Oh Yeah Harder

Sometimes, love isn't just about a feeling. It's not just hugs and kisses. It's not just I love you's and I miss you's. There's more to love if we choose to see what's beyond it. There's sacrifices. Yeah, a sacrifice is truly one of the truest forms of love. Kasi naman, hindi ka naman magsasakripisyo kung hindi mo mahal, diba? You choose to sacrifice because there's more at stake than your feelings alone. Kaya kahit mahirap at masakit, you will always end up choosing the right thing to do. Iyon ang nasa isip ni Hope. Kapag magmamahal siya, she will be more than willing to sacrifice for that person. Dala-dala niya ang thought na 'yon everyday. What she didn't know is that it is easier to say it than do it. Kasi naman, she was never in love before. Hindi niya alam na ganoon pala kahirap kapag nasa sitwasyon ka na. Then there goes Sir Troy who came to her life one day. Bigla-bigla. Walang sign. Walang babala. Iyon na sana, kaso reality has its own way of slapping her. He's an instructor. She's his student. It's forbidden. Now, she's stuck between fighting for that love and letting go. Alin ba ang dapat gawin?

In this novel we follow 15 year old Charlie Hale, 5 years after she is caught out in the open when rogues attacked her pack. While still healing from the trauma she is having a hard time understanding the enormouty of the PTSD manifesting in her along with her developing hormone, on top of everything she's also trying to navigate teenage life. The things that should come easy like being able to connect with her peers or feeling safe and comfortable at home are very difficult and with her growing frustration are becoming exponentially harder everyday. So after much discussion Charlie's parents make the hard decision and send her to the New Moon Academy. A boarding school for the supernatural kind. There she meets Maya, Ethan and Liam other teens whose families sent them to the academy for their own reasons.While at school Charlie and her new friends overhear a plot against the werewolf king.Who can they turn to? Can they stop this nefarious plot?

Elliot Sinclair has it all—money, power, a picture-perfect fiancée, and the eyes of the world watching his every move. But behind closed doors, his life is anything but perfect. Because Elliot is in love. With Jonah Hartfield. A man. Jonah is everything Elliot shouldn't want—fierce, reckless, possessive. Their affair is a powder keg of passion and danger, one kiss away from destruction. The world can't know. His family can't know. And Clara, the woman he’s supposed to marry for the cameras, definitely can’t know. But Jonah is done playing games. He doesn’t care about appearances. He doesn’t care about the cameras. He just wants Elliot. Completely. And he’s not interested in sharing. When jealousy boils over and secrets get harder to hide, Elliot is forced to choose: keep pretending for the world—or burn it all down for the man he can’t live without.

Celestina "Tin" Mercado thought she was the perfect wife—until she found herself hiding in a hotel closet, watching her husband cheat on her with the fiancée of the country’s most feared billionaire, Atticus Valderama. Broken, homeless, and labeled "convenient" by the man she loved, Tin hits rock bottom. But her life takes a twist when Atticus offers her a lifeline. He doesn’t offer her pity; he offers her a deal. To secure his inheritance, Atticus needs a wife. To destroy her ex-husband, Tin needs power. The agreement is simple: Sign a marriage contract, pretend to be the perfect couple, and watch their exes burn. Rule #1: Make it convincing. Rule #2: Destroy their enemies. Rule #3: Never, ever fall in love. But as the lines between "fake" and "real" start to blur inside Atticus’s penthouse, Tin realizes that guarding her heart might be harder than getting revenge.

Lucille believed her family was perfect: a loving husband, a thriving business and a wonderful son until it all came crashing on her birthday and anniversary. Her best friend Her husband Making out and plotting to kill not just her but her son as well. Everything was a lie. A well crafted mask her husband and best friend has put in front of their faces. An attempt to end her son's life was the final straw. She needed revenge. She needed to get them for what they had done but it was harder than she thought it could be. Then enters her nemesis, Giovanni King Russo. A man that shook the city and everyone who heard his name including Lucille but he needed her help and she needed his as well. A deal to help each other was the plan. But why did it seem Giovanni wasn't here for something simple? Her life or something she couldn't give?

The space between them disappeared. She arched into him, tilting her head as his lips traced a slow path down her jaw, then lower. Goodness, she wanted more. *** Valentina De Luca was never meant to be a Caruso bride. That was her sister's role—until Alecia ran off with her fiancé, leaving behind a family drowning in debt and a deal that couldn’t be undone. Now, Valentina is the one offered up as collateral, forced into marriage with Naples’ most dangerous man. Luca Caruso has no use for a woman who wasn’t part of the original bargain. To him, Valentina is nothing more than a replacement, a means to reclaim what was promised to him. But she isn’t as fragile as she seems. And the more their lives tangle, the harder she is to ignore. Everything begins to go well for her, well, until her sister returns. And with her, the kind of trouble that could ruin them all.

“Spread for me," he growled, his fingers teasing her wet and eager folds. “I… I can’t…” Celeste whispered, shivering, her body betraying her with every desperate twitch. “Yes, you can,” he hissed, pressing harder, dragging a fingertip through her slick heat. “Show me… how wet, how hungry you are for me.” Celeste never expected her stepbrother to ignite a fire she couldn’t control. Every accidental touch, every heated glance left her trembling, yearning for him in ways both thrilling and forbidden. When Jace invaded her space, teasing, daring, and dominating, she was pushed to the edge. Desire coiled low, nerves screamed, and every inch of her ached to be claimed and filled by the one man she shouldn’t want. Forbidden, dripping, and utterly consuming, this was a craving that shouldn’t exist, yet she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, resist.

!!WARNING!! This series will wreck your panties and your soul; no safe words, no apologies. Expect a possessed woman being exorcised: spiritually and physically by the priest’s dick to a high school famous ball player, ramming his hard c*ck into his best friend’s mother's soaked c^nt to lesbians cheating on one another for the same throbbing, cum-slicked monster cock and many more. This collection would be filled with some of the craziest affairs known to be taboos to healthy people but a normal way of life to sex starved CEO’s, doctors, divorced women and others. If “please, Daddy, harder” makes you clutch your pearls… slam this shut and run. But if the idea of being taken, marked, and filled until you can’t think straight has you throbbing already…flip the page, slut. You’ve been warned. Grab your sex toys ladies Cause author Xena is coming with the heat. kisses.

"I found my mate and I think she just rejected me so... yeah happy me," I responded. I tried to keep my voice neutral so, that I could hide my pain. But it was a terrible fail. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mate either brother," Damien responded. For someone who was human, that is before I turned him, he sure did lack empathy. "Does she not like your form?" He asked after realizing that he was not making me feel any better. I looked different. Yes, that was true. But not that much different. Besides, I know that that wasn't the reason why she rejected me, if I can call it a rejection that is. My mate rejected me because I was of low status and income. Damn it, I was mated to a gold digger. XXXXXX Dimitri is an original vampire. He is also soon-to-be king. As part of his pre-coronation duties, he is to disguise himself and live among his soon-to-be subjects such as to understand them better. However, he cannot get caught. If anyone recognizes that it is him, their prince, then he has failed. So, what happens when he bumps into his mate and she doesn't approve of him being of working class? Throw in a black, bold and beautiful African woman, a ton of family secrets and a supernatural war, then your recipe for disaster is good to go.

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.