can postpone the wedding for another five years. She’s loyal to me like a dog anyway.” “In the meantime, keep fulfilling your end of the arrangement I’ve promised you.” “Of course, I’ll continue loving you... until I’m tired of you.” My heart shattered. I’d proposed to him 43 times in seven years, only to fail every single time. It turned out he just hadn’t gotten bored of me yet? This time, I decided not to wait any longer. I turned my back on him and agreed to the marriage my mother arranged in the countryside. On the day my ex was supposed to accompany me to try on wedding dresses, he found an empty room and a wedding invitation I left for him to celebrate my marriage to someone else. Panic consumed him as his world fell apart...

-Je ne veux pas d'une relation en ce moment. -Qui t'a parlé de relation?minaude Elyn au creux de son oreille qu'elle mordille au passage. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi. -C'est vraiment ce que tu veux? lui demande Hendrick. À une seule condition. ajoute-t-il sans attendre de réponse. -Laquelle? demande Elyn intriguée. -Ce sera juste charnel entre nous. Pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour. Elle déglutit devant autant de froideur dans sa voix. -Marché conclut. ***** Planté devant l'autel le jour de son mariage, Hendrick atterit dans un bar pour faire passer sa frustration et sa colère, où il va faire la connaissance d'Elyn. Après des nuits passées ensembles, ils continuent à se voir chacun dans un but précis. Elyn; pour de l'argent parce qu'il est juste un client, et Hendrick pour le plaisir. Mais est-ce vraiment juste du sexe entre eux ou l'amour s'en est mêlé? Une seule règle, pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour...

***WARNING*** This story contains vivid descriptions of sex and violence. it's enough to be considered M+ read at your own risk. What happens when twenty two year old Emma is sold to a billionaire and Mafia leader Shawn Martinez to clear off debts. They were two different people, Emma was soft and innocent and all she wanted was happiness and peace, Shawn Martinez was rugged, dangerous and powerful, all he wanted was to touch every inch of Emma's naked body and taint her. He's been stalking her for years, waiting for the perfect moment to make her his queen, he'd kill everybody that gets in the way of him and HIS angel. He forces her to marry him, soon after she finds out that he was the one who had killed her parents and made her an orphan, will she escape to resist him or will she submit to the pleasure like a horny 'daddy's good girl'...? *** I swallowed hard as I watched his eyes turn dark with desire, his pinky fingers was at the waistband of my pants, he slipped his hand inside and he pressed against my clit, I gasped as pleasure shot through me. "You're such a good girl, you're soaking wet for me." " Ye- yes, " I whispered, I wanted his c*ck buried inside me. "yes what?." He asked teasingly. "yes sir."

“Does your husband know you’re taking my cock and moaning my name like a good bad girl? Does he know?” My toes curled as his deep octave dropped sensation into my body, p**sy dripping with every thrust he made deeper into my c*unt. My back arched off the bed, and my lips parted… body trembling as every thrust moved me closer to my orgasm. * I didn’t mean to fuck him, but I did. And one night of reckless pleasure suddenly turned into reality. It should have been nothing but a nightmare… but what happened when that nightmare came back as your nemesis, taking and claiming you in every corner… right where your husband could hear you? I should not want him. I should not like the way his lips part my legs open. I should not like the way his tongue moved against my skin, or the way he parted me open and ruined me till I’m nothing but a trembling mess… but I did. Because he made sure I realized how helpless every inch of my body longed for him. This is not your road to salvation. This is your way to damnation. And here… we offer smut and plot, so join me as I drip, wipe, and smirk. Thank you.

WARNING! This book contains strong matured contents which includes (lots of it), trauma, abuse. Read at your own risk! . "Do you know what smells better than fear?" His voice was a replica of the male. Deep, dark, and dangerous. "What...?" She squeaked, terrified. He was standing so close to her... "Lùst. Desire." He spat the words like they tasted bad, his eyes cold, his face inscrutable. "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cóck." Then, he shocked them both. With a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers. . ************ There are rumors... Whispers around in secret. Murmurs in pitch darkness. Of the most powerful 'man' in Naturiah. The most fearsome creature. The fiercest predator Naturiah ever has. A man who is the 'impossible'. Rumors has it that his powers and strength surpass that of all 'men'. Powerful. Fearless. Highly Séxual. Instinctive. Dominant. Predators. He is their Alpha. Most species has an Alpha, but this 'man' is the Alpha of all Alphas. The ultimate Alpha. The Alpha King. They think him god. He is respected like one. He is feared like one. They call him god. Because, he is a crossbreed between the two most powerful creatures. He has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf. He can take the form of a mountain lion or a werewolf. Or a man. Why? Because, he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion. His name is Wolfariane Daminor Throne. The Alpha King of Naturiah.

After our company loses the eight-million-dollar deal, my girlfriend, Lindsey Corwell, gets mad at me for the first time ever. She goes as far as to heavily insult me in front of everyone in the company. Once we get home at night, she retains her professionalism. "There's no such thing as a romantic relationship between us when it comes to work. The fact that you screwed up still stands. This is your fault." Meanwhile, Lindsey's junior, Gerald Whitaker, sends me an apologetic text. "This is all my fault, Julian. I'm the one who screwed up the deal. Lindsey bought me a cupcake to comfort me. It's pretty delicious. Let me buy you a cupcake as well." The next morning, Lindsey chucks the breakfast I've made for her into the trash can without hesitation. "I told you many times that I don't eat breakfast!" At work, my colleague, Joshua Miller, suddenly approaches me and begins sharing gossip with me. "The newbie really is fearless, eh? He actually had the guts to start a conversation with Ms. Corwell and even bought her breakfast! Guess what happened after that? Not only did she eat it, but she also claimed that it was tasty!" Oh, so that's how it goes, huh? Whatever. Anyway, the woman who keeps texting me is still trying to get me to switch lovers. "If worse comes to worst, I don't mind being a side chick! C'mon, give me a try!" I purse my lips in return. "It's fine. You shall be my official girlfriend now."