Olivia Holt Sexy

A message came through on my husband's phone. 'Hey, baby. Hope this gets you nice and hard. Can't wait to see you tonight xoxo'. What? I was shocked! But I was even more shocked when I saw the picture. A woman in a skimpy, slutty, red lace bar. The bra was so sheer you could see her nipples. She had red lipstick, her face in a sexy pout. The woman was my husband's first love – Ellie! My husband was cheating on me? A wave of nausea washed over me. My heart raced. I felt dizzy. It was clear from the message that this wasn't the first time, either. I would never tolerate such a thing. I asked for a divorce and threw away my wedding ring. He would definitely regret it when he found out I was actually a billionaire. But so what? I don't care.

Cette histoire est un aperçu de la romance d’où tire la provenance de son titre “Amour à la fin ”. Cela montre que l’amour n’est pas un privilège donné qu’à quelques personnes. Au final tout le monde peut tomber amoureux c’est la règle.

Our third anniversary trip to Hawaii was supposed to be a new beginning—just me, Tom, and our son. But then she showed up. Blair. Our single, sexy neighbor with a killer smile and a suitcase full of charm. I thought she was just tagging along. I was wrong. One night, I overheard her hiss, “Why the hell didn’t you just let her die?” That’s when it hit me—Blair wasn’t just having an affair with my husband. She had planned to let me drown in the tsunami. I survived. But I kept quiet. I decided to play dumb—to smile, to act fragile, to stay close—for my son’s sake. I needed to know what they really wanted… and how far they’d go. Then, on my son Noah’s birthday, he made a wish. “I want Aunty Blair to be my new mommy.” The candles flickered. My heart cracked. Had Blair already replaced me?

J'allais me marier, mais mon fiancé, un PDG avec qui j'étais fiancée depuis dix ans, ne le savait pas. Parce qu'une nouvelle femme de chambre est arrivée chez lui, il n'avait pas le temps de s'occuper de moi. Ils discutaient sans arrêt toute la journée, et on dirait qu'ils allaient bientôt dormir dans le même lit. Pour faire plaisir à sa femme de chambre, mon fiancé lui a acheté un nouveau yacht et l'a emmenée voir les aurores boréales au pôle Nord. Il a complètement oublié notre rendez-vous pour choisir la robe de mariage. Après avoir attendu toute la journée dans la boutique de robes de mariée, j'ai appelé mon père : « Je veux changer de marié. »

Dans chaque existence il existe chaque chemin. Nous marchons toujours selon une voie. Qu’elle soit prédéfinie ou adaptée. Cette histoire est un exemple.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Sevi bekerja di perusahaan susu segar, hidupnya tampak sempurna. Ia mencintai pekerjaannya sebagai milk tester, mencintai susu strawberry, dan hidup mandiri. Tapi semuanya berubah ketika ia menemukan susu baru yang justru membangkitkan ‘reaksi biologis’ aneh pada tubuhnya. Tanpa hamil, tanpa hubungan, tiba-tiba tubuhnya memproduksi ASI... beraroma strawberry. Lebih rumit lagi, bosnya yang dikenal dingin dan perfeksionis, Arlan, mulai mencium rahasia aneh yang disembunyikannya. Tapi siapa sangka? Keanehan itu justru jadi awal kedekatan mereka dengan cara yang tidak pernah terpikirkan Sevi sebelumnya. “Saya tahu cara supaya nggak terlalu sakit. Mau?”

Do you know that little voice in your head? Lila has that voice, but it's like someone else suddenly takes up space inside her mind. That little voice isn't so little in Lila's case. Lila has always wanted to escape her life, and now that chance is coming sooner than she ever expected, but what is she escaping or falling into? Lila's world gets turned upside down when she discovers she is a wolf shifter. To top it off, everything she thought she knew about her mother is brought into question, and her father, the only family she has, suddenly betrays her in the worst way possible.

"Kaelen you coward!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the wind, "Come out here and face me like a man!" Soon after, his ranks began to part. "Selene, my love." He said with a small smile. "Am I safe to assume this is your oh so terrible attempt at surrender?" I gave a smile of my own. "Oh, darling no. I just wanted you to take one long look at my face. I want to have the chance to look you in the eyes when I say this: this here is the last face you're going to see before you die." With that, I turned my horse and headed behind my banners. “Prepare the lines,” I called, ready for the war to begin. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Blurb: On the night Selene was to be crowned Luna, her fated mate, the Alpha she had loved since childhood, publicly chose another. Before the entire pack, he marked a foreign princess, casting Selene aside as “unworthy.” Betrayed, humiliated and stripped of her son, Selene swore she would avenge. When a rival Alpha, Draven of the Shadowfangs, offers her his hand, Selene accepts... not for love, but for revenge. Their union is dangerous, defiant, and forbidden… yet the fire between them is undeniable. Now Selene is no longer the abandoned mate. She's a rising queen, torn between a cursed bond to the man who betrayed her and the intoxicating passion of the enemy who would burn the world for her. But war is coming. The mate bond aches, the Moon Goddess herself schemes against her, and her son is trapped in the hands of her ruthless ex. To survive, Selene must shatter destiny itself… even if it means defying gods, breaking bonds, and destroying the Alpha who once claimed her. This isn’t fate. This is war.

When Olivia’s Mom gets married to the Lycan king, she moves to the palace to begin a whole new life against her wishes. What she didn’t expect was she gets to live under the same roof with the sexy Alpha Triplets and worst still mated to them.