Masculine Makeup

The story is about a lady, who was born into a broken home, in an age where almost every family has a drunken parent. This lady's prime life was full of dark almost all through her life. Her experiences at home had made her to believe that they is no true love, she hated all masculine gender. Will she find a love? She will definitely, either by through love and by a love potion, the judgment is left for you to decide.

Rune Leeder has been demoted to a servant since her father was declared a traitor. Her family was taken away from her, and she has to suffer constant bullying from other pack members. She’s sure she’ll live her life like that until she takes her last breath, but the Moon Goddess has something in store for her. Alpha Kane is the most feared Alpha in all the packs; he’s strict, ruthless, and far from happy that his mate is a servant who was demoted for her family’s involvement in treason. He swears she won’t be the Luna of the pack as it poses a threat should her father come out of hiding and decide to destroy the pack his ancestors arrived to build, but he can’t get her out of his mind, neither can he keep his hands to himself when she’s close. **** “Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?” Huskiness lingered in his tone. Zarah growled, and I picked up a faint musky scent, earthy and masculine, that became stronger with each passing second. Alpha Kane smirked. Zarah growled again, this time louder. I sniffed and unconsciously pulled Alpha Kane closer to me. The scent rolled off him effortlessly. I shut my eyes and buried my nose in the crook of his neck, sniffing uncontrollably as though my body had a mind of its own. It did. “MATE,” Zarah growled, and my eyes flew open. “Alright, that’s enough,” Alpha Kane peeled my hands off him, an amused smile on his lips.

Everyone in Dexterford High School knew Shawn Beckett - the most intelligent boy with an IQ of 227 and 5.0 GPA. He was excellent at everything he did - sports, art, studying, to mention a few. To crown it all, he was incredibly handsome. The role model of every boy and the dream of every girl, he was loved by everyone. But, no one understood why he always hung out with the school loser, Jade Adler, always getting into trouble for her. Jade Adler is an average teenage student, trying to get through high school without killing anyone. Her Gothic makeup and bitchy attitude repelled people from her. But, she just couldn't get Shawn to stay away from her. He has promised to never leave her side. She has vowed to never let another person get hurt because of her or her revenge. Follow them both as they struggle to make it through highschool, save each other and fall in love.

Jean-Baptiste Messier nous livre ici un recueil de nouvelles érotiques torrides à souhait. Toutes ont été saluées par les lecteurs à part une nouvelle inédite « Ma lecture de vacances » qui dénote par sa perversité assumée. On retrouve avec délice et dans l’ordre : Un train d’enfer, Femme-chatte, nuit féline, Le lys noir, La féministe et le peintre, Ma lecture de vacances, L’impossible retour, La femme du sculpteur, Sex-toy au journal télévisé, Ma femme avec une femme (vengeance de femme), Hotline. Il y en a pour tous les goûts et même plus que ça ! « Sexe, mensonges et vidéos… quoi de plus déroutant et excitant pour un homme viril de voir son épouse sexy succomber à une autre femme… Mouss va en faire les frais… entre désirs et jalousie… plaisirs érotiques… et quel dénouement… encore une fois la plume de Jean-Baptiste Messier m’aura transporté aux confins du plaisir » Valérie L « un coté doux rêveur qui se raccroche à son monde présent dans le regret de ses fantasmes. des dialogues codés, des sous-entendus qui ouvrent les portes de sensations tactiles « non sages ». Les mots effleurent puis enflamment notre libido. j’y ai trouvé beaucoup d’humour…L’Asie et la Scandinavie. Deux autres fantasmes, dans l’esprit masculin, ici revisités par Jean-Baptiste Messier. » Eva C. « La plume est franche, très masculine y compris dans la description de la scène sensuelle, cependant j’ai aimé ce vocabulaire cru sans être vulgaire, dernier instant pour deux hommes qui savent qu’ils vont mourir. Un français impeccable, un mystère qui reste entier car trop peu d’éléments dans un si court récit pour bien s’imprégner et pourtant il y a un petit quelque chose qui vous attire. » Samba

All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter.It was in my blood to smack people around.Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose colored glasses from that day on.I had everything I ever wanted.The boy next door, inspiring career… until I didn’t.He hates me. I deserve that.They say you have to fight for what you want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you're willing to give to reach the top.Love Tap is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Femme is most often a term used to describe a lesbian who exhibits a feminine identity. It is sometimes used by feminine gay men, bisexuals, and transgender individuals.The word femme itself comes from French and means 'woman'. Heavily associated with lesbian history and culture, femme has been used among lesbians to distinguish traditionally feminine lesbians from their butch (i.e. masculine) lesbian counterparts and partners.[a] Derived from American lesbian communities following World War II when women joined the work force, the identity became a characteristic of the working class lesbian bar culture of the 1940s–1950s. By the 1990s, the term femme had additionally been adopted by bisexual women.

David meet Daniele while graduating from the seminary. He had long secretly admired Danielle, his favourite. Many women tried to entice David and made up amazing stories to keep his attention. Not because everyone likes her, but rather because she is funny, straightforward, gorgeous, and intelligent. Daniele has become everyone's favorite. Daniele has always fared extraordinarily well on tests and in class evaluations. She receives bullying from both her male and female young peers as a result of her decision to forgo makeup in favor of a comedic appearance. Daniele trained as a psychiatrist and a nun. Her superiors support her, and her friends envy her. She has been the target of plotting because she maintains her purity for the Lord while remaining untouched by human behavior and viewpoints. As a born-again Christian believer, Daniele found unforeseen challenges that led her to meet David. However, she has not yet tasted genuine love. She evolved into an emancipated lady and a modernized nun, which affected her siblings. David appeals to Daniele and she falls in love with him for these reasons. Many women claim for David but he usually denied. Daniele learns how to love David with all of her heart. David admitted that Daniele was his fate. Unexpectedly, the marriage minister offers them the quick union he had suggested. It matches David because he already has financial issues and his mother has been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. As they are ready to go back home, they both decided to have children. They go on a secret trip deciding to have children abroad. Daniele suffered when all of her children disappeared, and David had to be following the laws. She resumes her profession as well as becomes a church worker until her children return safe and sound.  

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

As the only princess of the vampire race, many cast a doubtful look, regarded her with ridicule, and called her a fake. She wasn't bothered. In this world, nothing matter more than a power that came from oneself. Irene Hildegard came from a bloody place, with a power stronger than many races. She wanted to seek the truth of her mother's death, fight many battles, beat her presumptuous brothers, and in between, maybe take the responsibility of a certain powerful demonic lycan. *** They started as enemies. When the two met, sparks of fire would collide. Irene couldn't help but wonder, when did this lycan werewolf start getting possessive? His face was like a sculpture, without any blemishes. The masculine aura had a hint of evilness, carrying a poppy-like attraction. His deep voice was pleasing to the ears. "In this world, none would be more compatible with each other besides mates. It is not just for a lifetime, as long as a soul exists, the other would too. So, Rose, you know that the purpose of my existence is because of you."

Gosh! Those eyes! They were screaming cute! His masculine beauty was out of this world and he is the kind of man I’d love. The only problem I saw in him was the big tattoo on his arm that extended to his wrists. Being a typical church girl, I couldn’t end up with such a man unless I wanted to be disowned by my father. “I’d have a glass of martini, extra dirty and tacos.” He said in a dreamy gusty voice. “Coming right up” I said taking the menu list and flashed a timid smile at him. I felt my cheeks burning and if there was a mirror around here, I’d have checked how embarrassing I must be looking. My face must have definitely turned pink. I watched him as he ate gracefully without looking elsewhere, his eyes were fixed on his phone. His short brown hair was to die for, I instantly wished I could run my fingers through them. Too bad, I might not be the kind of woman he wants; it wouldn't hurt to have sinful fantasies. He suddenly looked towards me, maybe he must have noticed I had my eyes on him all along. Immediately he locked eyes with mine, I looked elsewhere pretending to looking for something that wasn’t missing. I could tell he gave a faint smile but kept sipping his drink slowly, as he was gazing at his phone. He gave a signal to come and get his bill and I walked gracefully to him. God! I wish he could just take me to bed. Oops! I’m a church girl and shouldn’t be thinking of things like that. “You should take a picture of me, it will last longer.” He said in a baritone voice.