Momo Yaoyorozu Hair Down

“Coming up next, Omega 36! Green eyes, blonde hair, curvy figure. A real catch! This one even comes with a bonus. She has a child!” The red curtain in front of us gradually pulls open. I’m momentarily blinded by the glaring strong light up front. Yet I don’t even need to look at those men sitting down stage to know that their eyes are filled with disgusting lust. I can only hold the child in my arms and slowly move forward.

Logan grabbed hold of her hair and yanked it back so she could look up at him. "You got that?" He questioned her while casting a stern gaze into her eyes. "Yes," Stephanie whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. His grip on her hair was so tight. She's a virgin, and this isn't how she had imagined her first night to be, especially with her own stepfather.Logan smacked her face and roared fiercely, "Yes, what?" "Yes, Daddy," Stephenie cried out with teary eyes."Good, now get on your fours, legs spread out for Daddy on the bed", Logan commanded sternly then released his grip on her hair, and she complied. ********* It all started when Stephanie's single mother weds a 49-year-old, single hot daddy. Shortly after the wedding, her mother was killed in an accident, and the 19-year-old virgin Stephanie was forced to take over her mother's place as the bride for the night. But then everything changed for the worse the moment her ex-boyfriend appeared in the picture. He took her virginity, and his father fucked her hard until she became addicted to them and couldn't stop requesting more. "Yes, Daddy. I will always be urs, your submissive, and a bitch for being a bad girl for you daddy." Warning! This book contains steamy scene and real dark scene that is strictly recommended for 18+ only.

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

His right hand left his pocket and made its way to my face. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He moved even closer, his face a few inches away from mine. His finger left my hair and gently drew invisible lines down my cheek. I felt a wave of electricity course through my being, my eyelids flickered shut and my lips parted slightly in anticipation. “Ingrid?” the softness in his voice made my knees tremble and when I felt his arm wrap securely around my slim waist, I leaned into him mindlessly. “Be mine.” ----------------------------------- To Ingrid nothing is more important than her job, not until Kareem stepped into that elevator and made his way into her life. She is in for the ride of a lifetime as Kareem brings with him, scandals and his vicious ex, who would go to any length to get him back, even if it means ruining Ingrid. Will Ingrid decide to take the risk and give love a chance? Or will she turn her back on what might be a ride to happily ever after?

Matteo Rizzo is the heir of the Italian mafia in New York City, and he is arrogant, obnoxious and a playboy. He has a constant target on his back, as he is feared by most. No dares to cross his path, and those who do, don’t to tell the tale.Avery Miller is a college student, and on a out, she decides to let her hair down and enjoy herself after her of six years dumps her for her roommate. Avery and Matteo cross each other’s paths, and he becomes obsessed with the goddess that used him for her own satisfaction and disappeared in the middle of the . always come back for more, expect her.

"I want three things..." He whimpered softly. "To see you...to touch you and to kiss you...Red" "Red?" I mumbled softly, staring into his sapphire eyes. "It fits you, just like the color of your hair," his lips curved into a smirk. "And you are mine from now on... Red" ~~~~~~~~ All Ava wanted wanted was to get revenge on the man that had ruined her entire life. To slip into his life, break down his walls and get rid of him but never would she have thought it would come with a price. She wanted revenge but instead... she was tempted and trapped by the wrong Alpha.

“Where’s that bastard?” My eyes snapped toward the woman storming into the room like a hurricane. “I couldn’t stop her, Mr. Darian!” I waved the guy away and studied the woman whose hair looked like it had gone through war, clearly fighting her way up here. My brothers looked just as entertained as I did confused. “Which bastard?” “My bastard of a husband! Where is Darian Freeman?” My brothers burst out laughing like they’d just witnessed the world’s finest comedy show. I, however, failed to see the joke. She smoothed her wild hair, fixing those hazel eyes on me. “Tell me where he is. I swear I won’t kill him. I just want to shove these papers down his throat,” she said, waving the papers in my face. “There must be a mistake,” I said, still trying to piece this insanity together. “Oh stop feeding me fairy tales! Where is that son of a bitch?” “Are you insane? There’s clearly a mistake here! I am Darian Freeman and I am one hundred percent sure I am not your husband!”

As the Alpha's daughter, Ivy has one goal, get gifted her wolf on her eighteen birthday, and lead her pack as her Father's heir, but when the full moon goes down and she realizes she might not be getting her wolf, she is attacked by her pack and barely escapes with her life. Betrayed by everyone she once loved and cared for, Ivy has one more option, cut her hair and disguise as a boy, infiltrate an all-boys- alpha academy and find the professor who can help her get her wolf back. But her plans come crashing down when she makes an enemy of the most dangerous and deadly Lycan's son in the realm. Aiden Khalnai. He threatens to destroy her, and she knows it doesn't matter what she does or how much she hides because Aiden always make good of his promises.

Inside the mediation room at the police station, my passenger looked disheveled with messy hair and rumpled clothes. She cried as she complained to the police officer, “Sir, it’s him! The Grab driver had bad intentions! He even tried to harass me! “People like him should be put in jail! And I want compensation for the emotional distress he caused me!” Right after she finished speaking, she slumped down on the floor and threw a tantrum. I could not believe someone could be this shameless. All I did was tell her not to smoke in the car, and she falsely accused me of harassing her. On top of it, I was a woman too! It was just that I usually dressed less femininely. How could I possibly have harassed her?