Retro Reads Young Adult Mga Nobela at Kwento

An alpha protects them all… At least, a real one does. Twelve years ago friend and fellow alpha, Hunter and Melina Blue, lost their lives when their beta orchestrated a massive coup. Ten years ago Alpha Demetri Black was forced to close his borders to keep the violent rogues that took over at bay. Today, the original members of the Blue Ridge pack are dwindling and fear for their lives. Desperate for an alpha to help them, they dare to cross the border into the territory of a killer, at least that’s what Alpha Black is rumored to be; merciless. It’s only when his son attacks and severely injures the remaining member of Blue Ridge’s warriors that the pack’s trespassing comes to Demetri’s attention as does Damian’s deep hatred for helping the pack that couldn’t help themselves. Will Damian’s attitude change when he discovers the truth behind the Blue Ridge pack? Will Alpha Demetri be the alpha they need? The one who protects them all? Welcome back to the Crimson Dawn pack with the third emotional book in the series. Content warning: This book contains descriptions of mental, physical and sexual abuse that sensitive readers may find disturbing. For adult readers only.

My name is Greyson Langley-just call me Lang. I'm a heavy-metal band player who just back from a concert tour. On my Clofus campus, I reunited with my friends and my beautiful four crushes. Later, I heard about the largest prostitution complex in South East Asia was threatened by being evicted by the government. There, I met a prostitute with a golden voice with a dark past. So, I promised to free her from that despicable valley. Later, I found myself torn between five different women in five irreconcilable lives. The deeper I became involved in their lives, I catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens my life and may shatter my heart. And even my nation's democracy. One day, I found a diary written by my grandfather, which made me enlightened also threatened. Stranded amid love, danger, passion, and violence, I should choose between myself, my lover, or my nation. What I begin in compulsion now becomes my urgent need. Come, read my story ... If you dare! WARNING: This story contains adult, explicit, disturbing, and sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.

THE SWEETEST OF SINS WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY This collection delivers raw, unfiltered erotica, no gentle buildup, non- stop. Expect filthy dirty talk, domination, taboo risks, power exchanges, creampies, threesomes, and lust that consumes everything in its path. These stories plunge straight into forbidden desire where the wrongness only makes the pleasure sharper and the orgasms harder. In THE SWEETEST OF SINS, you'll sink into worlds of irresistible temptation: a college girl awakened by her hot new maid and her stepbrother in a shocking threesome; a nurse breaking her no-doctors rule for a surgeon from her past in a post-surgery office fuck-fest; a Step brother spying on his step sister while he touches himself; and more. From family homes to hospital on-call rooms, secluded cabins to private balconies, every setting cranks the danger and the heat to unbearable levels. No punches pulled. Domination, oral, gangbangs, BDSM, taboo creampies, age gaps, cheating, deep throating, MILF power. If it makes you throb, this collection will ruin you. Hold tight, because once you start, there's no stopping until every filthy page is consumed. Rated: Extremely Adult – No Limits

(Completed)I always knew who I was born to be, but the Goddess had other plans. She deprived me of the one thing I needed to fulfill my duty. I disappointed my pack, I lost the ones I loved, and my purpose was losing its worth.I persevered for years, waiting for the day I could leave my pack. But my plans were thwarted yet again when She fated me as mate to an infamous Alpha. It would’ve been alright had I not known about his dirty little secret.Lost and confused, who would’ve known that I would one day stumble upon something that would undo everything I knew about the past. And because of it, I’d find myself asking about my real identity and destiny.I’m Anna Bella Fiora, future Head Gamma of the White Lake Pack. Well, at least I thought I was.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*This contains both parts:Part I: Broken Hearts and Fragile SoulsPart II: Cures and Soulmates---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE THEMESINTENDED AUDIENCE: MATURE ADULT (18+)(Locked on 12/04/2020)Book Cover Designed By Saii Designs

Blurb: 18+ Explicit Content. Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content Warnings: This collection contains strong adult content, including sex, complicated relationships, cheating, power issues, and very intense emotional moments. If dark or controversial topics make you uncomfortable, this book is not for you. Some desires are better left unspoken. One careless moment can push you past the point of no return. And sometimes those desires get completely out of control. Craving Lust brings you raw, steamy stories filled with forbidden lust. From secret touches with her stepfather’s business partner to an artist painting his obsession, these stories dive into the darkest sides of desire. A housekeeper makes a sinful deal with her ex’s father. Rival writers turn their hate into dirty dares. A priest’s vows are tested by a woman’s confessions. And a woman out for revenge ends up falling for the man she wanted to destroy. This is where your secret cravings come to life. The ones that turn you on and leave you wanting more. Rules get broken. Boundaries disappear. Every touch feels like temptation. Nothing is off limits here.

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** “Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“ “If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my shaft.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** “You belong to me, Kitten.” He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. “I… be…long.. to you, Master…” I’m just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.

In the third year of my eating disorder, my husband, Nikolai Hollowell, is the only person who still insists on making me eat. Even when I vomit until I'm a trembling mess, he will make another dish for me again half an hour later. He coaxes gently yet stubbornly, "Have one more bite of the apple slice, Emi." But the moment I smell the food, I throw up again until I can barely breathe. That night, I make another post on X to ask for help. "How is someone with an eating disorder supposed to keep living?" The top comment says, "Get a boyfriend who's a chef! My darling cooks different dishes for me every single day, all 365 days without repeating once. Even the apple slices he cuts are shaped like cute little bunnies, so I absolutely love eating now." Someone replies enviously, "Wow! Where do you find a man like that?" She answers, "Find one? Good men like that no longer circulate on the market. He is actually married. His wife has had anorexia for three years. She has become only skin and bones. "He says just looking at her kills his appetite, and he does not even want to touch her. Well, I'm nothing like her. I always finish every dish he makes." My breathing catches in my throat. This morning, Nikolai personally made bunny-shaped apple slices for me. My fingertips turn cold as I tap into the woman's profile. Her caption reads, "Wow! If your wife won't eat bunny-shaped apple slices, then I will!" Attached is a photo of a man's long, elegant fingers holding an apple slice up to the woman's mouth. And the one reflected in her starry eyes after zooming in—is a face identical to Nikolai's.

"What is your name, little flame?" The young man asked, crouching down before the stubborn 4 year old. "Miwa... Iretomiwa." She answered with a dazzling smile. "Miwa... Iretomiwa...a beautiful name... what does it mean?" The young man asked tenderly and the little girl grinned. "...that you're in luck... because it means blessing has come to you..." The little girl replied in a childish teasing voice, the young man threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Blessing has come to me?...Miwa... Iretomiwa...my blessing." The young man whispered in a loving tone. **Cover art does not belong to author, all credits go to the original artist**

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

The things we want are so very rarely the things we need. Clifton Heights, a modest Adirondack town, offers many unique attractions. Arcane Delights sells both paperbacks and hard-to-find limited editions. The Skylark Diner serves the best home-cooked meals around, with friendly service and a smile. Every August, Mr. Jingo’s County Fair visits, to the delight of children and adults. In essence, Clifton Heights is the quintessential small American town. Everyone knows everyone else, and everyone is treated like family. It is quiet, simple, and peaceful. But shadows linger here. Flitting in dark corners, from the corner of the eye. If you walk down Main Street after dark, the slight scrape of shoes on asphalt whispers you're not alone, but when you look over your shoulder, no one is there. The moon shines high and bright in the night sky, but instead of throwing light, it only seems to make the shadows lengthen. Children disappear. Teens run away. Hunters get lost in the woods with frightening regularity. Husbands go mad, and wives vanish in the dead of night. And still, when the sun rises in the morning, you are greeted by townspeople with warm waves and friendly smiles, and the shivers pass as everything seems fresh and new... Until night falls once more. Handy's Pawn and Thrift sits several blocks down from Arcane Delights. Like any thrift store, its wares range from the mundane to the bizarre. By daylight, it seems just another slice of small town Americana. But in its window hangs a sign which reads: We Have Things You Need. And when a lonely traveling salesman comes looking for something he desperately wants, after normal visiting hours, after night has fallen, he will face a harsh truth among the shelves of Handy’s Pawn and Thrift: the things we want are rarely the things we need. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing