Marceline No Smoking Shirt

Andre Simmons is a smoking hot billionaire Casanova with a flair for heartbreaking. Love has never been an option for Cleo. After having her heart broken one too many times, she closed herself off to the idea of 'love' and instead chose to have her fun by playing with men's feelings, like a playboy would women. Beautiful and a billionaire in her own right, finding a target was never an issue. When Cleo crossed paths with Andre, he only seemed to prove her point that men were nothing more than lying scums who deserved to be wiped off the face of the earth. So when both of them made a bet that they could make the other fall for them, Cleo was sure of only one thing; she wasn't going to lose. What happens though when Andre turns out to be different? What caused Cleo to hate men so much anyway? Who do you think wins the bet in the end? What happens when two players fall in love?

The ocean is quiet, the smell of the fresh air and the coldness of the wind that makes my heart float from mid-air. The sound of the waves that is splashing on the shore, the warm water from the ocean that gently touched my toes. I stared at the sky to prevent the tears from crawling down to my lashes. " I'm ready Dilan" " phew" I released a heavy sigh " this is it" I stood up and walked slowly near the shore. " hey stop!! Stop" I heard someone shouted, but I don't care at all, right now all I need is to remove all the pain that I am feeling right now, I need to end this suffering, I need to follow him I loved him. " Hey what do you think you are doing, " the man wearing a black polo shirt said as he pulled me back to the shore " I... I want to end this," I said as I cry like a baby " Hey mung, don't do that.. think of your family, friends," he said I don't even know this person and why the heck is he invading my life I stared at him and I was shocked when I saw his face, am I dreaming? Is this real? What the hell? There are things that science can't explain. Is this a blessing from up above? Or did Dilan gave me this man because he knows that I will be lonely without him? I find something interesting, Dilan gave me something to treasure, to love and to trust.

Madison breaks up with her cheating Rich boyfriend Xavier, on that same day her bestie decided to take her to a bar to feel better. madison gets drunk and had a one night stand with a smoking hot man, who's name and face she barely remembered. on getting home, Madison decided to treat all infection forgetting to prevent pregnancy. Madison finds herself pregnant but the problem is she can't remember the man she spent the night with and she isn't even sure who the actual father is, is it her one night stand or her ex boyfriend. what's the worst that could happen? now Madison has to make a choice to keep or remove the baby, which will she do? will she reunite with her ex boyfriend for the sake of the child? or will she look for her mysterious smoking hot one night stand? What happens when Madison finds out both her hot smoking one night stand and her ex boyfriend whom she still loves are best friends. So much drama, anger, love, revenge, plotting, hatred all in one triangle. What's crazy is does this one night stand destroys Madison's life or does it make it better?

When I miscarried due to a car accident, Aidan Brown drove past my car with his Beta. He glanced at the blood on the ground in disdain and covered Seraphina Gross’s curious eyes. “Don’t look at this horrible sight. It’s bad luck.” I tried to use mind-link to call him when I saw his car. However, he did not respond to me, and his car disappeared from my sight. That night, I saw the lipstick stain on his shirt collar and smiled bitterly. I felt pain shoot through my heart. I immediately understood what it meant. I called the Alpha of the Valoria pack. “Kieran Wesley, I’ve thought it through. I’ll join your company next week.”

I’m suffering from postpartum depression, and my mate is cheating on me with my therapist. This is the most disgusting betrayal in the world! ... "You’re too anxious.” My therapist, Ivy, suggested. “You need to learn to let go of family responsibilities. Why don’t you take a weekend trip to relax.” "A weekend trip?! But my baby’s nanny is on leave this weekend.I need to take care of her. " "Uhmm...I can take care of your child," she said. “Are you sure?!” I asked in surprise. “Yeah, Yeah.” A year ago, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. My mate, Blake, the Alpha of the Shadowbite pack, found me a kind and beautiful therapist, Ivy. Following Ivy’s advice, I took a solo two-day trip to clear my head. But when I returned, I was horrified to find a large bump on my baby’s forehead. I checked the security footage, and what I saw left me speechless: While my baby was left outside the room, playing alone, Ivy and Blake were inside for an hour. She looked satisfied, and two buttons on her shirt were also missing.

“Answer me, Nessa. Do you want to kiss me again?” When I finally opened my mouth to answer, Vito interrupted me. “And before you do, you should know the power your words hold, so think very well before you do.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d fantasized about it a few nights prior. “I do.” I finally answered, my words just as breathless as his. “You are certain that you want to do this?” I almost smiled. He was supposed to be a big bad mafia boss, but there he was making sure that I really wanted him to fuck me. Without saying anything else, I held the lapels of his shirt and brought his lips down on mine. ~•~ Nessa Sims faces an unfortunate fate when Vito Giancana, the don of the Italian mafia, offers her a job. However, she declines the offer when she realizes he is part of the mafia. Vito needs her skills and will not take no for an answer, so he blackmails her with one of her deepest secrets, forcing her to live with him to keep her safe from the dangers of the mafia. In a forced proximity, they agree to keep their relationship strictly professional, but when they share an accidental kiss, would they be able to adhere to their agreement? Or would they put everything at risk to please themselves?

The moment my sister brought Daniel home so the family could meet him was the day I knew I had to make him mine. He looked like he was written by a Latin God, six feet four, perfect for my height of five feet nine. He had jet black hair and he knew what he was doing when he wore that tight T shirt that hugged his muscles, sitting across from me on the dining table.

"I am no fool, Mia. I am no fool. One day, you'll say yes to me, and when that happens, I will make it worth your while. I'll show you how good you are at loving someone else, that, being me, of course, and spend my days loving you as well. You say you're not perfect... So what? Who gives a shit. You're not perfect. No one is. But I swear to you, that if you give me a chance... Just one chance, I will make it worthwhile." I say as I pull her closer. I can hear her heart beating fast. Her eyes darken, and she bites her bottom lip. She shyly closes her eyes tilting her head away. God- she drives me crazy. I kissed her neck, and her hands grip my shirt, letting me know she liked it. Before I know it, I'm lifting her, making her wrap her legs around me as I kiss her neck, sucking gently and making her gasp. ~~~~~~~ They say friends shouldn't date. It always ends badly, but there are times when the attraction is far too strong. Nate Spencer has been in love with Mia Miller for the longest, and she has inevitably loved him. Now that Nate's free from any relationship, Mia chooses to follow her heart and give him a chance. But will he stick around to face all her shadows? Or will it be too much for him to bear?

Currently Ongoing: Vampire and the Siren "Who are you?" I asked again, ignoring his care and affection. "I'm …...and I'm just a friend," he smiled. His smile tugged at my heart and I can't believe I'm in the presence of someone this beautiful and breathtaking. He's six-foot, two inches tall, almost a giant to the short five-foot me. His dimple was one-sided and that made him extra attractive. I love how his sharp jaw is perfectly shaped to fit his face. He's so perfectly built that his biceps are almost bulging out of the black shirt that he was putting on. "How do you feel, Bella?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. His hand landed on my shoulder, trying to force me back to sleep and once it made contact with my skin, I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "You're perfect Bella, so perfect" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After meeting with Adonis for the first night, Bella asked for her memory of the night to be erased so she could forget about everything that happened that day and Adonis did as she wanted even though it was hard for the 200 years old vampire to let go of his soulmate. The only problem was Adonis couldn't keep off Bella and those memories won't stop hunting Bella's dreams every night, especially with the mysterious man who seems to be stalking her. BOOKS IN THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES SERIES Book 1: Vampire and the Siren Book 2: Vampire's Wallflower Book 3: The Vampire King's Bride NB: Book cover changes when a new book in the series start

“Are you sure that's the only thing you want? For me to fuck you until you can’t think of whatever that’s bothering you anymore?” He murmured against my throat and I nodded my head immediately, biting back a moan when he bit the side of my neck. “Yeah, that’s what I want.” I stuttered out a response as I tried to stop my heart beat from racing to no avail. ——— Nate is a smoking hot billionaire who was brought up to take over from his father, get a wife and produce grandchildren. But, Nate was completely gay and also closeted, which made him learn how to put out a facade for the limelight. Suddenly expected to get married to the daughter of his father’s friend– for the sake of the company, Nate got thrown in a tight, uncomfortable corner— not only because he wasn’t attracted to women at all, but because he had unexpectedly began to fall in love with a man, that shockingly turned out to be the older brother of the woman he was expected to get married to.