Santa Muerte Prayer Card

PLEASE COMMENT AND RATE THE STORY. . . King's p.o.v "Do you take king as your loving wedded husband, in sickness and in heal...... "No I don't" Isabel answered coldly cutting the priests question short. Everyone murmured as my heart beat wildly in fear. "Isabel" I whispered. She faced me seriously then sighed. "I'm sorry king, I just can't marry you, I'm not in love with you" she answered loudly as people gasped. "But my love, you said that you loved me" I said pleadingly. "I lied okay!, I'm in love with someone else!" she screamed as I felt my heart ache in pain. "If there is something I did wrong, please do forgive me, if it's more money you want I can give you, you can have my black card and everything" I begged then lifted my trembling hands and held her's in mine. "That's it!, no how much money I get or how much jewelry you give me, I just can't stay, you are so fucking rich that your wealth will never end easily, thanks for loving me blindly, because of you, I'm now very rich with your money" She answered.

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?

"I'm attracted to you" he smiled seductively. "I don't like you, I only want to f**k you. That sexy gown makes me wanna bury myself in between your thighs" Those were the exact words Charles Monterio said to Hailey Brooklyn. * Washington DC is known to be the richest city in America. The rich dominated the town, if you perhaps find any poor ones there, they were either maids or squatters who live in a poor neighbourhood. Hailey Brooklyn could be found in this category, her parents live in Kelso, the poorest neighbourhood. Hailey is an extremely beautiful lady with a crazy attitude. Yes, she might be poor but that doesn't mean she can be stepped on. She's a jobless lady who engages herself in menial jobs just to make ends meet. During those numerous days, she came across Charles Monterio, A well-known Billionaire in the city. Charles Monterio, a devilishly handsome billionaire. One of the top ten richest billionaires in the country. He's incredibly good-looking and every woman's fantasy. He believes in only three things; Money, Power and S*x. Those three forces drove his world. His first encounter with Hailey got him craving for her sexy body which haunts him daily. Her craziness was definitely out of the world. As much as Charles craved to have Hailey on his bed, she kept running away from him, refusing to be a rich man's prey. What happens when fate decides to play a trick on Hailey? What happens when she finally gets a job which has been her everyday prayer, a secretary to the CEO who's no other than Charles Monterio? What will be Hailey's fate? Will she give in to the job or not? And if she accepts the job, will she give in to the billionaire's desire?

Devlin, while on the run from his grandfather's control, accidentally obtained a necklace without him knowing that in it was a captive fox. After returning, his girlfriend Anthea had a life-threatening accident, he wore that necklace for Anthea, also from that moment, the spirit of the nine-chasing fox entered Anthea's body. That fox's name is Renata, she wakes up with a new identity and lives in a completely different society from five hundred years ago. After the accident Renata came back to life under the name Anthea, she didn't know anything about this girl so when she woke up everyone thought Renata was Anthea and thought Anthea lost her memory due to the accident. Devlin discovers that his girlfriend has betrayed him so he decides to keep Anthea by his side to avenge her, but after a while, he discovers that Anthea has turned into a different person after waking up, all habits and events Her understanding changes but it's strange that he tolerates all these changes even to fall in love with this strange girl in this familiar appearance. He became suspicious and discovered that Anthea was not human, he had accidentally seen Renata's nine fox tails on a full moon night, but he did not panic and threw Renata away. This was the first time Renata had seen someone who saw her true form without seeing her as a monster. The two of them gradually fell in love with each other, but the difference between humans and foxes caused them to go through a lot of hardship and suffering. Renata had never hoped to become a human like this. Where will their love go? Will Renata's sincere prayer move the angels to let her become human and live a normal human life?

I am Loraine Windrug, the most eligible bachelorette on this continent, every man competes for exclusive rights to me, but I only date a handful of hotly singles with whom I share a secret friends-with-benefits relationship, satisfying my freaky side with wild, kinky sex. But I never trade my virginity. And then comes that inescapable moment when I fall hard on that one man who is far beyond my reach. Dordrich Fellogan; a billionaire media mogul, but sadly enough, married, with children. Yet I pursue him, had him deep inside me, but couldn't keep him. His love is not mine. After his wife catches us red-handed in the act, started an embarrassing scene that went viral on social media, I flee from his life. Five years later, when he's left a broken, bankrupt man, I return. I face him as a business partner. I own almost all the shares of his company. His wife abandoned him at the lowest point of his life, his future is now in my hands. I reinstate his media chain, drive him crazy with lust, but keep him out of my bed. When Elena wants him back, he's to decide between Elena and me. But I am true love, desirable, unforgettable and more. And the triumph card is with me…

Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18. ~~~ Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle “Belle” Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she’s about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight. He saves her life… and then claims her as his. He takes her to his secluded cabin deep in the woods, refusing to let her leave until she’s “healed.” But the way his hands linger on her skin, the way he looks at her curves like she’s a meal he needs to taste, Belle starts to realize the wound he really wants to tend to is the one between her thighs. He’s dangerous. He’s dominant. He’s sexy. He’s everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a “hot werewolf boyfriend.” Now she’s trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.

🔥 Dark Sex Confessions 🔥 A sinful collection of taboo, dominant, and dangerously hot stories. Warning: 18+ only. --- “Is this what you wore to distract me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers trailing up my inner thigh beneath the flimsy excuse of a skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into my office dressed like that.” I bit my lip, heart racing. “Maybe I just needed some... extra attention.” His chuckle was dark. Dangerous. Desperate. He pushed everything off his desk with one sweep, pulling me forward so my legs dangled open in front of him. “You’re about to learn your most important lesson,” he said, sinking to his knees between my thighs. “How to beg properly.” His mouth met my soaked panties, tongue pressing through the thin fabric until I gasped, arching against his face. He groaned like a man starved, ripping them aside and licking into me with a hunger that made me cry out. “God, you’re so wet for your professor,” he growled between licks. “Dripping for the man grading your papers.” My fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue lashing me like punishment and reward all at once. My thighs shook, heat building fast and deep. “Come for me, right here, right now,” he ordered. “And then I’m bending you over this desk and fucking every A+ out of that tight little body.” And I did. Exploding on his tongue, moaning his name like a filthy prayer— Knowing this was just the beginning of the most sinful semester of my life.

After five years of ride-or-die love, Meredith Martinez got left at the altar—Alden Ashford bailed mid-ceremony to run after the girl who'd pulled the suicide card, like, 99 times. That was the moment it clicked: she was never gonna melt that ice block he called a heart. So she cut the cord. Ghosted the past. Moved on. What she didn't plan on? A wild, tipsy hookup with the one guy she should've never touched—her brother's sworn enemy, Hayden Harrington. At sunrise, she tried to sneak out. One ankle grab later, she was back in bed with his voice all low and dangerous against her skin, fingers brushing a bite mark on his neck. "Meredith, you hit it and quit it? Left this mark and just gonna dip?" *** Hayden Harrington was basically elite royalty—icy, ruthless, totally off-limits. What nobody knew? He'd been secretly obsessed with his rival's little sister for years. After that night? Dude snapped. Full-blown obsession mode. He even bought out an entire town just to keep her close. His shirt wide open, abs out, arms holding a tipsy Meredith. "Meredith," he breathed, voice low, "wanna touch? Feels really good." She blinked. Speechless. Where'd Mr. Ice King go? He smirked. "That guy's for show. You get the real me."

On my wedding day, my sister was drugged by my fiancé's best friend and viciously assaulted by a group of groomsmen. When she came to, the shame and horror drove her to leap to her death, her broken body crumpling at my feet. Herbert Brady shielded my eyes from the grisly sight, vowing to make things right. But when the truth came out that Lori Reilly was behind it, he smashed my phone to keep me from calling the police. Lori shrugged with mock innocence. "The guys were just messing around. So what if they tore her clothes off? I've been half-naked around them plenty of times. Why was she so fragile?" She slung her arm around Herbert's neck, whining, "I told you not to marry some broke nobody. Poor people have such brittle pride. Look at the mess Mona has made." When I demanded justice, Herbert stayed cool, sliding a Centurion card across the table. "Ten million dollars. Enough to buy your silence? Lori is one of us, part of the city's elite inner circle. Push your luck, and you're making enemies of everyone who runs this town. Come on, it was just a wedding prank gone wrong." I seized the car and snapped it like a twig. Ten million dollars? To buy the life of the Woodard family's cherished heiress?

As an Omega, 17-year-old Sarah is used to being at the bottom of the pecking order, even in her new pack and new high school. But her usually-boring life changes when she turns 18. She expects to shift—and nothing happens.Now, as if being an Omega isn’t bad enough, Sarah is also human. But Sarah, to her surprise, soon finds her mate: in the pack’s handsome and compassionate Alpha. And the lowly Omega finds herself rocketing to the top of her pack’s status as the new Luna. Just as it seems that life is finally going her way, Sarah learns of a terrible betrayal that results in tragic death, exile, and upheaval of what should have been her storybook ending… Or does it?Sarah continues her journey, as she is put to the test with just how many life-shattering changes she can take. Will she live as an outcast? Or as the most respected member of her pack?Sarah joins forces with her trusted and true friend, Ayala. Together, they search for Ayala’s true mate, attempt to unlock her shifter powers, and fend off threats from the deadly Coello. Can they escape his mercenaries, Isaac and Regan? Or will Sarah and Ayala fall prey before they can find their true mates?Ayala, 18, has always been a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. After a whirlwind year, she’s ready to settle into her new life at the Santa Cruz tree house, with Jasper, Isaac, Regan, and the other members of the pack. When she suggests they host a bonfire, Jasper and the rest agree. It seems like a magical night. But when Ayala leans in to kiss Jasper, he backs away. She’s ready to give up on him as her mate when fate forces them into a cross-country road trip together. Soon, they learn they have more in common than they thought. Might he be her true mate after all?