Novel & Cerita Molly Bernard Nude

My story revolves around Molly who conspires with Samantha, the wife of a prominent TV host to expose him for being unfaithful so that she could make his competition to rise which ironically is the fact that The TV host Charlie is a show host for a cheaters show.

I'm six years older than Bernard Jackman, but he always smiles and says, "Lucky me. I got to marry you." I think we will live happily ever after until a message pops up on his phone and shatters the illusion. "Bernie, be honest. Who's better in bed, me or your wife?" "Come on. That old hag smells like mothballs. She can't be compared to you!" And yet, he still showers me with love. How can a man say he loves me while sleeping with another woman? So, I tear off his mask and leave him. "Bernard, it's not that I can't live without you! You're filthy, and I don't want you anymore! I can find another man just fine!"

Braston thought Molly was just a call girl when she entered his office in disguise. She had no idea what to do, even though she was a virgin, she faced that mobster just to rob him and save her family from imminent death. but ended up taking much more than a ring and keeping her identity secret, she stole much more than a ring from that mobster, and he will only find out when he is with a child whose kidnapped for revenge. However, Molly will never let it go and will do everything to get her son back without even knowing that she is in a fight, not only with a mafia man, but with her son's father.

Maribell is a shy young woman who has spent her whole life seeing to the needs of her siblings after her father ran off. She spent her life being hated by her mother and treated like trash while her twin is given everything on a silver platter. Maribell is on her way home from working a double shift at a diner when she is attacked from behind. When she comes to she's in a cell facing a strange man she has never seen before. While in his cells she meets a mysterious woman who vows to set her free before she can be sold off. Margo and the Devil's Knights work together to free the people trapped in the cells while Dex works with a journalist to expose Bernard's and the Island's secrets. Dex and Maribell meet and she's instantly attracted to him but her own experiences before she met Bernard are enough to make her pause. She works at the club and learns more about Dex and his painful past when his mom and sister walk into the bar. Maribel learns that not all men are the same and the men of the Devil's Knights would fight to protect a woman or child in a horrible situation. Things are going well for them until her mother and sister barge into the club demanding that she come back home. Bernard is still on the loose and someone is pulling some strings in the background. Margo and Kane are intent on seeing justice served one way or another and the Island shut down no matter the cost.

My father, the Alpha King, did not want his daughter surrounded by Alphas chasing the throne, so he hid my identity and arranged for me to meet Adrian Vale, the young Alpha of the modest Silver Ridge Pack. Father said Adrian had real ability. Unlike the court Alphas who knew only how to flatter power, Adrian had taken control of his pack young and kept it stable. I wore a Chanel dress, a custom Cartier watch, a Hermès bag, and the moonstone bracelet my mother had left me. It was only a formal meeting, but since Father had arranged it himself, I chose to show respect. Before dinner could begin, Adrian's childhood friend, Molly Veyne, stormed into the private dining room. She called herself a gold-digger detector. Her eyes swept over my dress, my watch, my bracelet, and my bag before she laughed. "Adrian, look at her. She covered herself in luxury brands so you would think she came from noble blood." Adrian apologized and said Molly disliked women who dressed too loudly. I chose not to lose my temper. Then Molly dragged my Hermès bag under her shoe. "A bag worth this much? How could you afford it?" "Tell us, how many Alphas did you fool before you could pay for everything you are wearing?" "You dressed like a princess because you want an Alpha to put a Luna crown on your head." Her malice almost made me laugh. I looked at the moonstone bracelet on my wrist. Even if Silver Ridge sold every business it owned, Molly still might not be able to pay for what she had just touched.

WARNING: This book contains Explicit scenes and Adult languages 🔞 This novel contains steamy crime saga and possessive Mafia romance collection featuring hardcore taboo , sex with Dad's best friend, age_gab erotica, naughty , dirty and filthy romances ____ "W_ we... can't, Ashton." His tongue seeks entry as his hands roam from my waist to my lower back, pulling my body tighter against his. "What are you doing?" I ask. In lieu of answering, he puts his mouth on me, his talented tongue licking up and down the length of my seam. "Oh, God," I moan, as he takes me higher and higher . "Don't stop. I'm cuming..." _____ Molly's life takes an unexpected turn when her business was threatened. Then a guy comes in, trying to rob her, daring to take it away from her. Her home. Her life. Hell no will she let her livelihood be threatened. No one knows what she have done to build this life for herself. Except he might. Ashton Walden, a man she remember from when they were kids. Even back then she could tell how dangerous he would be one day. He’s now the head of the Walden mafia family, and Molly's father is so in debt to them that they practically own him. Molly and her Dad are estranged and she want nothing to do with him or his debt, but the day after the attempted robbery, she don’t wake up in the hospital. she wake up in Ashton Walden’s home. And he drops a bomb on her. If she want her livelihood back, she need to earn it back. And thus begins their cruel arrangement.

When two best friends end up enemies only to find out they're mates, things take a wild turn. Can Molly and Henry take on an overwhelming evil together or will their hatred for each other bring them to their knees?

To celebrate our daughter's eighteenth birthday, my husband, James Miller, decided to go nude cycling. I told him he was too old for that and would embarrass himself, but he looked at me with disdain and said, "Liliana, your life is so boring. You refuse to embrace new things." Then he brought the dog belonging to his first love, Sophia Lewis, and placed it before me. It was then I realized it was Sophia who had organized the nude cycling event. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me. "Dad, you can go have fun with Sophia. Mom will take care of the dog," Thomas said. But when the dog lunged at me later, Thomas protected it. Meanwhile, my daughter, Alice, fought to shield me. In the end, both Alice and I were bitten to death. James didn't even take us to the hospital. Instead, he dragged our bodies straight to the crematorium. Just before I turned into a wisp of smoke, I saw Alice rolling in the flames. During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia. At that moment, I felt a deep rage—rage at myself for being so naive and for causing my daughter's death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when my son handed me the leash. This time, I was determined to make them all pay.

I, Darlene Cooley, have an ability. Whenever I touch an object, I can see the scenes it has experienced over the past day. I've been married for five years. Every time I help my husband, Bernard Hoffman, tidy up his suits or organize his briefcase, what I see are conference rooms, whiteboards, and workstations. Once in a while, I appear in those scenes. He'll be secretly reading my messages under his desk, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously. Bernard is so gentle that it feels almost unreal. In winter, he places my slippers by the heater to warm them up. No matter how busy his business trips are, he video calls me right on time. When I casually mention I feel like eating caramel popcorn, he drives halfway across the city to stand in line for it. My friends all say I'm blessed, and I feel the same way. That is, until yesterday, when he comes back from a trip. I go to help him unpack, and the moment I touch that gray cashmere sweater, a flood of images rushes in. Bernard is sitting across from a short-haired woman. Her eyes are bright, and a shallow dimple appears when she smiles. He listens to her speak, earnest and focused, with his head tilted slightly to one side. A faint smile lingers at the corner of his mouth. It's been a long time since he has listened to me speak like that. The vision ends. I crouch in front of the suitcase, my hand still resting on the cashmere sweater, unable to snap out of it for a long while. Then, I stand up and walk over to the cabinet, where I pull out my own suitcase.

Samantha had never thought in her life that she was going to make a costly mistake that would change her destiny forever. She had mistakenly sent her nude which was meant for her boyfriend to her Alpha. Facing the punishment of the most cruel and brutal hybrid Alpha, she got so attached to him. He wouldn't let her go even when his fated mate appeared. How possible was the love he had for this maid stronger than the mating bond created by the moon goddess. A conspiracy that couldn't be determined. Who is the imposter? Samantha or the fated mate?