Ronny Kobo Dress Sale

After setting a date with my online boyfriend to meet in person on New Year's Eve, I prepare a dress that will drive him mad. I also prepare a gift for him. To my surprise, he brings his twin brother with him. That's not all—he's only reserved one hotel room. I laugh when I see the identical faces before me.

Mientras estaba en la escuela, Hillary Futon fue retada por sus amigas a besar a su enamorado de la infancia, Nathan Trent. Él es el chico más lindo de la escuela y se rumorea que es el único heredero del grupo de empresas Trent.Ella se mantuvo alejada de ello porque todos saben cuánto odia Nathan estar con una mujer. Pero en el día de su graduación, decide aceptar el desafío y hacerlo solo por diversión.Nunca supo que su vida cambiaría después de ese beso...Nathan Trent es el único hijo de Simon Trent y heredero del imperio Trent. Es tan guapo y de carácter frío, sin embargo, cada chica desea ser su novia, pero él no puede acercarse a ninguna mujer porque se irrita con su presencia.Su posición como heredero es disputada por los ancianos de la casa Trent, ya que nunca se le ha visto con una mujer, por lo que todos asumen que es gay y los ancianos nunca aprobarían que un hombre gay dirija los negocios familiares.Nathan nunca sale con nadie y nunca se compromete con una mujer, pero cuando recibió un beso de Hillary, supo que la quería solo para él.

There's a girl who named Inabelle Kaye Arnandez. she's has the beauty that everyone could ask for, But she's just a poor one. In order save her sister from death,she need to sale herself. She's sleeped with the man named Zarko Lein Draxler. ——— THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.

Antonette met Lucas noong gabi ng eighteenth birthday niya at mula noon, hindi na siya naka-recover. Ninong niya ito sa binyag, pero hindi na 'yon ang tumatak sa isip niya. The way he looked at her that night. The way he smiled, like he saw something she didn’t even know she had. Pati ‘yung pagkakasabi niya na ang ganda niya sa suot niyang dress, tumatak sa utak niya. His deep voice. His body under that sleek black suit. Lahat ng ‘yon, hindi niya makalimutan kahit limang taon na ang lumipas. Matagal siyang nagkunwaring okay lang. She tried to forget. Pero sa bawat saglit na naaalala niya si Lucas, may apoy na nabubuhay sa loob niya. She wanted him. Badly. Lagi niya itong napapanaginipan, hinahawakan siya nito sa paraan na hindi niya kailanman aaminin sa iba. Pero panaginip lang lahat. At bawat paggising niya ay punong-puno siya ng frustration. Then dumating ang chance. Umalis ang parents niya for a six-month business trip at sa bahay ni Lucas siya pansamantalang tumira. Her Ninong. The man she had no right to want but couldn’t stop thinking about. This time ay hindi na siya uurong. She was going to seduce Lucas. Kahit gaano pa kamali iyon. Kahit may kapalit. And she won’t stop until her Ninong is hers.

They buried her with lies... They mourned her with guilt... But Alira was never truly gone. When Alira discovers the affair between her sister and her husband,the man she once built her entire world around..confrontation turns to tragedy. Her life is stolen in a single, cruel moment but fate gives her what death denied: a second chance. Reborn in the past, before she ever said yes to his proposal, before she gave him her loyalty, her love... her power, Alira is no longer the devoted wife... She's the architect of vengeance. With every calculated step, she weaves a web of betrayal, seduction, and secrets. This time, she'll wear the dress not of a bride, but of a widow-to-be. And when the final match is lit, no one will be safe from the fire she’s come to unleash. In the ashes of the life they stole, she will build a funeral of flames.

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

“You can only marry this guy over here if you wish to dance in his blood, Gigi.” he presents me with an ultimatum and I know what he is skilled at. My stepbrother has a twin brother who is Satan in disguise. “I promise to turn this white dress of yours into something red. Perhaps his blood will do, what do you think?” I gasp, hating the idea that he is putting in my mind and I yell at him. “You are nothing but a narcissist!” His evil chuckle is causing pain to my ears. “Oh, honey, no. I don’t suffer from narcissism, I enjoy it.”

Isabella Moretti was born into power, wealth, and expectation. As the precious heiress of an empire, her life has never been her own. So when her family demands she marry cold, commanding billionaire Sebastian Blackwell to seal a lucrative alliance, she obeys—because that’s what a Moretti does. But on the night of the wedding, behind the locked doors of their lavish suite, Sebastian is not what she expected. His touch is possessive, his gaze unreadable—but beneath the ice, there’s heat. He makes her feel something she shouldn’t. And when their bodies collide, it isn’t duty—it’s desire and longing. Still, her heart doesn’t belong to him yet. It belongs to Luca Rossi—the boy her family cast out, the man she was forbidden to love. Wracked with guilt and confusion, Isabella flees before dawn, still in her wedding dress, and finds her way back to Luca. Their reunion is messy, breathless, and full of longing. One night. One mistake. One more secret. Days later, Isabella’s world tilts again: she’s pregnant. And she has no idea whose child it is. Now, torn between a man she never meant to want and fall in love with and the man she never stopped loving, Isabella must navigate a storm of lies, legacy, and longing. Sebastian won’t let her go. Luca won’t give her up. And the child growing inside her may belong to either. One heiress. Two nights. One impossible choice.

“Come here.” “Me?” “Yes. You,” he growled, his pupils glinting in the dark like some kind of fallen, battle-worn angel. I approached him slowly, my dress frayed at the ends where I’d torn a piece off to tie his wounds. The slit of my dress crept higher, and I felt his heated gaze lick the exposed skin. He pushed a metal tray into my arms. “Take the bullets out.” ••••• I went from craving vengeance… to craving my enemy. Mentally undressing the man I should’ve used that tray to finish off. ***** Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son. Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic. Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat. She was raised to be untouchable. He was born to conquer. And in the space between vengeance and desire, someone is going to lose control.