Momo Yaoyorozu Hair Down

" I hate you." his piercing gaze on me darkened. "Hate me all you want,that, doesn't change the fact that you belong to me." Gripping my chin, his eyes challenge me to deny it. I take a step back, his grip on my hair tightens, as his lips graze against mine "Never ever deny me your touch wife."

Sunny is an aspiring writer who wants to venture the world of writing erotic romance. One night, while she was browsing some photos to use as her book cover, she saw a picture of a very handsome man with dark-blue hair yet green emerald eyes. Sunny used the photo without knowing what awaits her after the man in the photo knew that his photo was used in an erotic novel.

In the heart of a 21st-century Ohio college town, eighteen-year-old Leera, a grieving freshman with silver hair and a hidden werewolf legacy, collides with Roman, a centuries-old alpha and hockey star haunted by the loss of his first mate. Their electric mate bond, a rare second chance bestowed by the Moon Goddess, ignites a passionate romance that defies Roman’s arranged engagement to the cunning India, who will stop at nothing including abduction to claim the werewolf throne.

"Walt..." I looked at him, my hand trailed his chest. I was biting my lip, I need him. It felt like I need him to make me forget. It felt like a familiar thing to do. But I still wasn't sure that he wanted us to happen the way it was intended to. Then he cupped my jaw and kissed me. His lips touched mine, his facial hair tickled my face softly. I was opening my lips, as his thumb stroked my cheek. "You need to stop me, Flo, we shouldn't be doing this." He whispered hoarsely in my ear. Flo was abused and misused by her parents because of her ability to see the future and see the dead. Until one day she runs away and finds herself in Walter's protection. She had all the right feelings for him, but he kept pushing her away until she finally left. Then he realized that he needed her more than he knew. Walter had been let down by the universe over and over again. He had to rebuild himself from his lowest moments several times already. He was trying to be strong, and he was finally happy for the first time in his life, only to be fucked up majorly as fate decided to take his wife's life before their first anniversary. He was rebuilding the tallest wall he had ever made, but Flo slowly tearing it apart and making him doubt himself. Will he finally have a happy ending, or will fate screw him again?

‘It’s a fucking diamond ring! Why is it on your finger?’ I roared she looked up at me, strands of her hair framing her face her tear-soaked face making her skin look blotchy. She whimpered as more tears rolled down her face. ‘Weak and pathetic! How is it that he wants you over me!’ I glared at her, lowing my head so that we were eye to eye. Fear filled her face tenfold when I showed her my fangs. She gulped. ‘I don’t know Zac gave it to me, please,’ I slapped her again, I didn’t want to hear this. I heard her cry out again. ‘What do you want’ she begged. ‘I want you gone,’ I raised back up, so I was standing over her, she cowered back into the chair. ‘I can’t leave,’ she whispered helplessly. Zelda is a Siren captured from the depths of the sea at a young age to be sold as a sex slave to the Vampire Prince. Zaikai is an arrogant entitled Vampire who needs an heir in order to become King of the realm. After the two meet they find themselves drawn together with an intense chemistry. Both uncertain as to what the future will hold, trouble is always around the corner and before they are able to change the dynamics of their relationship disaster strikes causing everything they had hoped to unravel. Will Zaikai's past cost him his future? Can Zelda claim her freedom? Will the two get past the hurt and betrayal and find love?

“No, please…. please don't hurt Eldric,” she begged him to not hurt her husband which made him grab a fist of her hair and pull her face closer to his. She yelped in pain. “So you really love your husband a lot to beg me for his life?” He glowered down at her. “You did give him that thing which I had always needed from you,” he seethed out. Her heart ached more terribly when she saw that searing pain flashing in his gaze for a split second before his viciousness took over him completely. “Fine, I will spare your dear husband’s life tonight if you would be able to stop me,” he uttered and cupped the back of her neck. She witnessed his rapacious gaze wandering all over her face and body hungrily before it stopped at her lips. “And I guess you already know how to stop me, Mrs Ariella Eldric Kohler….” he smirked wickedly at her mouth before trailing his predacious eyes back at her gaze. Turning completely vulnerable, she closed her glossy eyes and then pressed her lips against his, giving him what he had been demanding from her at the cost of her husband's life. Feeling the delicate warmth of her mouth against his, he plunged himself deeper inside her core once again, making her yelp in pain. “Moan my name, Ella…” he groaned, thrusting inside her harder. Tears rolled down from her eyes. “Aahh….K…Kieran….” her moan made him slam his mouth against her where he twisted her very being to become his salvation from her sin. Why was she letting this fatal man ruin not only her but her wedding vows too, who was surviving his life with the only purpose of destroying her? Read to find out…..

This is the completed 1st book. Ellie is the top female warrior of her pack and a tomboy. She also happens to be the most beautiful she-wolf with golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes. When she has more than wolf fighting to claim her as his, will she listen to her heart, the mate bond, or her head? One thing is for sure. Ellie belongs to no one. Book 2 The Rogue's Winter Revenge is also a complete book and can be found on Good Novel!

“I am married, Mateo, you need..” He grabbed my hair aggressively and claimed my lips. “I don't care.. I still want you. You are mine!” He pinned me against the wall and grabbed my ass. “Mateo, we are in my matrimonial home..” “Fuck that” Astrid, a 30-year-old woman, and Mateo, a 22-year-old dude, got into a secret and dangerous love affair, but is it genuine from both sides and how long can they keep it a secret???

The day before we are supposed to go abroad to get our marriage registered, George Anderson slips a five-carat diamond ring onto my ring finger. "Geri, once you wear this, you'll be Mrs. Anderson for the rest of your life." Before I even have time to feel moved, his tone suddenly shifts. "But I've already canceled tomorrow's flight and asked for a refund. Let's put off the registration for now." He slowly turns the rosary beads on his wrist, speaking as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Mia's depression has relapsed. She's threatening to jump off a building. The only thing that can calm her down is getting a marriage certificate with her. "I have to go register my marriage with her right now. If she finds out I married you abroad, she'll lose her mind." I freeze and stare at him in disbelief. However, he ruffles my hair with eyes full of indulgence and helplessness. "Be good. It's just a piece of paper. Once her condition is stable, we'll have our wedding. If you really want to go to Frosh Isle, just join a tour group yourself." I watch as his figure retreat in a hurry and touch my lower abdomen. Then, I tear the prenatal checkup report for the twins in my bag into pieces. Next, I make the call for my final confirmation of starting the overseas study program. I no longer intend to see the aurora in Frost Isle with George.

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.