Natsuki Hanging

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

Three days before our engagement, Zach Jefferson called me. “We’ll need to postpone the engagement party by a month. That day is Sienna’s first concert since she returned, and I need to be there. “It’s just a postponement. It’s no big deal.” He had postponed our engagement three times that year. The first time was because Sienna Lynch had been hospitalized with appendicitis. He said he had to take care of her and rushed over. The second time, Sienna said she was feeling down. He was worried she might get depressed and immediately booked a flight to see her. It was the third time. I simply said, “Okay.” After hanging up, I turned to the good-looking and refined man beside me. “Are you interested in marrying me?” Later, during Sienna’s concert, Zach left her without hesitation. With red, teary eyes, he rushed to my engagement ceremony. “Yulia, are you really getting engaged to this man?”

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him.

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.

I was cleaning up the house on the second day after my wife went for a business trip. I casually instructed the smart speaker. “Smart, play some music.” However, I heard a husky, strange male voice. “Sure. I’m the Sun that loves you. Plus, Lindy, I would like to remind you not to forget about your birthday surprise for Sam tonight.” I stiffened and found the music particularly annoying. Linda Clark was my wife, but I had no idea who Sam was. I immediately called my wife. “Did you use the smart speaker at home?” Linda paused for a moment before she laughed indifferently. “Oh, my friend visited me a few days ago. She might have connected her account to it. What’s wrong?” I laughed and told her it was nothing. After hanging up, I found the login record of the speaker and hailed a cab. I headed straight to the registered company associated with the unfamiliar account on the record.

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.

"I kissed you because I wanted to, make no mistake about that. I have never regretted, in fact, it has given me some hope." he was more candid than she expected. The fact that he wanted to kiss her was beyond her. "Hope?" she echoed. Unable to fully comprehend where the conversation was heading. "I have an arrangement I would like to propose." he was blunt, his voice strong and serious. There was no longer any hint of the gentleman she witnessed the day before. "What kind of arrangement?" she found herself hanging on his every word, it was clear who controlled the state of the conversation. "A temporary one...between us." he waited for her reaction but Ivory herself was unsure of how to react or respond. She had never found herself in a situation such as this and she thought the likelihood of it actually happening was nil. "I want you, Ivory, in more ways than one. Last night proved that you may have the same desires." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

Two Mafia bosses and one Angel. Two sadistic men and one innocent young lady. A war of love and revenge. Blood is bound to flow, numerous deaths is certain and beautiful love will surely blossom. *** Iris Saint, a lovely christian lady never thought her life would be hanging on a thin line when she unknowingly stole the hearts of two Mafia bosses. Both the Italian Mafia Boss, Maximo Santino and the Russian Mafia Boss, Konstantin Dmitri. Her heart only call for one of them and she would do anything to have him but the other won't let her off. Maximo Santino is the only one her heart desire but Konstantin Dmitri vow never to let anyone have her if he wouldn't. The battle for the gorgeous meek lady isn't bound to end unless one of the Mafia Boss left the living. Who would it be? Who would win Iris Saint at the end. Would it be Maximo Santino or Konstantin Dmitri ? ... Find out!

Caitlin Lyon is the favored first daughter of Colton Lyon. Anyone who wants to date her will have to go through this tough as nails biker dad who thinks no one is good enough for his kid, not even the little snot nosed kid who’s been hanging around her for the past four years.Todd Henderson has spent the last four years learning his future father in law, from the age of fifteen when the big man himself threatened him to within an inch of his life if he even thought of messing with his daughter. Now he’s nineteen and with the training from the erstwhile Mancini has grown in experience if not years so he’s more than ready to claim his girl when he goes home on summer break from the college they’d both planned to meet at before her dad put the brakes on that one. The Lyon’s Cub Caitlin was created by Jordan Silver an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

My first reaction when I encountered the landslide was not to run, but to immediately call Ethan. After all, Ethan always nagged at me, and I can almost hear him saying, "You can't do anything right; I always have to come to help." The phone rang for ages before it finally connected, and by then, the landslide had knocked me to the ground. "Yes? What is with you? Calling eight hundred times a day… Don't you ever get tired of it? I told you I'm working; I don't have time. "Hello? If you're not going to say anything, I'm hanging up. I've got other things to do." Beep, beep! Before I could say a word, Ethan impatiently scolded me. Typical. That had been Ethan Lang's attitude five years into our marriage. He might not have to put up with me anymore after this, though, because I might never see him again......