Priest Artinya

Raja Aleandra, lelaki tampan dengan mempunyai kelebihan memikat hati semua perempuan dengan mudah. Dirinya nyaris dijadikan rebutan bagi kaum hawa, bahkan di seantero kampus pun dia sangat dikenal dengan gelar "Playboy Cap Kaleng Khong Ghuan." Kenapa bisa disebut demikian? Karena wajahnya terlalu pasaran di kalangan perempuan. Raja hampir sudah menjadikan semua perempuan di kampusnya tuk dijadikan pacarnya. Kedua temannya tak habis pikir dengan lelaki itu, pelet apa yang manjur menembus hati mereka semua. Reza juga Hito seringkali meminta mantra yang seringkali dia lafalkan, tapi hanya senyuman yang menjadi jawaban. Namun, kehidupannya seolah berubah ketika hatinya terpikat pada seorang gadis pemilik akun beauty vlogger. Ratu Nandilandri yang dijadikannya sasaran untuk sebuah challenge. Raja bisa mengambil hati gadis mana pun, maka dari itu dirinya begitu yakin akan mendapatkan hati Ratu yang memiliki masa lalu kelam perihal hati. Dia trauma patah hati, itu artinya dia takut untuk memulai jatuh. Hatinya tertutup seolah tak akan dia biarkan lelaki mana pun yang memasuki ruang hatinya. Bukan Raja jika mundur sebelum berperang, dia akan terus berpegang teguh pada niat awalnya sampai mendapatkan apa yang diinginkannya. Dengan segala cara dia lakukan untuk mendapatkan gadis SMA itu. Dengan membuat sebuah challenge mendapatkan hati gadis dengan waktu yang singkat dia mengajak kedua temannya untuk melaksanakan hal bodoh yang dibuatnya. Jika sudah mendapatkan hati gadis yang diincarnya, dia akan membuatnya begitu saja bagai barang yang tidak dibutuhkannya lagi.

In a world where the moon shattered and the strong devoured the weak, Neoma Solstice is nothing. A scentless Null. A ghost. A mistake. Until the day she saves a dying Lycan warrior with a touch, and her secret is revealed: she's Void-Born, the rarest mutation in existence. The same power that makes her invisible makes her invaluable—a living weapon that can cure the incurable Feral Rot plaguing the Lycan Ascendancy. Captured and collared, Neoma is forced to serve as "Tether" to Unit Vanguard: four elite soldiers on the brink of madness. Barzil, the ruthless Commander who sees her as a mission. Wolfy, the cold Tactician who sees her as a puzzle. Viggo, the feral Berserker who sees her as salvation. Guller, the fallen Priest who sees her as redemption. They own her contract. They control her life. They swear she's just a tool. But tools don't make their masters kneel. As Neoma's power grows, so does the threat she poses to the regime that enslaved her. When the prophesied Blood Moon rises, she'll have to choose: remain the Ascendancy's battery, or become the Void that devours them whole. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some in magic. Theirs was forged in desperation—and it might be the only thing strong enough to save a dying world. The Obsidian Covenant is a dark dystopian reverse harem romance featuring a morally gray FMC, four obsessive MLs, found family dynamics, enemies-to-lovers, rejected mate redemption, and a slow-burn that explodes into high heat. Perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince meets Den of Vipers in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. No choosing. No apologies. No mercy.

I've stood before a priest and sworn my vows to the same man seven times. And for the seventh time, I've signed divorce papers in front of the family lawyer. At our first wedding, the youngest Capo of the Throne family held my hand and promised, "From this day forward, my life is yours and yours alone." But whenever his childhood sweetheart stirred up trouble and needed his protection, Carter's vow to me would conveniently become a sanctuary for her. "Tessa's in trouble again, Maeve. For your own safety, we have to get a divorce for now." The first time I was forced to divorce, I threatened him with the honor of our families' alliance, even vowing to expose his betrayal at a family gathering. His men dragged me out of the manor. The third time I signed the papers, I humbled myself, sneaking into the family's private club just to catch a glimpse of him from afar. By the sixth time, I had learned to quietly pack my few belongings in this house of lies, without putting up a fight. My breakdowns and desperate, undignified attempts to save us were only ever met with Carter's reliable promise to remarry me, just before another round of the divorce game he played for Tessa's sake. Until this time. After hearing Tessa was returning to New York from Italy, I didn't wait for Carter to speak. I placed the signed divorce papers in his study myself. Just like always, he casually set a date for our remarriage. But he didn't know that day was the day I would disappear from his world forever.

Griselle Dayoung dan David, hidup di dua dunia yang berbeda. Griselle sebagai pewaris tunggal HANSENG group milik keluaranya. Di sisi lain David seorang pria misterius yang memulai segalanya dari nol. Griselle yang acuh dan bebas bertemu dengan David yang dingin dan selalu menghitung langkah dalam bertindak. "Bukannya tadi aku bertanya apakah tubuhmu baik-baik saja?" Jawab David sambil melirik ke arah Griselle. "Iya, lantas apa hubungannya antara tubuhku baik-baik saja dengan kamu mengantar makan siang ke kantorku?" Tanya Griselle dengan wajah bingung, hatinya merasa sedikit tidak nyaman. "Hari ini, aku sedang bereksperimen dengan menu baru. Karena nggak ada yang menjadi kelinci percobaan, walau dengan berat hati, aku pergi mengantar makanan buatanku ke kantormu. Menurutku setidaknya, di sana ada banyak pegawaimu yang bisa menjadi kelinci percobaan." Jawab David dengan santai. Griselle terdiam saat mendengar perkataan David, saat ini di dalam hatinya timbul keinginan yang sangat besar untuk menarik keras rambut dan menggigit daun telinga pria di depannya ini. Ternyata kebaikan David tadi siang hanya untuk menjadikan dirinya dan pegawainya sebagai kelinci percobaan. Rupanya dia mau membalas dendam, maki Griselle di dalam hati. "Melihat kamu kembali baik-baik saja, aku merasa sedikit tenang, artinya makananku masih layak untuk dimakan." David melanjutkan perkataannya masih dengan nada tenang, tanpa menyadari perubahan di wajah Griselle yang sudah menghitam. Wajah Griselle yang awalnya kelam, tiba-tiba berubah dengan cepat menjadi wajah penuh kelicikan. Perubahan wajah Griselle secepat membalikkan telapak tangan, dengan wajah penuh senyuman manis, dia berkata, "Tetapi aku tetap harus berterima kasih loh."

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

His hand pressed flat against the door before I could pull it open, and the warmth of him behind me made my body go completely still. "You are the mother of my child and you belong to me, and every breath you take on this island exists because I allow it."His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his with a gentleness that made me gulp. "So tell me, my beautiful wife—where exactly do you think you're going?" I had no answer and a knowing smile pulled on his lips. *** Elsie Miller’s simple life unravels the moment she discovers she is pregnant with no memory of how it happened. In a small town where reputation is worth more than truth, her parents choose to erase the scandal the only way they know how—by selling her to a man old enough to be her grandfather. She had accepted her fate and was ready to endure the wedding, but before the vows could be spoken, the church doors burst open and Salvatore Vitale—the most feared Mafia Lord in the underworld, known only as The Saint strode in, put a bullet in her groom’s head without breaking his stride, and told the priest to continue the ceremony. Then his dark eyes found hers across the blood-soaked aisle, and he spoke the words that rewrote her entire future. "I’ve been searching for you. Mother of my child." Taken to Salvatore’s private island, Elsie is thrust into a brutal empire built on blood oaths and ruthless power. Surrounded by those who see her as unworthy and a discarded fiancée who will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Elsie quickly learns that mercy does not exist in Salvatore’s world.

BLURB I stare numbly at the man before me, my eyes already burning with hot, salty tears. “Did I not make it clear that you’re mine?” He growls sharply. “How many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me, Aella? You’re mine. This wedding is going to happen… and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me.” I shut my eyes, finally loosing the battle with my tears as they stream down my cheeks in torrents. I turn to the priests desperately. Right now, he’s my only hope. “Don’t I get a choice, priest? Isn’t my consent needed for this?” Roman takes another step forward and this time, I’m pressed up against his hot, hard chest. “Do not start a war you cannot finish, princess. This marriage is happening. Until death do us part.” ________________ What would you do if you walked into school one day to see your best friend aggressively locking lips with your boyfriend? Aella is the average New York college girl. However, her life takes a dark turn when she arrives at school one day to the horrible sight of her so-called best friend and her boyfriend, Roman, making out at the library. Hurt and betrayed, Aella runs out of the building only to be hit by a car. Waking up from a two year long coma, she finds Roman waiting for her with only one mission in mind……. to make sure she forgives him and takes him back. Because she belongs to him and him alone. Aella tries to refuse him but her parents are indebted to him and there's no escaping his trap. He’s the darkest of all the gods… and her worst nightmare.

"Crawl to Daddy on your hands and knees, little whore. I want to see you beg for this dick before I split you open and breed that dripping cunt." * Daddy's Naughty Pet is a collection for readers who are tired of vanilla bullshit and want stories about people who fuck like their lives depend on it. Five chapters each of the raunchiest, most depraved scenarios that'll make you wet, hard, and wondering what's wrong with you for loving it. The stepmom who "accidentally" walks in on her stepson jerking off and decides to help. The personal assistant who schedules "meetings" that are really just fuck sessions on the conference table. The priest who breaks his vows with a parishioner in the confessional. The doctor who gives very hands-on examinations. The landlord who demands payment in pussy. The mechanic who test-drives more than cars. The massage therapist with wandering hands. The yoga instructor who teaches flexible positions for other reasons. The lifeguard who performs mouth-to-mouth that turns into face-fucking. The uber driver who takes a detour. Every character is controlled by their cravings. The married woman sneaking out to get railed by her ex because her husband's dick doesn't satisfy. The college girl who fucks her entire fraternity in one night. The businessman who keeps a submissive locked in his penthouse. These stories don't have plot—they have positions. No character development—just hole development. No emotional connection—just physical fucking that leaves them sore, sticky, and immediately ready for round two. Expect: Every depraved kink you can imagine and some you didn't know existed. This collection is shameless, filthy, degenerate smut with zero redeeming qualities. And that's exactly why you'll devour every word. Ready! Now flip that page like the good little girl you are.

His hand reached for the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to his face. I whimpered, trying to move away, but he held me firmly. "Listen here, princess. I won't let some pathetic whore ruin my family. So, you'll stay silent and do exactly what I tell you to. Because if you don't, I won't hesitate to fuck you into this bed and leave you alone and broken. Understand?" He growled. ******* When Enzo saw Avelina walking down the aisle instead of his lover, he realized his grandmother had deceived him. Despite his anger, he knew he couldn't change it. He would have to marry her if he wanted to take over the family's business. She had won. As the priest declared them husband and wife, he stared at Avelina, realizing she'd known all along. She'd infiltrated his family for money, a true gold-digger. But she'd married her worst nightmare. Avelina Marquez, once Margaret Salvatore's caregiver, owed her everything. She had removed her from the shackles of poverty and paid off her family's mortgage after her father's death, she forever feels indebted to the older woman. When Margaret's dying wish was for Avelina to marry her grandson, she couldn't refuse, unaware he didn't consent. He vowed revenge, but would she prevail in this unexpected union? "I would make your life a living hell Avelina Marquez. Mark my words." Enzo gritted out as he stormed out of the room.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.