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#SMUT SCENE #EROTIC SCENE I stared deeply into his eyes, hoping he would stop me if he regretted it, but nothing—just an empty void. "My dignity is most respected, as is that of my child, Luci... Lucian..." "It's Alpha Lucian to you now; if I were you, I wouldn't cross me." He gritted his teeth, and I found myself swallowing hard. "Okay, Alpha Lucian Pascal, I reject you as my mate and Alpha. I'll address you informally and by your name. I shall hold no connection to this pack, its members, nor to you. I hereby free you from this hideous bond to mate with whoever you see fit and make them your Luna." I bit down on my lips, trying to stop the tears from spilling out, my grip tightening on my dress as I felt my legs wobbling from intense pain. But above all, I waited for him to come back to his senses, to ask me to stay, to apologize... "I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack and never want to see you anywhere near me or my pack. I also accept your rejection; you now cease to be my mate." Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way. I expected Lucian to save me from falling, but he only stood there, watching me. My instinct kicked in, and I grabbed onto the desk, trying to steady myself as the tears I was trying to hold in slid down my cheeks. Immediately, I darted outside, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I hate you... I wanted to, but it was clear: I loved you. I loved the wrong one.

“Promise me, you will marry me?” Kylie asked Damon. “Yes. I promise you. I will marry you, my love." Damon answered and kissed Kylie passionately. ••• “Will you accept Damon Blake as your lawful husband?” The priest asked the bride. “I Do." The Bride answered with a bright smile on her face. “Will you accept Riya Reymond as your lawful wife?” The priest asked the groom. “Yes.” The Groom answered after taking a deep breath. "I hereby announce that Mr. Damon Blake and Mrs. Riya Reymond are lawfully Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride now." The priest said smiling. Damon leaned in and pressed his lips against Riya's lips. ••• “Marry me to take revenge on your brother, Asher?” Kylie asked. “Are you out of your mind?” Asher asked. “No. But you promised me that you will bring me and your brother together again? Remember or you forgot your promises too?” Kylie asked. “No. I don’t. But, marrying me won’t get you my brother.” Asher answered. “I have no choice left. Either marry me… or get lost from my life and never show me your face to me.” Kylie said. “Okay… I will marry you.” Asher replied. ~~~ Kylie was betrayed by Damon, her only first love. But, Damon was forced to get married to someone he doesn’t love and Kylie married Damon’s brother to get revenge on the man who betrayed her? Read this story of four different people who chose four different ways of life and got entangled with each other in a way even their fate couldn't comprehend. What happens... when these four people were forced into forced marriage. Will they find love or would they find hatred? Or would they come to an acceptance like many of those 'accepting' married couple?

I am enjoy swimming, I don't know how long Marco has been gone. I didn't realize that I had reached the bottom of the waterfall because of the hot weather and the feeling of the cold water on the body feels really good that I even thought if I sat at the bottom of the waterfall to let the water pour over my almost naked body. I've only been there for a minute when I felt my brassiere come off my chest! It's because there's no lace and the brassiere I am wearing is in tube style. I was shocked by what happened and confused what to do first, how to cover my naked breasts. Should I jump off the water again to get my brassiere before the water washes it away, or should I stay here in the falls to get help from the water to cover my naked body. I looked around first to find Marco for help but he wasn't there! He is nowhere to be found! Shit! I immediately went down to chase after my brassiere when it was being swept away by the water. Now I am not sure if Marco not being here is a good or a bad news, but as I think of it realized that I would really faint if he sees me naked right now! Good thing I know how to swim so I got my brassiere at the right time. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Great! Just in time!" I said to myself while holding my brassiere. Of course, my breasts are exposed, well I'm the only person here so it's okay anyway. "Wow, nice breasts. Round and big!" It was as if my soul left my body when I heard an unfamiliar voice from somewhere.

Liara Haysbert's whole world revolved around her books and her family. She didn't want to find her mate just after turning eighteen because she wanted to become a doctor first. A part of her didn't wish to find her mate because she was scared that her mate would reject her. Because she used to struggle to speak in front of anyone, as she had been mocked her whole life because of her nerd nature. But life had another plan for her when out of the blue, her part crossed with her fated mate, a rogue. "Ple..please sto..stop following me." Liara whimpered, feeling scared, but immediately she realized something, "Oh!! I…I get it.. You can't s..stop yourself be..because of the mate bond. Let..lets reject each other, okay?" "Ple..please tell me yo..your name." She whispered. "I don't have a name, Liara. Everyone calls me by different names; you can choose one to reject me. The options are Bastard, Killer, Asshole, Black, Red, Speed, dickhead, Beast, heartless, leech, dog, etc. The list is too long." Liara's heart sank upon hearing this, and she soon realized what the hell she was going to do. She kept staring at him without blinking her eyes for a while before speaking. "Theodore." It meant 'a gift of god'. And he was indeed a gift by Moon Goddess; otherwise, they wouldn't have been 'FATED MATES.' * Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Ongoing) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Ongoing) Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Completed) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Completed) *** Follow me on social media. Search ‘sprachi12’

"Ella! You belong to me. Your body, your soul, all of you is mine, Alpha Marcus says. You're destined for me! You can run anywhere, but in the end, I will find you, you are meant for me." Ella struggled to catch her breath as she sobbed. She felt the pain that Marcus was with someone else, he was her mate, but he refused to get close to her, even though everyone feared him. She hated him, yet she had seen the good in him. She drank until she was drunk and then made her way to Marcus's room. She entered the room but didn't find him, so she headed to the bathroom where she found him in the jacuzzi, his massive muscles dripping with water. Marcus took the towel that hung nearby and asked coldly, "Ella, what are you doing here?" She was swaying, nearly falling, and said, "Why do you punish me like this? I'm hot and tempting. How can you not be affected by my presence?" Marcus realized she was drunk, picked her up, and asked in concern, "Are you okay?" He stood close to her, making it hard for her to breathe. It was as if she was about to have a breakdown. She was about to leave, tears streaming, but before she could make any more moves, Marcus immediately trapped her, placing his arms on either side of her. Both of them swallowed hard when their eyes met. A strange, powerful, but addictive feeling surged between them. "You have to stay here, Ella," he said. She looked at his half-opened lips. Intense and unwanted thoughts filled her mind as her breaths escaped her. Ella stated painfully, "I'm sure you feel it too, Marcus... You're my mate."

Isang normal na gabi lang sana ang lahat kay Paris Laurene, kung hindi lamang niya nasaksihan ang tumataginting na pagkabigo ni Theon, sa isang dalagang balak nitong ipakilala bilang girlfriend sa abuela nito. Last minute nang bigla nalang umayaw ang dalagang bitbit ni Theon kaya’t naiwan ito habang di malaman kung paano haharapin ang parating na Lola. Well look at that, even the hot, rich and devilishly handsome Theonnius Naverra got dump in front of her very eyes! May pag-asa pa ang Earth! Hindi maatim ni Paris na hayaan si Theon na humarap nang bigo sa abuela nitong dumating sa naturang tagpuan. kahit pa kating-kati na ang dila niyang budburan ito ng pang-aasar. Ngunit dahil isa siyang mabait, maganda at binibining may busilak na kalooban, nagpakilala siya bilang girlfriend ni Theon. “Relax, Theon. Magbi-break din naman tayo.” Nakaisip na si Paris ng plano upang malinis na matakasan nilang dalawa ni Theon ang ginawa nilang pagpapanggap na magkasintahan. Iyon ay ang gumawa ng paraan upang magbreak sila nang hindi nagdududa at nabibigla si Lola Celestina. “We just need to follow the right breakup formula.” aniya. “What?” “Heated arguments plus jealousy and misunderstanding minus communication and time, idagdag pa ang mga babae mo. That will surely equal to break up.” Okay na sana lahat. Ang problema maling equation ata ang nasusunod ni Paris. Imbes kasi na magkalabuan lang sila ay nahuhulog pa siya sa binata! Oo nga pala, hindi siya magaling sa Math!

What happens when the past comes back to haunt you... but prettier? --- Eleven years ago, Anastasia Hayes ran from Pack Eviscera with blood on her hands and guilt burning in her throat, swearing she'd bury the past beneath ambition and cold distance. Now a rising lawyer with power in her stride and secrets buried underneath a cold exterior, Ana thinks she's untouchable. Until her heat hits, wrong place, worst time, in a hotel room far from home. Desperate and delirious, she does the unthinkable. She marks a Dominant Alpha. A stranger. In a world where Omegas are silenced, sold, and shamed, claiming an Alpha could get her killed or worse… claimed back. But what she doesn't know is: The Alpha isn’t a stranger. He’s the one person she was never meant to touch. The boy she left behind, now a man; and not just any man, but the Bratva’s king. What could possibly go wrong? Right? *** “Tit for tat peaches.” he murmured, dragging his thumb over my bottom lips, “You let me do what I want, where I want it, how I want it, and I'll do what you ask.” My breath hitched, “What are you talking about? You know I can't…” Hermes sighed and began to turn away, “Deals off then.” “Wait!” I grabbed his hand before he could make another step. “Hermes…let's bargain okay…?” He grinned, leaned in so the heat of his breath brushed my ear, “No can't do, Peaches…” his fingers slipped under my waistband. I whimpered. “Now I get to ruin you back.”

Liliana Patrick, a twenty three years old timid and clumsy lady who lost everything in a blink of an eye. Suffer was an understatement in her case, she had nothing, no shelter, no friends, no family. But when she steps her leg in to Kings Company, she was introduced to another world she never knew about. Nicholas King, an example of rude and arrogant, cold, dominant, commanding and heartless. The thirty years took over his late father's property after he passed away, he shows no mercy to his workers, he can fire you with just a little mistake. But when his eyes roam her body as she walks into his office, he claimed her as his. I took a seat in front of him. "Good morning Sir-" I greeted but he cuts me off. "Did I ask you to seat?" His voice, so raspy, so deep, so sensual, so husky and so......British? I never knew the Kings were British. But what took my attention were those words he said. "Uhh....." I stood up immediately. "I'm sorry" I apologize but he looks angry or something. "You came sixteen minutes late, left my door opened, sat on the chair like you own the place" he snarled at me..... okay, Mr rude. "I.....I said I was sorry" I look away from him, he shuffle and his cologne filled my nostrils, sandalwood and lavender oil. "You are not to talk back till I ask you to. Sit" he ordered and I did. He grabs what looks like my resumè, he looks at me in an instant. His blue orbs holds no emotions in his eyes as he stares at me, but what was so intriguing was the fact that he's intimidating me really bad.

“No one touches what is mine and gets to live,” he replies firmly, sending a cold shiver down my spine. “Alessandro, I am not yours. I am not anyone’s property,” I argue. He laughs softly. “Okay,” he says casually, as if what I said doesn't matter. “I mean it; I will never be yours—not your property, not your plaything, and certainly not your mistress,” I've already made it clear that I won't be his mistress; I don’t know why he can’t seem to accept that. His jaw tightens, then he scoffs. “He threatened you, he touched you,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “It really didn’t matter if the device was his or not; he knew what was coming for him.” In search of her missing father, Renée, a 24 year old boudoir photographer, moves to a new country and makes a deal with the FBI. She helps them bring down the most feared Mafia Don in the country, and they help her find her father. All she has to do is seduce him and get him to lower his guard—easy. Alessandro has been married for three years to the perfect wife, the princess of the East Mafia dome. That kind of marriage makes Alessandro the leader of both the South and the East of the Mafia dome and untouchable, Ruthless. Then one night at a masquerade ball, he meets her, the seductive stranger with a different accent. She looks like the typical type of woman he would make his mistress. But is that enough? Will his world accept a woman like her? It has been a rule for as long as he can remember that certain races can't mix, at least not from where he stands. Plus, he is a married man. Everything about her is forbidden.

Kimberly Wilson had been married to Steven Smith for two years. When Steven proposed a divorce, she agreed without hesitation. Holding a huge fortune, she began to wealth freely. The Wilson family had only one child, so who would be family continuity? Simple, she said, 'Help me post a message offering a high reward for pregnancy.' It read, "Due to my husband's car accident rendering him infertile, seeking a healthy male for surrogacy. Generous compensation." As for the requirements, 'Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.' Her highly efficient personal assistant, whom she had hired at great expense, sent over photos of applicants the next day. One ultimately met her criteria and even exceeded her expectations. The side profile in the photo, noble and aloof, looked familiar. She immediately decided, 'Okay, It's him.' 'He's available anytime, but he has one prerequisite.' her assistant informed. Kimberly raised an eyebrow, 'What requirement?' 'He's a bit shy, so the lights must be off.' Only later did she realize what trouble she had gotten into. The man was not only the sole heir to the multi-billion luxury goods group-Garcia group but also the best friend of her ex-husband. Steven didn't wait for Kimberly to reconcile as usual but instead heard the news of her new romance. Despairing, he said, 'I can live without her. Don't try to persuade me.' But later, drunk, he called in the middle of the night. 'Kiki...' His voice was choked up. A cold male voice responded from the other end, 'May I ask why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night?' '......'