Mlp Fim Lesson Zero

BLURB I came into the Moonbridge pack with only one mission in mind: Make the Alpha triplets pay for the death of my parents. All these started Many years ago, the human clan and the wolf clan were at odds. In order to prevent further loss of life, our emperor compromised. At every eighteenth year interval, any young lady about to turn eighteen or is eighteen would be sent to serve the Alpha of the wolf clan. But I wasn't ready to back down and let history determine my fate, I would kill the Alphas regardless of any situation. But now, fate made a cruel joke on me, I became the Alphas' human mate, tied to them by a dangerous bond, one that draws me closer to them regardless of the hatred I have for them. Now I am not sure if I could bring myself to kill the ones that stole my heart. **** “Little vixen! How many times do I have to tell you, you can't do anything to us." Scott said, as his hands parted my thigh, sliding in between, causing my back to ache backwards. “She hasn't learnt her lesson yet!" Seth added, his breath hot against my skin, peppering kisses all over my neck. I bit my lower lips tightly to keep myself sane. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction they needed. I forced myself to swallow the moan that threatened to spill out of my mouth. “I will have my way Alphas’ you better be careful….” I hadn't even finished as Sage sprang forward and sealed my words, claiming my lips possessively. He pulled out suddenly gasping for air, his gaze locked on mine, as his eyes kept searching mine. “We will see about that Vixen, who exactly needs to be careful."

Três dias antes do meu casamento, descobri que Shane Dawson havia mudado o local da cerimônia da casa da vovó Mae, no Sul, para o Castillo de Sol, o castelo espanhol que Tania Collins — sua antiga paixão de infância — adorava. Eu o confrontei, mas acabei ouvindo ele reclamar ao amigo: — Graças a Deus a Tania tem bom gosto. Caso contrário, eu seria motivo de piada pelo resto da vida. O amigo retrucou: — Você não prometeu que faria a cerimônia na casa da avó dela? Não tem medo que ela fique brava e se recuse a se casar? Shane apenas riu, com frieza e deboche. — Os Quinn estão à beira da falência. Casar comigo é a única saída dela. Ela não pode arriscar. Já pedi ao cerimonialista para ligar para ela. Aposto que agora ela está correndo pra trocar o vôo. A vergonha e a raiva queimaram no meu peito. Mordi o lábio, e no fim, fui embora. Três dias depois, o casamento no castelo aconteceu como planejado, só que eu não mudei o vôo. Eu não apareci. Em vez disso, estava no velho pátio da vovó Mae, me casando com outro homem. Até hoje, o Shane não entende. Eu nunca quis me casar com ele em busca de alguma "rota de fuga". Eu quis me casar por um amor que durou dez anos. Mas quando o sonho acaba, é preciso coragem para escolher outro caminho.

After catching her fiancé buried between her sister’s thighs, Maria ran. Straight into the arms of the last man she should’ve fallen for—his father. ~~~~ MARIA: The future I imagined went to shit the night before my wedding. Being betrayed by those closest to me nearly fucked me up, leaving me broken and in need of an escape. When I fled, I did it with zero plans—nothing but rage in my heart and my suitcase in hand. But then fate threw me into Declan: older, dangerously compelling, but also equally scarred. He took me in when I was stranded—no questions asked. It was the last thing I expected, but he continued to care for me, keep me safe and... warm me up. In more ways than one. As days pass, ignoring the heat, chemistry, and.. persistent feelings between us becomes... tough. I feel his eyes on me all the time, and my heart rate triples without permission whenever I bump into him in the house. He clearly wants me. I want him too, but I can't allow it to happen. Because he's the father of the man I now despise the most in the world. DECLAN: I took her in because I wanted to help. Who am I kidding, it's more than that. I couldn't help myself. From the moment I laid eyes on her, she had my heart in a choke hold. And as the days went by, resisting her became the sweetest torture. It became like hell to keep my hands to myself, or my mind from imagining obscene things whenever I see her. But we’re not free to give into this. She’s only 23, and I’m... nearly twice her age. And what's worse, I'm the father of the man who broke her heart.

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Me casei com Sérgio, o filho mais velho da família Lima, um renomado obstetra. Minha melhor amiga, Vanessa, se casou com Valentino, o filho mais novo, que era presidente de uma grande farmacêutica. No meu aniversário, a amada do meu marido me mandou um gato morto, me causando um choque que desencadeou um parto prematuro. Vanessa me levou ao hospital, onde sofri uma embolia amniótica. Nenhum médico sabia o que fazer, e quando pedi ajuda ao Sérgio, ele respondeu com desprezo: — Só porque faltei no seu aniversário, já vem se fazer de vítima e inventar mentira? O cachorro da Alícia vai parir, preciso estar presente e não tenho tempo para drama! Vanessa me operou e salvou minha vida, mas meu filho foi para a UTI. Ela ligou para Valentino pedindo um remédio especial, e ele respondeu: — O cachorro da Alícia tá mal depois do parto, estou aqui fazendo caldo para ele. Sério, vocês duas são iguais e sempre arrumaram confusão. Acham que só existo para lidar com crise de ciúmes. No fim, meu filho morreu. E com ele, toda a minha esperança. — Vanessa, decidi que quero me divorciar. — Se você vai terminar, eu também vou. Homem que não presta não merece esposa! Quando finalmente falamos do divórcio para Sérgio e Valentino, eles entraram em pânico.

Três meses antes do divórcio, ela protocolou o pedido de transferência no trabalho. Um mês antes do divórcio, enviou os papéis de divórcio para o Ricardo pelo correio. Nos últimos três dias antes do divórcio, arrumou todas as suas coisas e se mudou da casa onde viveram juntos. ... Seis anos de relacionamento chegaram ao fim no momento em que Ricardo apareceu na frente dela com sua paixão antiga e o filho dela, deixando a criança chamá-lo de "papai". Foi aí que ela caiu na real. Já que ele sempre a fez engolir sapo e se humilhar por causa daquela mulher e do filho dela, como se ela fosse a amante que tinha que se esconder nas sombras, então que fosse. Ela ia acabar com esse casamento de uma vez e deixar o caminho livre para ele ficar com o amor da vida dele. Mas quando ela realmente sumiu do mundo dele, o cara pirou de vez. Ela achava que o Ricardo finalmente ia conseguir se casar com a mulher que sempre amou, mas não fazia ideia de que esse homem poderoso ia aparecer na televisão, de olhos vermelhos, implorando como um coitado pelo amor dela: — Eu não traí e muito menos tenho filho por aí. Eu só tenho uma esposa que não me quer mais. O nome dela é Luana, e eu estou morrendo de saudade dela!

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.

Raven Academy claws three primal laws into every shifter's soul: 1. Never deceive an Alpha. 2. Never hunger for an Alpha. 3. Never let Jason Voss inhale your desperate scent. I demolished them all in a fevered rush. One forged assignment, hidden in shadows. His silver gaze pierced through, summoning me to his den. "Exile yourself," he snarled, voice like velvet-wrapped steel, his alpha presence coiling around me, thick with dominance. I collapsed to my knees, pulse thundering, body betraying me with heat. "I'll do anything," I whispered, voice raw, eyes locked on his sculpted form—the godlike alpha every wolf in the academy craved, their fantasies paling against his brutal reality. He didn't smile. He claimed. Now, nights devour me in his sealed lair. His forbidden pupil, spread open for lessons in sin. He unravels me with calloused hands mapping my skin, tongue tracing veins, cock demanding surrender. First lesson: my shattered moans as he pins me to the desk, thrusting mercilessly, his knot swelling to lock us in ecstasy's vise, flooding me until I drip with his essence. Second: the burn of his fangs sinking into my neck mid-fuck, his hips grinding deeper, growling "Mine" like a curse that brands my wolf's core. Third: orgasms ripping through me untouched, his fist twisting my hair, breath hot as he hisses, "My thieving slut, begging for every inch." He etches ownership in flesh: Purple blooms from his grip. Claiming scars pulsing with heat. His release slick between my thighs during sunlit classes, a secret torment that has me aching for more. The pack still worships untouchable Jason Voss from afar, drooling over his lethal beauty. Blind to his mate. Me. Broken. Addicted. Praying this dark bliss never ends. Salvation? I'd claw it apart for one more bite.

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

Minha irmã mais velha, Gabriela Lima, que sempre odiou estudar, de repente decidiu prestar vestibular. Para isso, pediu aos meus pais para me casarem com o filho de um comandante, em troca de um dote que custearia seus estudos. Naquele momento, eu soube que ela também tinha renascido. Na vida passada, Gabriela acreditava que estudar era inútil. Assim que terminou o ensino médio, casou-se com Cláudio Loureiro, filho de um comandante, que veio com um dote generoso. Mais tarde, Cláudio foi transferido para a fronteira, mas ela, detestando o ambiente hostil, não quis se mudar com ele. Eu, ao contrário, trabalhei e estudei até me formar na faculdade, arranjei um emprego estável e me tornei, de fato, uma cidadã da cidade grande. No entanto, no quartel, minha irmã usou o nome do sogro para aceitar subornos, o que fez com que ele fosse investigado e perdesse o cargo. No fim, a sogra a expulsou de casa. Depois do divórcio, Gabriela foi enganada e se mudou para São Paulo para especular na bolsa de valores. A bolsa quebrou e ela perdeu todo o dinheiro da aposentadoria dos meus pais. Sem saída, voltou-se contra mim. Armando-se com uma faca, obrigou-me a entregar todas as minhas economias e até a casa para que pudesse “recomeçar a vida”. Na confusão, ela me esfaqueou doze vezes. Eu morri por perda de sangue. Quando abri os olhos novamente, minha irmã estava pedindo aos meus pais para me casarem com o Cláudio. Eu aceitei de bom grado e abandonei a escola sem hesitar.