Novel & Cerita Sandy Cheeks Personality

*Smut* Ariana Blackwood lost everything the night she couldn't shift, her wolf, her family, her future. Dying of cancer with three months to live, she makes a devil's bargain with the cursed Ashford twins: one year of satisfying their insatiable needs in exchange for survival. But when her true nature awakens as a legendary pure-breed Alpha, the wolfless reject becomes the most powerful female in their world. Now she'll reclaim everything stolen from her and break the curse consuming her mates. Her former pack wanted nothing to do with a wolfless girl. They're about to learn what happens when you reject a queen. --------------------- Kade sat back against the headboard, his legs spread, stroking his cock lazily as he watched. Kane guided me onto all fours, positioning me between his brother's thighs. My face was inches from Kade's throbbing length, and I didn't hesitate, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. "Fuck," Kade groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as I swirled my tongue around the tip. He was huge, stretching my lips wide, but I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head. Behind me, Kane shed his clothes, his body a mirror of Kade's, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and a cock just as impressive. He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. Then his tongue was there, lapping at me from behind, long, flat strokes that had me moaning around Kade's cock. Kane ate me out like a starving man, his tongue delving deep, flicking my clit before sucking it into his mouth. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me steady as I rocked back against his face.

Chris Melberg is a normal werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. He decided to go back to the island where his PTSD activated. There his alter personality Nick Melberg, who is a cold hearted person found himself a human mate named Ashley Falls. Ashley is a talkative, clumsy and a girl with common looks. Her parents died in her childhood in an accident. While on the other hand, Chris also found a hybrid mate for himself named Emma Gray. Things get more confused when they find out the disturbing secrets of their past. So, this is "I Am Not Myself". A fight of two people living in the same body.

"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.

Steph finds love, but it’s too good to be true. Having the previous heartache, she is too afraid to move on. But will George wait for her? Steph finds out about her father’s secret identity so is her boyfriend. Her father dies in a mysterious accident. She finds out about her being trained to be an assassin when her memories come back. Due to grief, she turns into a different person full of vengeance, not afraid of death. She wipes everything that stands in her way of revenge. Will her relationship with George work or fail due to her bloodthirsty personality?

Kazal is a dog demi human merchant, a tycoon majoring in general goods and even artifacts and jewels. Despite his modest personality, his skills as a merchant is widely known by people, which turns him into the most renowned merchant in the history of Hazaris continent. Though we are not talking about this Hazaris continent or anything. Merchant Kazal got transferred to earth after fumbling a mysterious gemstone, that of course, turns his life into a complete roller coaster of events in this strange lands called earth. Poor Kazal has to make a decision, to either return to his original world or to, well, be a merchant again maybe?

“I don't want any trouble, Easton.” She breathed. But he only stepped closer, running his fingers on her cheeks slowly as a smirk stretched the side of his mouth, “Well, that's too damn bad because I want to see you in trouble. I want to see you in pain until you're nothing but a shell in a body.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held back a sob, her throat was dry as she asked the question that was burning in her chest, “Do you hate me that much?” Seeing her tears made something in him shift but he quickly recovered. He took a few steps back and tucked his hands in his pockets before finding her gaze again, “That would make me too kind. What I feel for you isn't hate, Scarlet. It's deeper than that, but most importantly, I want to make you pay for ruining my life and taking my brother from me.” ……….. They say opposites attract, and for them, it was love at first sight. But love wasn’t enough to keep them together when fate tore them apart. She left him, convinced it was the only way to protect him. He believed she abandoned him out of cold-heartedness, and love for money. Blaming her for his brother’s tragic accident. For five long years, he’s harbored a fierce bitterness, a desire for revenge so intense it’s reshaped him, hardening his heart to ice. Now she’s back—stronger, wiser, but still haunted by the shadows of their past. And he’s waiting, ready to make her pay for what he believes she stole from him. She takes his anger, thinking it’s because she left, unaware of the deeper wound that fuels his wrath. But what happens when the truth finally comes out?

"Isabella, let my love be the light you run to..." Damon caressed her cheeks, gently staring into her eyes. "Let my passion be the hope you ride on..." With those words of promise, he entered her in one full thrust. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ The love—and undeniably lust—between Damon and Isabella is only the beginning of an incoming war... Damon, a charming alpha with polluted alpha blood, is dazzled at the very sight of his new maid, Isabella. In a haze of the alluring feelings of confusion that spring within him, he orders for her to be settled close to his chambers, a place that would make it easy for her to attend to him—and slip into his bed. With the strange powers streaming through Isabella, she poses an explosive threat to the pack and the entire province—and Damon will never agree to the option of sending her away. Not even if it will cost him all he has labored for...

It was when the officiant took his name Serena knew she was getting married to a replaced groom whom she never met before. "You lied to me! I'm someone else's wife, you…", as soon as Denzel heard her saying it blood rushed to his veins. Squeezing her cheeks he looked into her eyes angrily,"Since the moment we got married you belong to me, you are mine so don't ever say that again if you don't want this night to be our first night!" Denzel Anderson, a cold-blooded mafia. He chose to marry her for his plan but when he was going to let go, he caged her in his own cave. She became his possession, his obsession and the reason for his death but he never intended to let her go even if he was to die.

He slammed her back against the closed door making her grit her teeth as she glared at him. “Camellia,” his voice was dripping with controlled fury yet that endearment rolled off his tongue in a raspy growl. “I don’t like other men touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing her jaw, his fingers firmly pressing into her cheeks as he made her hazel eyes look into his dark greys. “I’m not yours,” she said with gathered-up bravado though his intimidating presence made her feel so timid. He leaned closer as her eyes fell on the camellia flower that was inked on his neck. His hot breath tickled her lips as his intense stare lingered on her lips. “You’re mine, Camellia. Mine!” With a low growl, he crashed his lips on hers. DARK ROMANCE!