Nod Pod Blanket

"I intend to propose to Naditya, uncle, aunt." Crazy. This is crazy. Please say that this is just a dream. Now! I tried to hold back my laughter. What's the word? Apply? Seriously! This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, huh? I swear! So funny. Wow! If you participate in stand-up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner. " "Na," said Bunda quietly. Chiko still showed a smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit! "Ekhm ....like this Chiko, my wife and I really appreciate your good intentions. And Nana is our only daughter. We don't want Nana to be wrong in choosing a partner. ”Father began to voice, issuing his words of wisdomand I can only nod my head and wait for Chiko's response when my father refuses his proposal. "Yes, Uncle. I understand." "Since childhood, Nana has always been well looked after. Even the slightest wound, I immediately treated it. Because of that, I don't want Nana to be hurt by anyonee specially at his current age, he is still in a period of instability. He still can't tell the difference between really good and bad. " Good, Dad. Take out all your wise words. I'm curious, a lecturer who is so adored by students on campus, his application was rejected by the owner of this standard nose. "Because of that, we decided to ...." Ouch, Dad! Why do you have to hang it? Just say if you -, .... "Accept your application." "WHAT ?!"

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan. He's so anxious that his eyes have gone red. At the same time, he keeps trying to embrace me. "Tell me who that bastard is! I'll make him pay!" I don't explain anything at all. Instead, I merely utter his name softly. After that, the current Ronan personally locks me up in the dungeon. He claims that I need to reflect on myself—that I shouldn't target Evelyn out of jealousy. Just then, the younger Ronan appears again. He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

He is called the EMPEROR of the business world, he is filthy rich name it he has it all except his empress. A god-like human, it’s like God sculpt him perfectly. Possessing a dark blue tantalizing eye that held so many secret, has a jet black hair that makes him more look divine, sharp jaws that looks like God carve it himself, a pale heart shape pink lips, and a sharp well carved pointy nose. Ladies flocked to get his attention but they only receive a sharp dangerous glare. She came from an abusive, a heartless family who is insecure on what she has, jealous on the gift she has. Only her dad and granddad treated her well. She possesses a sweet smile that can melt a frozen heart. A heart shaped goddess like face, that god has sculpture her beauty with care and perfection, possessing a silver dark eyes that shouts so many emotions, a small pointy nose and a pouty natural red small lips. What happen if the cold, ruthless, and dangerous emperor laid his dark blue eye on a girl who possesses a sweet smile and a goddess like face? Fate has a plan for them, destiny is just around the corner and cupid is ready to match. “Love, keep your smile for me that is exclusively mine only,” Zhane sweetly told her wife his dark blue eyes shows so much love while looking at his goddess wife. Shayne nod smiling sweetly to his husband. The whole room was quite, mouth-wide open, eyes popping and shock written in their faces. They couldn’t believe what they have witnessed they just saw and heard their master in a different aura, gone the cold, dangerous aura, deadly eyes, emotionless face and cold as ice voice of their master.

I shoot without any kind of fear, with violence, I advance in the lair of the Romans that I hate so much, while I protect my belly. The confrontation is complicated, because we have the same level and weapons, but, if I have come here, it is because I want to end right now with the hatred that has prevented us from advancing. My babies in my belly move and I transform into a wolf to advance quickly through the place, until I collide with a big wolf that makes me angry. The man transforms into a human and smiles at me. “I didn't think you would be so vindictive. It was just a little rejection, Rain, you should let me go.” Lake says, the man that in the past, I loved with my soul. The desire to transform into a human and shoot him flashes through my mind, but I can't give myself away. So, I jump to bite his neck, but, he grabs me in his arms and throws me to the other end of the room, where one of my men grabs me and I, out of shock, transform into a human. “Are you all right?” my bodyguard asks worriedly and I nod in fear. “Are you pregnant?” Lake asks in a daze, looking at my bulging belly. 'Oh, no. Now he knows. Darn.' I mentally tell myself with worry. “'That baby... “If you came to talk, you can talk in hell.” I say shooting at him and he doesn't dodge my bullet, but, instead, rushes towards me. “It's my son, isn't it?” Lake asks. “I don't have to answer anything you ask me; our connection was broken when you rejected me as your moon.” I say coldly.

—Vete —ordené, orgullosa de que mi voz no sonara ni la mitad de temblorosa de lo que me sentía por dentro. —¿Eso es lo que realmente quieres, Keera? —preguntó en un susurro. Antes de que pudiera responder, tomó mi mano y la levantó lentamente, llevando mis dedos hasta su nariz. Los mismos dedos que habían estado dentro de mí hacía apenas unos minutos. Mi corazón golpeó con fuerza en mi pecho. No apartó los ojos de los míos mientras inhalaba el aroma de mi deseo, y luego llevó mis dedos a su boca, pasando su lengua por ellos y lamiéndolos con lentitud hasta dejarlos limpios. ⸻ Keera No deberían existir. Era imposible. Eran errores de la naturaleza. Eso fue lo primero que pensé de los hombres lobo. Y durante años creí tener razón, porque todos los que conocí no hicieron más que herirme. Especialmente él. Me sentí atraída hacia él desde el primer momento en que lo vi. Antes de darme cuenta de que me odiaba. No quería admitirlo, pero él fue quien reforzó mi odio hacia los hombres lobo. No tenía ninguna obligación de ayudarlos. Pero lo hice. Y vi cómo mi vida se desmoronaba. Crucé cada límite que alguna vez me impuse al involucrarme con él, hasta descubrir que era mi pareja destinada. ⸻ Grayson La odiaba antes incluso de conocerla en persona. Nuestra relación era prohibida. Los hombres lobo no podían emparejarse con humanos. Ni siquiera creía que fuera una posibilidad. Pero eso fue antes de ella. Descubrí que era mi alma gemela. Y en ese momento supe que no podía dejarla ir. No me importaba renunciar al título de Alfa si eso significaba estar con ella. Porque, le gustara o no, ella sentía lo mismo por mí.

She was breaking out. She was struggling to breathe, she tried to pull away from him but no, he was gaining in on her. He had her sprawled on the couch unfastening the rope of her robe and clutching her bare skin. Her mouth fell open and her face threw to the back with her hair spread all over the couch as his lips came to her neck, and he was grunting into her ears with raw need. “I need you Bambino Mio (my baby)” he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast. Her hands were useless against him. Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan. She has never felt this good before. “I will make you feel beautiful.” He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties. “I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino.” She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again. “Do you feel better now?” He grunted out and she tried to nod her head. “No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying me with words.” He said driving deeper into her. Amora’s life turned topsy turvy down when the powerful and brutal cold billionaire of Venice walks into it. A man filled with a raw taste of need and affection and he offered her what she wanted most in her life. AFFECTION but it came with a price which will cost her a lot more than she would gain. Will she survive being in the billionaire’s world or will she be consumed? This book is RATED 18+

La vidente profetizó que yo me uniría con el Alfa y daría a luz al heredero más fuerte de la manada. Por eso, desde pequeña ya estaba decidido que me casaría con el Alfa, para que en el futuro pudiera convertirme en la Luna. Sacrifiqué toda mi juventud: sangré, luché y soporté. Cada sonrisa, cada paso, cada respiro… todo fue para convertirme en la Luna perfecta. Pero, ¿qué era lo que realmente estaba esperando? El día de la ceremonia de parejas, Guillermo apareció acompañado de una chica embarazada de sangre Omega: Luisa. Frente a todos, Guillermo anunció que, durante una cacería, ella había ingerido por accidente una hierba venenosa, quedando embarazada. Él debía asumir la responsabilidad y casarse con Luisa, para que ella se convirtiera en la nueva Luna. Al ver su expresión, firme e indiscutible, mi voz tembló al preguntar: —¿Y yo? ¿Qué voy a hacer? Él, sin dudar ni un instante, respondió de inmediato: —Susan, por esa profecía usurpaste el lugar de la futura Luna, disfrutando demasiado tiempo de un privilegio que no te correspondía. Ahora debes ceder tu lugar. —Pero no te preocupes porque te expulse. Mientras continúes siendo la sirvienta de Luisa para expiar tu culpa, podrás seguir a mi lado por siempre. Todo quedó en silencio; su mirada era como una montaña aplastándome. Yo no tenía reacción ni podía pedir nada; solo pude quitarme lentamente el velo y devolver el anillo de compromiso que simbolizaba a la futura Luna. Cuando el hijo de Luisa nació, era únicamente de sangre Omega. Fue entonces cuando Guillermo comprendió que la profecía era cierta: solo yo podía engendrar al Alfa destinado a liderar el linaje. Pero cuando él se arrepintió y me pidió que regresara, ya era demasiado tarde. Yo ya me había comprometido con el Rey Alfa; ya no le pertenecía.

Tras presentar mi solicitud para dejar el cargo de jefa de Medicina Forense y pedir el traslado a un puesto administrativo, en la comisaría a todos se les iluminó la cara. Sonrisas por todas partes. Aprobación unánime. Solo Olivia Montoya, la nueva forense… la "mejor amiga de la infancia" de mi novio, se vino abajo. La que se hace llamar la "Susurradora de Cadáveres". Entró hecha una fiera, me agarró con fuerza de la bata y, con los ojos enrojecidos, soltó: —Aunque tu técnica ya está pasada de moda, de verdad espero que te quedes. ¡Que sigas dándoles voz a las víctimas! Le aparté la mano con frialdad, recogí mis cosas y me di la vuelta para irme. Porque en mi vida pasada, ella se presentaba igual: decía que podía oír los susurros de los muertos y saber lo que habían vivido antes de morir. Yo me mataba trabajando: autopsia tras autopsia, revisando una y otra vez, redactando informes de autopsia con cada detalle. Ella, en cambio, solo necesitaba echarle un vistazo al cadáver… y podía recitar mi informe palabra por palabra, sin equivocarse ni una coma. Las familias de las víctimas la veneraban como si fuera un milagro andante. A mí me miraban con desprecio. Decían que yo profanaba al difunto, que no lo respetaba. No lo acepté. Me negué a rendirme. Me dejaba la vida en cada autopsia… pero ella siempre se me adelantaba, escupiendo toda la verdad como si ya la tuviera en la palma de la mano. Hasta que una familia, llevada al límite, me odió por ultrajar a su difunto. Me secuestraron. Me descuartizaron. Y me abandonaron en un baldío. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos… Había renacido justo el día en que Olivia anunció, por primera vez, que era la "Susurradora de Cadáveres".

La noche que le declaré mi amor, mi novia no podía parar de llorar. Decía algo sobre haber visto el futuro y que necesitaba que hiciéramos un pacto. —¿Por qué? —le pregunté. Ella respondió: —No recuerdo bien, solo sé que en el futuro me arrepiento mucho. —Rafael, pase lo que pase en el futuro, ¿me prometes que me darás tres oportunidades? ¿Sí? Claro que se lo prometí. La amaba profundamente. Pero con el tiempo, ella pareció olvidar por completo aquella promesa. Hasta que la vi meterse con su asistente y entonces empecé a entenderlo. En el momento exacto en que firmé los papeles del divorcio, una voz conocida resonó en mi mente. Era la Lorena de diecinueve años. Lloraba, suplicando: —Rafael, me lo prometiste que me darías tres oportunidades. ¿Verdad?