Rainbow Dash Laugh

"You gonna spank me, uncle?" That was it. Surging forward I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. I could easily feel her heart beating steadily against my chest. Clearly she was taking all of this as a joke and I would need to prove to her I meant what I said. "You know," I husked leaning close to her ear. "Spanking you doesn't sound half bad." Letting an amused laugh escape me, I did just that. I smacked her amazing ass and squeezed enjoying the feel of it in my hand. Damn, she was going to make controlling myself hard. Arissa Armondi was born to be the alpha heir of her pack. However, once she discovers she doesn't have a wolf, she becomes nothing more than an omega and her life of promise comes crashing down right before her eyes. Thrown into a life of kill or be killed, she becomes nothing more than a killing machine with a strong desire for blood and a wall of steel against the outside world. Ivan Fredrickson is the war hero alpha with a strong sense of right and wrong. He lives his life by the rules and has no time for love or mates. Therefore, he decides to find an omega to help bear him an heir to one day lead his pack. This desire causes Ivan and Arissa's paths to cross and so begins their love/hate relationship. What will happen when Ivan begins to realize that he and Arissa are mates? Will they be able to move past their demons and grow closer? Read Sold To The Untouchable Alpha to find out!

She stared at him with nothing but emptiness holding in her beautiful grey eyes. "What are you doing here." She mumbled in a blank tone waiting for him to spit out the reason of him showing up. "Amy I-I am sorry I just." His throat contracted in a painful way as he couldn't find the right words to speak further. "It's Amelia. And I already forgave you. Didn't I then why are you here." He shook his head stepping forward which only caused her to step back from him. "Please Amy I want you back. I know what I did was wrong but it was a mistake and." His words cut short with a small laugh that escaped from her lips. An empty painful laugh. "Wrong. You call this wrong. A mistake. Destroying someone's life isn't a mistake Mr. Stone. It's a sin. An unforgivable sin. And a forgiveness to a sin is God's right not mine. This is the last time I am giving you a warning. Stay away from me or I will forced to contact my lawyer." A one wrong accusation turned their lives ups and down. One wrong step snatched everything from him. One wrong decision made the only person who loved him purely hate him the most. Here's the story of a Ex-Wife Amelia Kales. And the broken man Liam Stone. WARNING: IF YOUR LOOKING FOR A TYPICAL DRAMATIC EX WIFE STORY THEN KINDLY THIS STORY ISNT FOR YOU. LASTLY IF YOU WANT A PATHETIC FEMALE LEAD THEN PLEASE EXIT. THANK YOU.

I've gotten into an accident. When my childhood friend, Jason Patel, drops by to visit me, I feel like pulling a prank on him all of a sudden. So, I ask, "Who are you? I've lost my memory." He's left feeling stunned for a moment before he reveals the fake smile that he often wears whenever he pulls pranks on others. "I'm your boyfriend, Jason Patel." My heart begins pounding wildly in my chest. I decide to go along with this little prank. That summer of us playing pretend has to be the happiest time of my life. But when Giselle Ford returns to our lives, Jason immediately clears the air between us. It turns out that he and Giselle have had a crush on each other during their high school days. Unfortunately, they missed the chance to date each other. What am I to them, then? So, I can only grant their wish of wanting to stay together. That's why I laugh and call Jason out for being an idiot because he can't even tell that I faked my memory loss. Unexpectedly, I get into another accident some time later. When I wake up, I ask Jason who he is again. Impatience flickers across his expression. "Don't you feel lame for using the same trick twice?" What he doesn't know is that I've truly lost my memory this time.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

“Roll your fingers into your cunt, fuck your pussy fast, and spill every inch of your juice on my face, cause I want to taste you. Right here and now!” * My best friend’s dad and I hate each other. Or so we thought. It used to be a tug of war for us. He thinks I am a lousy girl who has nothing to worry about, and I think he is a cold man who hides pain and mischief behind that hard-angled face of his. But all of that changed when I bumped into him stroking his cock and moaning my name to the picture I posted on IG to spike my still very obsessed ex. I had many plans for the years, but none included fucking my best friend’s dad during the Christmas celebration she had informed me of. But I did, and every day after that became dangerous, pulling us deeper and deeper into places only cock and cunt could reach. I am just a broken girl. One who saw herself as someone unworthy of love, until I found it in the wrongest of places. I shouldn’t want it. I shouldn’t desire him, but it started as lust and whirled into something dangerous. Now he makes me cum every night and makes me laugh every day, but at what expense do I have to keep us? I have a dream, and it's about two people who shouldn't want each other. 80 forbidden percent and….20 percent Damnation. Hello!!!! And… welcome to Ruins!

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

"I told you, didn't I? I instructed you, Jane. I clearly warned you not to even go towards that area but you had to be adamant..." Allen fumed. "I was just being curious about..." "And do you love the result of your curiosity now?!" He shouted at her and she hid her face away. "I...I am sorry." She apologized meekly. She didn't expect it to end up this way. "I am very disappointed in you." He replied and walked away. ____________ Things took a three-sixty-degree turn for Jane and Alex after she decided to do what she wanted. However, her return from the strange land exposed her secret that she wasn't even aware of and opened the human world to more danger which was unexpected. Different emotions sprung up from different individuals but regardless of their feelings, they needed to find the key to shutting THAT world but it required one thing - a soul. Between Jane and Alex, who would it be? Will love allow fate or will it go against fate to have it rewritten? Don't miss out on this interesting story. There are a lot of twists that will make you smile, laugh, and even gasp. Don't let's forget about the humor too. (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) ~~~~~~~~~ Please endeavor to read Volume 1 so you can understand the concept of Volume 2. Check out my other books too: = The Maniac Son of A Mafia. = The CEOs Rejected Bride = Meeting Mr. Ice Volume 1. They are all completed. Thank you.

Catalina Ramirez has always been the subject of gossip on campus—labeled a playgirl not for what she did, but because of what people think they saw. When her long-distance boyfriend left for the Philippines, rumors flew that she cheated with her boy best friend, Aiden. What no one knew was that Aiden was simply protective of her, always by her side, never crossing the line. But to others, closeness easily looked like something more. With striking blue eyes as calm and deep as the ocean, Catalina doesn’t need to lift a finger to catch anyone’s attention. Her beauty is effortless, her voice captivating. As a member of a rising campus band, she sings with a passion that defies the quiet disapproval of her mother. Who has always tried to pull her away from music. Catalina feels it deep in her bones: her mother is hiding something from her, something about her past, something she’s not ready to confront. Then came Logan Axel Tyndall. At first, Catalina thought it was nothing but a harmless crush, an infatuation she’d get over in a week or two. She tried to laugh it off, but soon found herself stalking him, chasing after the way he walked, talked, and carried the world like he knew more than he let on. Before she knew it, she wasn’t just falling... she was drowning in him. But Logan wasn’t just another boy. He held the missing pieces of a puzzle she never knew she was trying to solve. Through him, secrets begin to unravel. Questions long buried rise to the surface.

I'm the scapegoat who was hired by the rich Shelton family to marry into that family under the guise of repaying them for their benevolence. But my wife, Jenny Shelton, hates me for ruining the wedding meant for her and her first love, Jackson Wembley. She has hordes of treasure under her name, and yet she only gives me five dollars every day to survive. I've starved to the point I'm all skin and bones. Jenny, on the other hand, goes through partners like mad. She even drives while under alcoholic influence in order to make her new boyfriend laugh, which results in her crashing into the generator powering in the hospital and causing my mother's death. Later on, Jenny merely throws me a black card. "Wow, you really have the heart to arrange for your mom to live in that small and rundown hospital, huh? Then again, a money-minded person like you is capable of doing everything in this world. "Take this card and get your mom transferred to a VIP ward. Don't think about stealing from this card; I'll always check the bills." But I just throw the black card away and start preparing for my mom's funeral. What Jenny doesn't know is that Jackson had chosen to flee from the altar and abandon her back then. I was just a tool hired by her family in order to comfort her. Now that my mom is dead and I'm done paying back the debt, it's time for me to leave.

During a family dinner, I, Ingrid Sutherland, bring up divorce. My husband, Samuel Ziegler, lets out a cold laugh in exasperation. "Are you mad just because I peeled a banana for Whitney two days ago? I can't believe you're still throwing a tantrum over that now! She's my sister-in-law. What's wrong if I show her a little bit more care?" He did the same thing in my past life. Ever since his older brother, Charles Ziegler, got seriously hurt, Samuel always put me last and prioritized taking care of the supposedly weaker Whitney Lovette. Whenever I voiced my dissatisfaction, he would criticize me while standing on an irrefutable moral high ground. He would say, "Why can't you be more understanding and cut Whitney some slack?" When it was Whitney's birthday, she proposed going on a skiing trip. But then, an avalanche hit us. Samuel protected her the whole time and led her down the mountain. However, he left me to die in the avalanche. It was then I realized that Whitney was not just his sister-in-law, but also the one he loved. When I remain silent, Samuel chuckles derisively. "You'd better not regret it." It's like he's sure I'm just throwing a tantrum. In one fluid movement, he glides a pen across the bottom of the page, confident and composed. But this time, I'm really giving up on him for good.