Novel & Cerita Man Of My Dreams Quotes

*Ingrid* Running from my pack was supposed to be the best thing for me, I couldn’t stay trapped there any longer. But with running brings questions about where I come from, what am I suppose to do when I can’t answer? I don’t know who I really am, this new pack was suppose to be my savior. But what happens if it’s leading me to my death? *Quinn* I’ve always protected the weak, taken in strays to my pack. Trying to make up for my father who threw out any wolf that dared to defy him, Just trying to Keep myself on the straight and narrow. I wasn’t looking for trouble. But then this sweet little mystery came barreling in, And pulled me into her darkness. She’s asking for my protection. But can I risk my freedom?

Being the daughter of an alcoholic, isn't a great thing. But what is worse is losing my mother at the age of seven. My father, Oliver Kruiz has hated me ever since, thinks I took his wife away from him. When in reality, it was his failure to show up that caused her death. As though hating me wasn't enough to keep me depressed, he tried to get me married to a man twenty years older than I was. I don't think twice before running away, the night before my wedding. I was meant to be careful but got careless, and nearly ended up being molested by thugs. That is before I'm saved by my dark hero: Hayden Wren. Things didn't exactly start smoothly, but that didn't mean they ended well either. I had phobia for thugs because my mother was killed by them; while trying to protect me. Everything suddenly goes south, when I find out the man who had saved me was no different. Which leaves me thinking: is he a friend or foe? --- River Kruiz, the daughter of a drunkard, Oliver Kruiz. She has phobia for thugs, and even eloped the night before her wedding. Nearly for this same reason. But what happens when she finds herself growing attached to a mafia?

[MATURE CONTENT 21+] I'm not sure if I'm here, at the moment, I don't know if I'm screaming or begging him to stop as the weight of his hands on my back feels more apparent. Maybe I'm just helplessly drowning in my despair with only silent tears running down my face. Nothing matters because even my mind could not wander off and protect me for long enough to silently surrender to a horrific situation. "You lied to me, You lied to me! You said you wouldn't do this if I " The words slip away as I sob and cry out in pain. "Hm..”" Alejandro lets out a breathless chuckle, "I did?"One of his hands leaves my hip, reaching down to wrap around my throat, forcing my back into an arch so I'm faced with the reflection of myself in the mirror. It is so I can watch the deranged, lustful look in his eyes as he roughly thrusts himself in and out of me while choking me against his hand at my throat.This is cruel. This is disgusting. This is shameful. But it makes Alejandro smile in pleasure, in pride, that he's able to break me and bend me into his will. "I believe I said that I was fine if you wanted to wait, " he admits. "However, I never said how long. "The reflection of myself in the mirror is someone unrecognisable; she's broken, and angry. I can see my eyes darken in misery, in hatred. The mirror also provides me with Alejandro's expression, filled with contentment and satisfaction. "I HATE YOU," I spit out with every inch of dignity that I may have left. The statement left no mark on Alejandro, instead, he thrusts into me harder, making me cry out but I didn't care, not anymore.

To the world, I’m just Macey Carter. Mason’s little sister. Samantha’s best friend. The girl who somehow landed her dream job as lead designer at Seams & Touch. But inside? I’m someone else entirely. Someone who aches to be broken down and put back together by a man who knows exactly how to use me. Someone who craves submission so badly, it’s like a sickness. My ex never understood. David was too soft, too careful. He wanted to hold hands and make promises, while I wanted to kneel and beg. When he left me, I didn’t fight it. Two years later, I’m twenty-four, single, untouched, and suffocating under the weight of everything I can’t admit out loud. And then there’s Damien Blackwell. My boss’s older brother. Ten years older, sharper, and rougher, with a reputation that makes people whisper when he walks by. I shouldn’t want him. But I do. God, I do. He’s the finest thing I’ve ever seen. I know because I’ve seen all of him—one reckless afternoon when I walked into his office and caught him taking a woman apart on his desk. She looked like she wanted to disappear, like she hated every second of it. And I hated her. Because I would have begged for more. Damien promised his sister he’d stay away from me. He told himself I was too young, too close, and too dangerous. For a while, he believed it. But that ended the night he caught me touching myself in my office, late after hours, knowing he was watching. That’s when everything changed.

Noah Stark was the very bane of my existence. The first time I locked eyes with him my heart fluttered, but in that very second he ruined the hero complex I had of him. My stupid body didn’t get the memo and stress been obsessed with him since. I thought I would be rid of him in university, but here we are. Caroline Lockwood. The star of every single dream I’ve had since freshman year of high school. She tried to ruin everything for me. College is where I’ll get my revenge. But she avoids me like the plague, usually what I want I get. But care? I’ll bring her to her knees. Pierce her heart, and make her fall in love with me. Make her bleed. For me. All for me. Just to leave her in my dust, broken, like me.

𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. Charlotte Richards, was a 19-years-old shy girl, who in her eyes could do nothing wrong that is until she starts a forbidden relationship with one of her mother's employer.

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

A My Stepbrother spin-off. Amaija Klein is all grown up! After a heart break she decides to forget the man and have a baby non-traditionally. But after meeting her donor one night she realizes maybe fate has something else in store. She's having his baby but it's none of his business.

Me? Who am I? I am the Alpha of the Blood night Pack. I am feared by those who don't know me and respected by those who do. I never had a problem in eliminating the threat. I've been waiting for my mate since I turned 18, and I am 35 now. But when I see her for the first time, my wolf cries for her attention but she's under a spell. My mate doesn't recognise me.I need her, I will have her. She will be mine and no-one will stop me, not even a spell.

My Boy tells the story of Yuda, a recalcitrant and most wanted student who deliberately changes schools after a bet with his best friend Ridho to conquer Raisa's heart. Their closeness creates the seeds of love, but the secret is finally revealed. Will Raisa forgive Yuda?