Rengoku Breathing Style

In a world where power is king and betrayal a currency, Francesca Marino is a woman with a mission. Haunted by the brutal death of her parents, she has spent years honing her skills, waiting for the day she can exact her revenge on those responsible for their murders. Her path leads her straight to Vincenzo Lombardi, a man with bloodstained hands and buried secrets. Drawn into his world in the guise of deceit, Francesca expects a ruthless opponent. What she finds instead is a man who is both captivating and intoxicating. When their worlds collide, passion flares and the thin line between hatred and love is blurred. With truths long buried exposed, Francesca finds herself compelled to face it all—her retribution, her family, and the man whose destruction she had promised upon. With the past breathing down their necks and the future hanging by a thread, will Francesca and Vincenzo weather the storms, or will love be the ultimate casualty of a war written in blood? Power is seductive, betrayal inevitable but love? The deadliest of all the weapons.

So… He was naked. And my back was a little bit sore? I couldn't freak out, I had to stay cool. There was no way he'd touch me, because he swore that he wouldn't… We didn't do anything… Correct, or… “Did we?” I muttered under my breath, breathing slowly yet unsteadily as my chest rose and fell. He scoffed. “Now don't play coy, after all…you were the one begging for it.” He said, as he leaned in... ---------- Erica is being asked by Denise, the daughter of the Elder she worked for as a maid, to sleep with Alpha Rowen, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Lycans Pack, in exchange for her mother's freedom trading her virginity in the process as Alpha Rowen only wanted a virgin mate…and giving Erica to him while under the influence of the drug she had prepared, Denise was sure to take her place on the red stained bedsheet. But the Alpha is not the kind that can be fooled by drugged food and drinks, though he still has to marry Denise for the sake of his reputation, he also goes ahead to make Erica his… But it doesn't end there…now that Denise is poisoned and Erica is accused of attempted murder, what would be the outcome of her fate after her execution? Being reborn in one Natasha's body, Erica is given a second chance to live again…she meets her new mates, the hot Triplet Alphas and is happy to live a new life of love, thinking the moon goddess had blessed her enough… What actually changed was her, and not the world, there was still Denise, and everyone that had betrayed her in her past life… Will she go ahead to live as Natasha? Or would the opposite be the case?

A caged bird. A puppet. A pawn. Penelope Verdant has spent her entire life living and breathing for her family. Married to the most eligible billionaire bachelor, Charles Halstead, for four years, she has found happiness and love in his arms. Until the day of their fourth anniversary. Her illusions of her marriage are shattered when she catches her loving husband and her twin sister in bed together. Feeling betrayed, used and shattered, she wants a divorce. Except, her husband refuses to let her go. Backed into a corner, Penelope seeks help from a man she should never have met. A man so elusive that no one has seen his face. A man called the Devil of Deals. Desperation turns Penelope into a monster burning for revenge. But the desire for vengeance burning in her blood makes her blind to the dangers of dancing with the Devil. He promises vengeance, but she knows he'll ruin her. It was supposed to be simple. He was to help her divorce her husband. But with the devil, nothing is ever simple. Her path from pawn to queen is lined with tribulations from hell. When obsession runs thicker than blood, when gods are reborn, and when retribution is paid in full, she'll be too deep in the devil's bed to care. (Warning: this story contains mature themes including but not limited to: explicit sexual content, unhealthy obsession, forbidden love, body harm, physical and sexual abuse (not between main characters), violence, taboo family dynamics, and profanity. Viewer discretion is adviced. The characters of this story are all equally damaged, flawed, and morally gray. If this sounds like your vibe, dig in. But be careful, lest you fall into the Devil's bed.)

Luke moved then. Fast. Too fast. One second he was across the room, the next he was in front of her, towering over her like a wall of heat and fury. His hands came up, gripping her arms not gently, not cruelly, but with a force that said he was one second from shattering. “You think I don’t fight for you every damn day?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with something raw. “You think I don’t take bullets for you behind the scenes? Every single move I make is to keep you breathing, Abigail. So don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m doing nothing.” Her breath hitched, but the anger didn’t stop burning. “Then say it to her. Say it to their faces instead of hiding behind silence like a coward!” Something snapped in his eyes then something sharp and blazing. And before Abigail could blink, his mouth was on hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a collision hard, punishing, desperate. All the rage, the fear, the need that had been coiling between them exploded like fire. Abigail gasped against him, her hands going up to his chest, meaning to push him away except she didn’t. Just couldn’t. Because the second his tongue slid against hers, the second his body pressed flush against hers, every bone in her body melted. Luke growled low in his throat, a sound that made heat curl deep in her belly. He spun her, slamming her gently but firmly against the wall, his hands framing her face as he devoured her mouth like he’d been starving for years.

“I reject you as my mate!” he thundered, his voice booming across the clearing. Her breathing hitched, her heartbeat increasing, threatening to break through her rib cage.  She could see the cheeky sneer on her step-sister Eve's face; she didn't need anyone to tell her that she was the cause of her agony. “I'll never be bonded to someone who killed my mother!” he roared. In the world of werewolves, loyalty and honor are paramount. But when Nora, the former Luna of Zodak Pack, is rejected by her mate, accused of a crime she didn't commit, and forced to work as a maid in his household. She must rely on her wits and her strength to survive.  Nora's life had been a tangled web of pain and betrayal. But Alpha Alex's hatred for Nora clouded his sense that he didn't notice the true intentions of Ryder, the Alpha of the Stone Moon Pack, who would stop at nothing to claim Nora as his own. As the stakes grow higher, Nora must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets of her past. Will she emerge victorious, or will she succumb to the shadows that haunt her?"

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

Immediately we walked into the pack house, he pulled me by the arm. "Welcome to hell, Darling." I tried to pull away from him, giving him a piece of my mind now that he had no leverage over my head. "Firstly, stop with the pet name-calling. It doesn't go well with your image." He pulled me closer, we were breathing the same air now as he held my eyes in his icy orbs. "My image? And what just might that be?" I responded with a shaky breath. "You know, arrogant, mean, insufferable." He took a deep breath, his head touching mine."Is that all?" His hand wound around the small of my back. His actions sent a pool of wetness between my legs. I knew he could sense my arousal, anyone for miles could. It was turning into an ocean as he pushed me into him. "Rude, ruthless, evil?" I stated breathlessly, nearly giving in to my desire. "Rude? I've been nothing but polite since we met." His lips were inches from mine. My eyes closed subconsciously as I waited for his lips to meet mine. …….. One curse, two mates, and the end of the world

She vanished from her past, became an ex-convict to save the billionaire BlackVale heir, Ethan. But little did she know that Ethan was sleeping with her stepsister, and his plan to marry her was only for his devious reasons. She smartly escaped her shadowy legacy to reclaim her birthright as the trillionaire heiress. Now, Isabella Hartman returns, fierce, unbreakable, and poised to dismantle the empire that betrayed her. Her enemies wouldn’t let her strive and now, there was a new love interest for in her in the same family she was once betrayed. Would she risk her empire to team with this BlackVale blood who swept her off her feet in style? “Hi, I am not Ethan BlackVale, I am Elijah Black.” Some legacies aren’t just inherited, they’re hunted.

"Alpha Harrison wants you to be taken to the wolves of Castmere, so they'll use you for rituals." Zoe said, her breathing tensed. "He says you're too much bad luck." "And the Luna?" I asked, knowing that the Luna always had her way. "Luna Cara wants the hounds to have your meat." ***** Nyx Freeman, an omega in Starweaver pack had always face the worst treatment just because of a perceived claim of her mother being a traitor. Condemned and about to face the worst and most gruesome death, the moon goddess decides to shine her light on her. Caleb, a cold and powerful Alpha bids for her and saves her just in time. But then, Kieran, a dominant and well respected Alpha also comes by instantly claiming her as his mate. Will the new bond between Nyx and Kieran be able to withstand the test of time or the looming war seeking to tear the wolf realm apart?

Brain with beauty that's Roxanne Sanchez. She was broken hearted to her ex-boyfriend, Rex, when she found another woman besides her and caught it on bed, having sex with his woman in his apartment. She promised to herself not to fall in love again. The pain is too much! She change her hair style maging ang kanyang pananamit. She looks like a tomboy na ikinagulat ng kanyang room mate at bestfriend na si Joy. She resigned also from her secretarial job para hindi na makita muli ang mukha ng ex and find a new job. What if her new boss, Richard Cruzvov will start to court her? A stick to one and romantic man. Magagawa pa ba niyang panghawakan ang pangako sa sarili na hindi na magmamahal muli? Malalabanan kaya ng isip niya ang sinasabi ng puso niya? Bibigyan kaya niya ng pagkakataon muli ang puso niya to love again?