Rick Rolled Link

Three years after I died, Stella, my wife, decided to divorce me and marry her dying ex. She stormed into my old house like she owned the place, forcing me to sign the divorce agreement. Mom told her the truth—I was already gone. Stella rolled her eyes. "Why's he still pretending? Harvey's dying. I just wanna be there for him. What's so wrong about that? If he won't come out, I'm done paying your medical bills." She thought threatening Mom would shake something loose. But what Stella didn't get? Mom had already stopped treatment. She was just hanging on to watch her crack.

A month before I was set to present my life’s work—the Moonlight Therapy—Marcus, my Alpha and fiancé of five years, asked me to give the entire research project to his old flame, Isabella. I refused. He spent the entire month trying to convince me, insisting he was only fulfilling her dying wish. Then, two weeks before the presentation, a link from a friend arrived. That’s when I discovered Isabella was already promoting my research online as her own. He had never intended to ask for my permission at all. In that instant, I chose to sever our five-year bond. What Marcus didn’t know was that the core research he’d stolen was critically flawed. On the very day Isabella presented that faulty data to the world, I walked through the doors of the Boston Werewolf Medical Institute instead. I never looked back.

"I will forever be your nightmare and you can't run from me, you are my whore!", David whispered into her ears as tears rolled down her cheeks Elena Brooks was tortured, abused, and betrayed by her husband, David Paul, the very man she loved with all her heart. And after she was cast out to die and rot in shame, she crossed paths with a daredevil who was no other person than her husband's top enemy and uncle, Mark Russell. A ruthless man whose wealth commanded respect and fear in the entire city. Will she offer her loyalty to the feared billionaire in exchange for an opportunity to get revenge on her ex-husband and make him suffer?. Or run back to David and beg with tears, to redeem herself and their broken relationship?. Read to find out the intriguing, sad, and heartbreaking paths of this journey.

[Guaranteed good R-18 content | Gore | NO RAPE] "Remove your panties and spread your legs!" Alpha Cyrus Rhaziel commanded her, while settling in the sofa opposite to the bed. His awaiting gaze was fixated over the terrified blonde girl. "Your...your highness?" Danielle, the bought sex slave, couldn't refuse her master. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she exposed her womanhood in front of him to stare. "Play with yourself!" She was stunned over the demand and shakily slipped her hand between thighs. The alpha never touched or pleased her, daily humiliation was her fate now. Her sin? Being Cyrus Rhaziel's mate. How dare a filthy brothel dancer could be the counter of his curse? -*-*-*-*-*- - Completed. - Rushed ending | Abrupt pace. - Last chapter is 70th.

He didn’t believe in love. She didn’t believe in fate. But the contract demanded everything. *** Alpha Carlos rules with power, fear, and desire. When a sacred ritual threatens to strip him of everything unless he claims a human mate before the next full moon, he makes a deal with the devil, one desperate woman. Sarah, drowning in debt, signs a contract: one year of marriage, no questions, no feelings just obedience and pleasure. She never expected her new husband to be a dominant, possessive werewolf and he never expected his heart to betray him. But Sarah isn’t just human. She’s the missing link to a lost bloodline. And when enemies come for her, Carlos will break every rule to protect the woman he was never meant to love.

“Oh daddy… I am going to c*m Daddy... I am going to c*m ” her eyes rolled backward as she felt her orgasm wrecking through her. “Yes, princess! You are going to c*m, but you are going to do that while staring into my eyes, so stare at me while you c*m so hotly on my fingers. Nuella’s eye rolled forward and she bit on her lower lips trying to keep her gaze on him, her nails digging into his arms and her body quivering uncontrollably. “Good girl… Now c*m for Daddy. Grace Daddy’s fingers with your beautiful c*m,” “Argghh… thank you, Daddy.Thank you.” Nuella’s back arched and her toes curled as she came hard on his finger, her body spamming uncontrollably as she tried to remain daddy’s good girl by keeping her eyes on his. “Good girl.. Daddy loves how you c*m.Keep c*mming.” he urged plumping his hands in and out of her pussy, her body quivering underneath him. Devine pulled his fingers out of her pussy, with her eyes holding onto his, he moved his finger to his lips and slowly began to glide on her juice. “So tasty..” He mummed hotly, s*cking hotly on it, while Nuella remained still, her p**sy craving more of his touch. Bad of her to crave the wrongest sin in the world, but he was the one who made her heart leap and her p**sy tingle at mare sight. Mr Devine El Lorenzo was her father's youngest friend and the renowned mafia viper, but her body yerned for his touch. Once, she got a taste of him, now she was back on his bed pleading for another, taking his command and being Daddy’s Good Girl.

“Others may see her as nothing, but to me, she’s more precious than the moon itself.” Ignoring the stunned glances of everyone around, he fixed his gaze on me across the room and strode over with unwavering intent. I felt my heart pound, the same way flowers seem to burst into bloom. Omega Olivia never imagined that a one-night stand would link her to the enigmatic and powerful Alpha, Ryan. Given the stark difference in their social status, she braced herself for the worst—perhaps even the demand for a quiet miscarriage. But instead, Ryan took her home, pulling her into a love story beyond anything she could have dreamed. Yet, as she walks this path of romance, lined with both roses and thorns, will they be able to bridge their worlds, uncover the hidden conspiracies, and find their way to happiness hand-in-hand?

Gripped in a strange curse that is triggered by the full moon, Blanchet’s lover Neyru has started acting strange. When he disappears without a trail, Blanchet pursues him, finding a link between his disappearance and the wolves attacking her village. In the quest to save him from a dark madness, she is met by another boy, whose charm and quick wits beguile her. She realizes a truth greater than her, the village and everything that she has known so far. Meanwhile, this new boy holds a mystery that she has to solve, one that is necessary to save her lover! And when he shows interest in her, things start to become very difficult for her… Choices are presented, and she has to choose…either abandon her lover, give into the charms of this new knight in shining armor, or save her village and abandon both… what will she choose?

“You are my husband?” “Yes, Lena.” “And you made me feel like I was a whore!” Tears rolled down her eyes as the reality donned on her. Helena is forced to sign a marriage agreement by her stepmother, who wants nothing but to throw her out of the house, she signs it regardless but doesn’t know who her husband is, she never cared to look at his pictures or know who he was and after four years she still hasn’t met him because he works in another country, that’s all she knows about him. After four years, she works as a secretary to her mean and arrogant boss. Although she hates it as she works with him but what was shocking was when she finds out her mean boss is her husband.

My Alpha mate Derek secretly inherited his sister-in-law Sarah after his brother's death. On the surface, I was his Luna, but in reality, Sarah was the one who truly held his heart. He praised me as the most exceptional Luna, tasking me with caring for all pack members, yet when Sarah tended to an injured male wolf, his jealousy flared so violently that he bit off the poor wolf's paw. In public, he proclaimed me as his beloved Luna to the entire pack, while keeping Sarah hidden safely in the shadows. When enemy wolves kidnapped me after discovering my identity, I desperately reached out through our mind link, begging for help. His response cut deeper than any physical wound: "Olivia, Sarah is carrying my pup. We'll tell everyone it's my brother's son. I must protect her and the baby without leaving her side for even a moment." "Just endure for a few days. Once Sarah's morning sickness improves, I'll lead all our warriors to rescue you." In the days that followed, I sent countless pleas for help through our link, but received nothing in return. Eventually, our connection shattered completely. For an entire year, those wolves imprisoned and tortured me. They broke my hind legs and ripped out my fangs, stripping me of my wolf's dignity. Derek never came for me. When I finally escaped and stumbled back to our territory, blood-soaked and broken, I discovered my daughter locked in the silver prison where rogue wolves were kept. She was being torn apart as food, her small body covered in wounds. Meanwhile, my mate—my pup's father—was joyfully celebrating the first birthday of his and Sarah's pup, announcing that Sarah's child would become the pack's heir. Tears streaming down my face, I gathered my skeletal little pup in my arms. "It’s OK, sweetie. I'll find you a better dad."