Sanji Legs

After they lost a battle against the vampire king, the werewolves are forced to hide in the human kingdom. A prophecy stated that, a marked alpha will kill the Vampire king, and restore peace back to their kingdom. Preview: Luna's p.o.v: I knew he was following me, so I decided to stop and hear him out. He placed both his hands by my side, pinning me to the wall, his hot breathe fanned my body, and I felt hot all over. I was a little scared, it was just the both of us in the hallway. Oh my mate! He found the right place to brutalize me. "Just kiss me!" Amanda, my wolf mind linked. Unlike me, she was a flirt. After he finished eyeing me, he spoke. "I have such a pretty mate". My cheeks turned red immediately. My legs where feeling like jelly. What is he doing to me? "I don't know why you're running, but I will give you time mate" he said cheekily. Damn his guts. I didn't know where I got the courage from, I spoke back. "What if I reject you?" "You wouldn't" he replied and left me alone to my thoughts. Fu*k! Of all people why does it have to be Crescent, the most popular boy in school. Why was I mated to this fool?

Logan grabbed hold of her hair and yanked it back so she could look up at him. "You got that?" He questioned her while casting a stern gaze into her eyes. "Yes," Stephanie whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. His grip on her hair was so tight. She's a virgin, and this isn't how she had imagined her first night to be, especially with her own stepfather.Logan smacked her face and roared fiercely, "Yes, what?" "Yes, Daddy," Stephenie cried out with teary eyes."Good, now get on your fours, legs spread out for Daddy on the bed", Logan commanded sternly then released his grip on her hair, and she complied. ********* It all started when Stephanie's single mother weds a 49-year-old, single hot daddy. Shortly after the wedding, her mother was killed in an accident, and the 19-year-old virgin Stephanie was forced to take over her mother's place as the bride for the night. But then everything changed for the worse the moment her ex-boyfriend appeared in the picture. He took her virginity, and his father fucked her hard until she became addicted to them and couldn't stop requesting more. "Yes, Daddy. I will always be urs, your submissive, and a bitch for being a bad girl for you daddy." Warning! This book contains steamy scene and real dark scene that is strictly recommended for 18+ only.

Enamored with her professor, freshman college student Alex, couldn't deny the shift in the air when she finally saw the renowned professor Zane Orion in the flesh. This illicit attraction had a history, as she was already familiar with his literary works, him being the object of her fantasies and before being accepted into NYU. Secretly, she had chosen NYU over her hometown of Boston, leaving behind her family and all that was familiar, just to attend his class in New York. Fifteen years, her senior, Zane, was a divorced father and also her professor and mentor. Despite the college's strict rules against student-teacher relationships, their forbidden connection could not be ignored, not in his class and when they were alone in a room. His dark, piercing gaze would make her heart race and her legs tremble, drenched and desperate for his touch, his mouth on her, to teach her more than just in class. Oh. There's something about Alex that snap something within professor Zane, the way his body reacts furiously at the sight of her, his possessive and feral nature about to be exposed, the moment Alex had walked into his class, Professor Zane knew she's going to be more than just his student, he would break down her already well crafted wall the moment he finds himself buried deeply in between her legs.

“You’re mine, this is mine” George grabbed my throat groaning , his grip bruising my neck. “Say it.” Fuck! I loved when he claimed ownership of my body. Pleasure tore through me, sharp and overwhelming. My body clenched around him as I shattered, moaning like his bitch. “I am…yours.” I said,struggling to breathe. “A better man than my son could ever be. Repeat it, as a mantra.” He ordered,I hesitated. My feet were curled up, close to orgasm when he pulled out his fingers and began licking my pearls till my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I had imagined this moment with my husband for more than five years but it never happened but here I was ,leaving my dreams of a dirty happy wife. . ********** Olivia’s life takes a dramatic turn one evening when she finds her husband in bed with her best friend. Torn by the truth,Olivia decides to drown herself in misery but fate had other plans. On the night of the discovery,she meets a stranger and had sex with him only to discover that she had slept with her father in-law. It wasn’t right but What happens when a dangerous affair of satisfaction and revenge blurs the lines between right and wrong? Faced with a daring opportunity for freedom,Olivia finds herself torn between loyalty, Revenge and the deadly risk of forbidden romance.

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights disappeared and the world turned darker. Detroit. Wrong place. Wrong time. Engines roared in the distance when I saw him. A man sitting on a black motorcycle like a shadow carved from danger. Tattoos curled up his neck. His eyes were cold enough to freeze the night. Everyone knew men like him were monsters. But monsters were sometimes the only ones who could save you. I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me.” That single moment would destroy his life. And change mine forever. *******

"You like that?" he whispered, taking my earlobe in his mouth, and my lips parted. My breath came in short bursts, and everything blurred at the feel of his tongue on my index and middle fingers. He began sucking on them while his left hand slipped under my shirt, and a loud moan escaped me. My back arched of its own accord as his fingers began to rub circles around my rock-hard nipples, teasing them and another puddle moistened the already damp surface as my legs took on a life of their own and spread wider. ……. Scarlett Ford was a young woman from a humble background who found herself in the midst of luxury when she was taken in by the wealthy and powerful Sterling family. As she became more entrenched in their glamorous lifestyle, she fell in love with Reed, the eldest son of the family. However, Scarlett's mother, who was a chief maid in the Sterling household, warned her against pursuing the relationship, knowing that the matriarch, Colette de Beauvoir, would never approve of a romance between her son and a maid's daughter. Colette was a powerful woman who firmly believed in the social hierarchy that separated the wealthy from the poor. Despite her mother's warnings, Scarlett was determined to be with Reed and was blind to Colette's prejudices. As Reed took over his father's position as head of the family, the stakes became even higher. Would Scarlett be able to change Colette's narrow-minded views, or would everything fall apart?

"Don't make me spread your legs roughly little one. Keep them open for me, you want this right? Tell me if you want to stop okay?" He asked with his sexy voice as I nodded my reply. ****** Marissa was a true Cinderella story, where her mother died and her father remarried and she had two annoying ugly hearted sisters. Her father was lost in his work. Never care for her, she was no longer daddy's little girl. She finally moved out of the house, out of the toxic environment. And leave her dearest dad behind. She had given up on him, as she was no longer someone he holds dear. She found herself living in a small seaside town to find peace and love and her happy ever after. She was a hopeless romantic, who reads to many romance novels. ****** Nate was mending his broken heart at his brother's beach house. He always loves the little sleepy coastal town. All until one day he met a suicidal young woman. She constantly bothered his mind, with her sexy images over and over again. She was too young for him, she was just barely legal. And she turned out to be a hopeless romantic. He needed to stay away from her. But obviously couldn't, as they constantly wanting each other's company.

I was sold as sex slave by my parents! My mom broke down in tears at this point as she shook her head as she murmured while sobbing. "I'm sorry, my dear... I'm sorry." Her expression looked as if she was truly guilty of me, but her backward steps betrayed her. I shuddered uncontrollably as I watched this unfold before me, desperately shaking my head as I struggled to deny it all. "No, no… I don't want this…" I looked at those men who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes. When I tried to move my thin body and escape from what they were trying to do, the two of them held both of my arms and my legs, trying to stop me from moving, as one of them was already on top of me. One of them sneered as he looked at me with arrogance. "Alpha King has other sex slaves anyway, so there's no harm in us enjoying this bitch first!" Tears broke out of my eyes as I begged them to stop what they were doing. "Stop… no… please don't…" Despite my hoarse voice and I could barely even speak, I pleaded for mercy. I plead that they won't do what they were planning to do. I am saving myself for my future mate. I… I hate this… But what the hell am I supposed to do!

Without warning, Ezra drags me over to his desk in the corner of the study room and shoves me towards it. There, he rips my dress and pulls my arms behind me, tying both my wrists with the torn cloth. It hurts. I shake my head and a strangled sob escapes my lips. “Part your legs, Alayna.” he growls I try to free my hands but this results in him tightening the cloth further. Ezra presses his himself against my back. “Spread. Your. Legs.” *** The black sheep. The unwanted one. The second choice. Those were the names I grew up with. But when my sister mysteriously vanished on her wedding day, I was forced to take on another name, the Luna. “I never loved you. You’re nothing to me but a substitute.” Ezra's words burn in my mind every night as I lay in his bed, letting him ravage and abuse my body. Tears spring to my eyes with every thrust, with every slap, with every bite of his wolf fangs. It was never meant to be like this, I was never meant to be his Luna, I was never meant to be his whore. He was meant to marry my sister, the beautiful, strong and brave she-wolf of our family. Instead, he ended up with a mute omega; me. My name is Alayna Morningstar. And this is my story.

During an ambush, I risked everything to save Matthew, but in doing so, I lost the ability to stand—my legs were permanently damaged. Matthew was devastated. Holding me close, he swore he would love me forever and never betray me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I agreed to marry him. In secret, I sought medical treatment, and after a long, gruelling journey, the day finally came when the doctor told me I could walk again. Overjoyed, I rushed home, eager to share the incredible news with him. However, the moment I pushed open the door, my world collapsed. Matthew was fooling around with his female assistant—right there in our home. On our bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. As things heated up, the woman gazed at him and murmured, "Matt, why don't you just leave that cripple? She can't satisfy you at all." "Don't you love the thrill of sneaking around? It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if I left her." A wave of icy rage surged through me. So that was what our marriage meant to him—nothing more than a twisted game, a joke between him and his mistress. Drained and heartbroken, I turned and walked out. That night, I booked a flight back to my hometown. I was done with this city. Let Matthew live with his regret.