Rocks D Xebec Son

Au moment où Léa Laurent a fait une fausse couche, Mathis Bernard célébrait le retour de son premier amour. Malgré trois années de dévouement et de présence à ses côtés, il les a réduits à dire qu’elle n’était que la domestique et la cuisinière de la maison. Léa a perdu tout espoir et a décidé de divorcer. Tous les amis du milieu savaient que Léa était connue pour être collante, impossible de s’en débarrasser. « Je parie qu’en une journée, Léa reviendra sagement. » Mathis a répondu : « Un jour ? Trop long, au plus une demi-journée et elle reviendra d’elle-même. » Au moment du divorce, Léa a décidé de ne plus revenir en arrière ; elle s’est lancée dans une nouvelle vie, a repris sa carrière abandonnée et a commencé à rencontrer de nouvelles personnes. Les jours ont passé, et Mathis n’a plus jamais revu Léa à la maison. Mathis a soudain paniqué. Mais lors d’un sommet professionnel, il a enfin vu Léa entourée par une foule. Il s’est précipité vers elle sans hésiter, « Léa, tu n’as pas encore fini de faire la tête ? » Arthur Perrot s’est brusquement interposé devant Léa, l’a repoussé d’une main, dégageant une aura glaciale et intimidante, « Ne touche pas à ta belle-sœur. » Mathis ne l’avait jamais aimée ; mais quand il est tombé amoureux d’elle, elle n’avait déjà plus de place pour lui à ses côtés.

It was a full moon, and my mate, Alpha Ethan, bailed on our son's coming-of-age ceremony rehearsal. All because his Omega mistress, Scarlett, was in heat. Then, during the actual ceremony, our son Caleb was ambushed by a rival pack. By the time I heard the news, Caleb had been shot. He was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. I knelt beside him, completely breaking down, when Ethan's voice, faking an apology, came through the mind link: "Sorry, Scarlett needs me. I'm sure Caleb can handle things. Just make sure Caleb gets some rest early, don't let him run around and mess up tomorrow's celebration." I looked at my son's broken body, my voice trembling, "He won't be running anywhere anymore." "Good," Ethan said, sounding pleased. "Scarlett's bloodline is purer. She's better suited to give the Stone Pack strong heirs. You should understand." I cut the link. After I committed my son's body to the flames, I found the secret ritual to break a mate bond and contacted a wolf I hadn't spoken to in a long, long time: "The protection wards on Stone Pack territory are down. You can make your move."

Si Violet Rodriguez, isang masayahin at madiskarteng dalaga, ay may madilim na nakaraan na pilit niyang kinakalimutan. Nagpasya siyang magtrabaho bilang babysitter, kung saan nakilala niya ang iba't-ibang tao, kabilang na ang bilyonaryong si Black at ang kanyang anak. Sa kanyang pagtatrabaho, hindi lamang ang puso ng bata ang kanyang napaamo, kundi pati na rin ang puso ng ama. Ngunit ang kanyang tahimik na buhay ay muling nagulo nang dahil sa mga taong nag hahabol sa kayamanang meron si black Sa gitna ng mga pagsubok, pagtatangka sa kanyang buhay, at mga lihim na nabubunyag, natagpuan ni Violet ang pag-ibig kay Black. Ngunit ang kanilang relasyon ay hindi naging madali, lalo na nang dumating ang mga taong gustong silang paghiwalayin at gamitin sila para sa kanilang sariling interes. Paano niya ipaglalaban ang pag-ibig at katotohanan kung ang kanyang iniingatang pamilya ay nadamay sa isang brutal na paghihiganti? Makakamit ba niya ang hustisya para sa pamilya, at maabot ang kapayapaan at kaligayahan na matagal na niyang hinahanap?

My blood-bonded vampire mate left me while I was pregnant to be with his "first love" in the human world. When danger struck, he abandoned our son to protect her human child, who was not in any danger. While our son was struggling with lethal UV burns and calling for his father through a high fever, he was celebrating under citywide fireworks with that human boy, who only had a common cold. He even took the life-saving serum I had prepared for our son, just to use it for the boy’s "pre-transformation conditioning." He coldly stated, "Vampires are resilient; he’ll endure it. Human children are too fragile." After four years of raising our son alone, I finally decided to leave. I officially cut our blood ties and moved away with our son. Only then did he find out that his "first love" had been lying to him all along. After learning the truth, the arrogant vampire prince wept and begged for us to come back.

I waited five years for him to love me. But love never came. Instead, she returned, the girl Brandon never stopped loving… and a little boy who looks just like him. A child I should have given him. I married Brandon Langford to save my father’s company. I gave him everything—my loyalty, my heart, my life. And he repaid me by suspending me from work and handing my project to her. Clara, his first love, is back, taking everything I built, everything I thought I owned. I’m done being a placeholder. This time… I’m claiming my life.

"You are like a father to me, I can't marry you." "If you can't, then I guess you prefer to be an orphan if your mother dies." Juliet Jones, was torned in between saving her mother's precious life, and getting into a contract marriage with her father's closest friend, George Watson. And when she was left with no better choice, and the time is ticking faster on her mother, she got married to Mr George, to save her mother's life. But unfortunately, it was too late, and her mother died, after she had already signed a contract agreement with Mr. George.

I thought my life was sorted. I have a sweet fiancé Marcus, a cozy apartment and my wedding Pinterest board on lock. As The classic good girl, I saved myself for marriage, never gave anyone trouble and always made safe choices. That was until I met Marcus’ dad Victor. He is tall, suave and deliciously charming. Everything about him turns me on without trying. Just one handshake and my body lit up like fireworks. I panicked and told myself it was hormones. I avoided him like a plague and even gave Marcus my virginity few months to our wedding but it didn’t work. One girls’ night and one weird-tasting drink, I find myself in his bed begging like I’d lost my mind while he ruins me for his son. Now I dream him every night while Marcus snores beside me like nothing’s changed. He has no idea I’m picturing his father when he touches me and that it’s his dad’s name I’m biting back when I come. I tell myself in the mirror every morning:
“Stop! You’re not this person.” But the second we’re in the same room? My willpower cracks. This isn’t cute at all. It’s messy, embarrassing and terrifying.
 The safest choice feels lonelier every day and the dangerous one feels like I’m finally breathing. What am I to do when the person I’m supposed to marry isn’t the one setting my body on fire and the one who is happens to be the last man I’m allowed to want? How long can I keep this affair hidden from Marcus when the wedding is so close and Victor is determined to have not just my body?

Il y a six ans, sa sœur l'avait piégée alors qu'elle était enceinte et vicieusement abandonnée par son mari.Six ans plus tard, elle avait changé de nom et recommencé une nouvelle vie.Cependant, son ex-mari, qui ne s’était pas soucié d'elle au début, s’était présenté chaque jour devant sa maison pour la harceler.« Mlle Mia, puis-je vous demander quelle est votre relation avec M. Martin ? », la femme a souri, « Je ne le connais pas. »« Mais quelqu'un m’a dit que vous étiez auparavant couple. »Elle a gratté ses cheveux : « Ce n'est qu'une rumeur, je ne suis pas aveugle. »Ce jour-là, dès qu'elle est rentrée chez elle, elle a été coincée contre le mur par un homme.Les trois bébés, deux qui les regardaient et un qui acclamait : « Papa dit que les yeux de maman sont malades et qu'il va les soigner ! »Elle n'a pas pu s'empêcher de crier : « Chérie, s'il te plaît, lâche-moi. »

“Paint me.” She said and immediately he looked up, his pupils dilated and he froze. “W..what.. you.” he stuttered, stumbling over his words despite his bear sized build and rough looks. “Why professor? You said you needed a muse, you didn't say you needed a dressed one.” She muttered, her lips curving into a smirk and then as his eyes raked over her naked body, she began to trace the contours of her shape. Slowly, her hand slid downwards massaging, caressing and working her body and then it finally stopped right between her legs. As she made to speak, the door slammed open and she watched two other hulking figures saunter in, their shoulders trembling. In their eyes, she saw anger, possessiveness and lust that made her both hot and scared at the same time. *** Christiana is in no way what one would call a saint. She was the brattiest and craziest firecracker. So when one of the features of her fantasy makes an appearance, you cannot expect that she would not want to live out her fantasies. Especially when suddenly she has to live in the same house as the man of her fantasies. Christiana had three problems. One, her parents were suddenly involved in an accident, leaving her in both despair and debt. Two, Her father's closest friend suddenly asked her to move in with him. Three, Her father's best friend is in fact none other than the star in her fantasies. As if that's not enough, she also has to tackle two hockey brothers who would do anything to claim her as theirs. Maybe, her problem is more than three. Fuck that, three is the right number. Three hot men who make her body burn like never before. What will Christiana do?

On the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Vicente Buckley, he violated my trust by sleeping with my best friend Kinsley Gilmore, on our bed. Through the camera, my son Jamie Buckley's childish voice sounded. "Kinsley, I'll keep watch at the door. I won't let my mom come in!" As if rewarding him, Kinsley pecked Vicente and suggested, "Your son is great. Don't you think about having another child with Patricia?" Vicente responded by covering her face with a pillow, saying, "The scar on her belly disgusts me."