Orym X Dorian

Felice Chiara Farfala (28) Leader tim desain fashion yang memengang brand Luxury yang sangat terkenal yaitu Lauré yang merupakan Brand Luxury di bawah naungan perusahaan The Premiére. Felice merupakan wanita tangguh, tenang, ambisius dan realistis. Felice merasa bahwa laki-laki hanyalah sesuatu hal yang merangsangnya untuk memberikan ketegangan dan kepuasan sesaat. Dia tidak pernah menganggap penting terkait perasaaannya terhadap pria dan dia hampir tidak pernah memberikan segalanya tentang perasaan itu dengan serius. Namun, suatu hari ketika dia sedang berada dalam sebuah acara pesta pembukaan Fashion Week. Felice bertemu dengan seorang pria yang biasa di panggil Mr. X. Pria itu adalah seorang Fotografer yang biasa diajak kerja sama oleh Brand-Brand Luxury. Saat sedang berpesta Felice dan Mr. X terlalu mabuk sehingga mereka berakhir di dalam sebuah kamar Hotel. Mereka terlibat dalam cinta semalam tanpa saling mengenal satu sama lain. Keesokan paginya, Felice terbangun dengan kondisi yang tenang dan segera kembali menjalankan aktifitasnya seperti biasa. Mr. X berusaha untuk mengajak Felice berkenalan tapi Felice tidak mau menyebutkan namanya pada pria cinta semalamnya itu. Karena bagi Felice dia tidak akan terlibat lebih jauh pada hubungan ini. Setelah ditinggalkan oleh Felice, Mr. X masih terngiang-ngiang dengan kejadian semalam. Dia masih tidak bisa melupakan wanita itu. Suara dan kecantikan tubuhnya masih teringat jelas di benaknya. Mr. X akan terus berusaha mencari wanita itu meskipun ia tidak tahu namanya. Setelah beberapa jam berlalu, Felice terpaksa harus menggantikan Arina untuk melakukan kencan buta. Pria yang menjadi pasangan kencan butanya adalah Mr. X. Bagaimana tanggapan Felice dan Mr. X saat kembali bertemu? Apakah mereka akan saling mengenal?

« Je suis vraiment désolé Hayley...» « Elle te manipule complètement Zayn.» Hayley Marshall x Zayn Malik livre terminé ! ©Copyright

Di tengah kemewahan kehidupan bangsawan, Lady Cleo Austin dijodohkan dengan Duke Muda Sander Dorian, seorang bangsawan yang dihormati dan sahabat dekat Pangeran Mahkota Alden. Pernikahan mereka tampak sempurna, namun ada rahasia yang tersembunyi: Pangeran Alden diam-diam mencintai Lady Cleo. Di sisi lain, Putri Mahkota Zelda, istri Pangeran Alden, juga menyimpan rasa cemburu yang mendalam terhadap Lady Cleo. Desakan keluarga dan tekanan politik membuat Zelda merencanakan balas dendam keji yang mengancam kebahagiaan Lady Cleo dan Duke Muda Sander. Ketika sebuah skandal memalukan terjadi di Dorian Manor, kehidupan Cleo dan Sander terbalik. Skandal itu melibatkan seorang pelayan yang mengaku hamil anak Duke Muda Sander. Lady Cleo yang patah hati harus berhadapan dengan pilihan sulit: mempertahankan pernikahannya atau membiarkan diri hancur oleh intrik politik yang lebih dalam daripada yang ia bayangkan.

"Ms. A paano ba patindigin ang balahibo ng babae? Anong dapat kong gawin?" "Search mo" sagot ko "Ms. A paano ba simulan ang s*x?" "Hulaan mo" sagot ko "Ms. A paano mag f*nger? Yung mapapapikit sa sarap yung babae?" "Ip*sok mo buong kamay mo" sagot ko "Ms. A ito na ang final performance ko" "Ede maganda" "Miss A! Miss A!" Mahal na ata kita Kylus, pero nakatali ka na sa ibang babae kaya wala akong magagawa. Isa lang naman akong s e x t u t o r para sayo

Failed writer Ivana Prute signs a contract to be Billionaire and s*x addict Kyl's mistress and to write his memior, she is desperate for the paycheck but unprepared for the man; controlling and possessive CEO

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?

. No one argues with me. I sit there for a long time. Eventually, footsteps approach again. I do not look up. “Selene,” a voice says. I recognize it. I lift my head slowly. Dorian stands in the doorway. His suit is immaculate. His hair perfectly styled. He looks irritated. Not panicked. Not broken. Late. “You came,” I say. My voice sounds wrong. Hollow. He exhales sharply. “I came as soon as I could.” I look down at Rowen. Then back at Dorian. “You missed it,” I say calmly. He frowns. “Missed what?” I laugh. “Our son,” I say. “You missed our son.” His eyes shift to the bed. To the stillness. To the quiet. Something flickers across his face. Annoyance. Disbelief. Not grief. “Selene,” he says. “What are you talking about.” I stand up slowly, still holding Rowen. “He waited for you,” I say. “He asked for you.” Dorian rubs his temple. “This is not the time for dramatics.” I stare at him. “Say that again,” I say softly. He sighs. “We will arrange the healers again tomorrow. Right now, I have people waiting.” I feel something dangerous rise in my chest. “Tomorrow,” I repeat. “Hmm. Okay.” He steps close r. Looks at Rowen more carefully now. “Why is he not responding,” he asks. I meet his eyes. “Because he is dead,” I say. Dorian freezes. “What,” he says. I take a step toward him. “Say his name,” I tell him. He hesitates. “Rowen.” “Say it again,” I say. “Rowen,” he repeats, irritated now. I lift my chin. “He died asking if he was good enough for you,” I say. “So tell me, Alpha Nightfall.” My voice trembles for the first time. “Was he.”

Serafina Vale didn’t want love anymore, she wanted war and a husband to help her start it. Her ex-fiancé slept with her stepsister and proposed to her on camera, in front of everyone. So yeah—she needed to hit back, fast and publicly. With help from her best friend, Rhea, she was supposed to meet a broke model at a diner. Sweet guy, easy to handle. Just enough to stir drama and ruin the happy couple’s fairytale. But she sat at the wrong table and accidentally proposed to the wrong man. Dorian Everhart was the opposite of harmless. He was cold, unreadable and terrifyingly rich. He absolutely had no business saying yes. But…he did. He married her the same day with no questions asked or rules attached either. She thought she was the one using him. But he didn’t seem to bulge, and now, she’s starting to wonder, who really set this up? Why does her stepsister flinch every time Dorian’s name comes up? and why does he know so much about her family? What the hell does he want from her? And worse….why does a part of her want him to take it?

They made plans to kill Dorian. Roman set him up and made it look like he was planning with rogues against his pack. That being enough excuse, Emily was the one who took his life. As much as Dorian begged and even though Emily felt just an ounce of sympathy for him, she couldn't bring herself to spare him. Memories of how much he had hurt her came rushing to her and she murdered him.