Novel & Cerita School Of Lust Alter Ego

Lisa's cheeks flushed crimson at his playful remark, her gaze darting nervously around the bustling lobby. “Lovebirds, it's not your room,” Sage teased, his voice filled with amusement as he watched the couple's interaction. The comment drew laughter from the group, easing the tension and paving the way for a moment of lighthearted camaraderie amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

She has grace, beauty and she is a talented musician who often play’s piano for guests in their lands. Soon conversation switched to me, and Lewis was probing about me settling down, taking over my destiny as Alpha of Silverwood and having kids. He was expecting his first in the near future which is another reason he want to be back with his mate but for me, I was still keeping my secret and moved the discussion over to the rumours that have been spread about me. “Don’t get me wrong, I have slept with a few women, but I don’t think 9 over 5 years makes me a womaniser”, I stated, “not to mention I have heard things like ruthless, heartless and cruel all mentioned in the same sentence as my na

just as loudly as her hair and makeup. The outfit itself was a study in calculated seduction. A fitted designer skirt, hugging every curve of her toned figure, ended just above the knee, revealing a pair of long, tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. The silk blouse tucked into the skirt was a pale shade of lavender, clinging delicately to her figure and hinting at the swell of her breasts through a strategically placed button undone just enough to be suggestive without being vulgar. The overall effect was a potent mix of youthful innocence and undeniable allure, a stark contrast to my own attire – comfortable jeans and a well-worn t-shirt that felt more like a second skin than a fashion

I gave a sly smile; it was a big turn-on for both of us to act all innocent. “What did I do?” Slowly grinding myself against his erection. I was learning more about myself too. Now that I’ve decided to look at the positive sides of things, I was going to accept that I wasn’t a good girl either. Sleeping in separate rooms from Carlos had just been me trying to overcome my attraction to him, to cower away. I had thought giving in would mean letting him win. How had I forgotten that I could win like this too? Even if I lost, would I count the pleasures he offered as loss? There was no loser. But there was a dominant, and I wanted to be it. To take control.

He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick and messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. RECENTLY ON LUSTBORN: "I'm Professor Ashford. I'll be your substitute Literature teacher today. Professor Ellis is out due to illness." He walked to the board, writing his name in clean sharp strokes: "Professor Vos Ashford" No one noticed Elara's entire b

My whole body still aches. “All we ask from you is simple,” One of the men on my left hand side says. “Pretend to be Kenna Starclaw and do whatever Alpha Evander desires from you.” The one adjacent to him, completes his words. My heart begins to race. I should pretend to be Kenna Starclaw, my husband's mistress, the same lady my husband left me to die for. This is ridiculous.

I’m not sure what they have to use against me since my only claim to fame is being the daughter of Vergelio Ferdinand. So here I stand in front of the cast iron door that leads to the pits of hell, the dwelling of Leonifer himself. I’m about to have sex with a random stranger just so I can stick it to my father and his demented plans. The door flings open, revealing a whole new world that seems more depraved from the world I already experience, but this kind of depravity is one that doesn’t harm or use anyone else unless they want to be a victim.

I may have given in to my dark desires, but I didn't sign up to be his slut, no matter how much my body wanted it. I played his game, and I won. No matter how badly my hands had trembled. No matter how sweaty they are now. I didn’t do this for him. I did it to remind myself who still had control. Now we're back to being assistant and boss, and I'm standing before the vanity mirror in a white robe while his eyes follow me like I'm prey. If there's anything I know about Cassian Cross, it's that he's a sore loser. He will get his revenge, and God help me…my clit throbs at the thought.

“Or stop pretending you’re protecting me.” His eyes darkened. “You think this is a game?” he asked quietly. “You think power is something you can flirt with and walk away from?” “I think,” she said, lifting her chin, “that you’re the one who doesn’t like not being in control.” That did it. Lucian’s composure cracked—just slightly. Enough for her to see the truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. He was afraid of wanting her. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Still no kiss. Still restraint.

"You molested my employee. In my own club." "I'm sorry!" Dom pleaded, slytherin backwards as he caught sight of the wooden stake in Ms. Rose's hands. "You're afraid?" She asked, seeing the scared look in his eyes. She took off the hat she wore to reveal big eyeballs that were coated with mascara, lips that colored deep red in a hard face and sharp Jaws. "Bully's shouldn't be afraid, you know?" "Ms. Rose-" Immediately her name escaped his lips, she dug the wooden stake into his heart, but not too deep but enough to let him feel the pains and not die of the impact.