She Said Look Ma No Hands

I, Ginny Tremaine, have a written agreement in my mate contract with Tyler Kingsley, the chairman of the Werewolf Council. As long as I proposed to him 99 times first, he promised to personally show up at the Office of Werewolf Mate Affairs on the 100th time and complete our marking ceremony. However, Tyler doesn't show up on the promised day and instead appears on the main stage of the Silvernight Music Festival with his lover, Vivian Lowe. In the livestream watched by the entire pack, he leans down and kisses her so intimately that it's practically a declaration of ownership. The social media networks instantly erupt with excitement. "#ChairmanOfTheWerewolfCouncilOfficiallyRevealsMate." "Chairman of the Werewolf Council caught kissing his lover and showing PDA." At the same time, I become a trending search for standing in front of the Mate Affairs office for the 100th time. Everyone speculates about the identity of the mystery man who never showed up and wonders if I will try for a 101st proposal. Tyler, likely feeling guilty, promises me the next day, "Next time, I promise I'll be there on time." He arrives in a crisp suit with papers in hand, standing outside the Mate Affairs office. But all he receives is a short message from me, saying, "Alpha Tyler, there won't be a 101st proposal. We're truly over."

« Mademoiselle Lebrun, nous avions suivi vos instructions à la lettre : le corps ‘mort' vous ressemblait en tous points. Nous devions le livrer dans dix jours, directement sur le lieu de votre mariage avec Monsieur Humbert. » Au bout du fil, la voix calme de l'employé procurait enfin un peu de répit à Doriane Lebrun, dont les nerfs étaient à vif depuis des semaines. « Parfait, je vous remercie », répondait-elle. « Tout est en ordre, rassurez-vous. Aucune suspicion n'est possible : l'identification sera indiscutable. » Doriane sentait alors son souffle lui revenir, comme si un poids immense se soulevait. Elle prenait encore quelques minutes pour confirmer les derniers détails de l'opération avant de raccrocher. Puis, recomposant son masque de sérénité, elle franchissait la porte de la loge privée. À l'intérieur, les rires et les conversations s'éteignaient instantanément à son entrée, comme coupés au couteau.

Mabait. Inosente. Mapagmahal. Ganyan inilalarawan si Megan Gonzales, isang dalagang lumaki sa pagitan ng liwanag at dilim. Anak ng isang babaeng bar performer na mas mahal pa ang pag susugal kaysa sariling anak, natutunan ni Megan na ang simpleng pamumuhay ay sapat na—makatapos ng pag-aaral, makakain sa tamang oras, at maipaglaban ang mga taong mahal niya, kahit ang kapalit ay ang sarili niyang kalayaan. Hanggang sa isang gabi, tuluyang naglaho ang natitirang liwanag sa buhay niya. Sa isang underground human auction—isang gabi ng kasinungalingan, kasakiman, at kapangyarihan—ibinenta siya ng kanyang ina kapalit ng pera. Isang murang halaga, isang kahindik-hindik na kataksilan. Ang mga bid ay mabilis na tumataas: lima... sampu... tatlumpung milyon. Hanggang sa isang malamig, mariin, at makapangyarihang tinig ang sumigaw. "Isang daang bilyon. Para sa kanya." Tahimik ang mundo. Tumigil ang lahat. Doon siya unang nasilayan ni Lucien Alcaraz—isang negosyante sa itaas ng mundo, kilala sa yaman, talino, at kawalan ng puso. Ngunit sa gabing iyon, sa ilalim ng mga ilaw ng kasalanan, nakita niya si Megan. Hindi bilang isang produkto... kundi isang bagay na dapat angkinin para sa kaniyang sariling intensyon. Sa pagitan ng kasunduan at lihim na damdamin, matutuklasan ba ni Megan na ang tunay na halaga ng isang tao ay hindi nasusukat sa perang ipinambibili sa kanya? Mararanasan ba niya ang pagmamahal na ipinaglalaban siya? Halina`t subaybayan ang kwento nang ating bida.

Quand Tessa débarque à Paris pour commencer son BTS, elle croit emménager chez Paul, le frère tranquille de sa meilleure amie. Mais en ouvrant la porte, c’est un autre visage qui l’attend : Noah Delcourt. Son premier amour. Son premier connard, aussi. Il l’a humiliée à seize ans, jetée pour une blonde parfaite, et elle ne lui a jamais pardonné. Aujourd’hui, le destin les enferme sous le même toit. Lui, héritier d’un empire hôtelier, arrogant, sûr de lui, persuadé qu’elle n’est “pas son genre”. Elle, étudiante fière, déterminée à décrocher son diplôme coûte que coûte, même si ça veut dire supporter son mépris et ses piques quotidiennes. Mais plus les jours passent, plus la frontière entre rancune et désir se brouille. Car vivre avec son ex… c’est vivre avec la tentation. Et parfois, la haine n’est qu’une autre façon d’aimer.

She wasn’t supposed to exist. And yet… she does. After the death of her adoptive mother—one of the most powerful witches in Sabrah—Aster is cast out of the only family she’s ever known. With nothing but a mysterious trust fund, a secret past, and a promise to become a doctor, she escapes to Santossa City—a glittering metropolis ruled by Lycans and forbidden to vampires. A city where she doesn’t belong. A drunken night shatters her careful plans when she wakes in the bed of Carl Landon—the dangerously magnetic heir to the Lycan Empire. What was meant to be a one-night escape becomes something far more complicated. Carl expected solitude. What he got was her—a stranger whose scent he can't resist, whose presence disrupts his instincts, and whose blood might be tied to a prophecy the Lycans would kill to possess. As their worlds collide, Aster learns the night they shared wasn’t an accident—it was fate. Ancient, powerful, and impossible to deny. But in a world where humans can’t birth supernatural children… Aster shouldn’t even exist. And that makes her the most dangerous secret of all.

Le jour où mon père et son ex sont apparus à un gala et sont devenus un sujet brûlant sur les réseaux, tout le monde se moquait de ma mère. Elle avait sacrifié une brillante carrière pour entrer dans une famille puissante, mais après trente ans, elle n'avait ni statut ni reconnaissance. Elle n'avait même pas le courage de reprocher quoi que ce soit à la maîtresse. Après une crise de larmes, ma mère m'a regardée, épuisée. « C'est lui qui m'a trahie en premier, alors je ne veux plus de lui. » « Rosalie, tu veux partir avec moi ? » C'est à ce moment-là que j'ai reçu un message de mon copain, avec qui j'étais depuis sept ans. « Rosalie, ce n'est qu'un papier à signer. Tu peux rester ma copine, non ? » Je suis restée silencieuse quelques secondes, puis j'ai hoché la tête. Alors, le jour même de leur mariage, ma mère et moi avons disparu dans l'incendie de la villa.

A Note: This is a Sexual Awakening Boy Love Romance which contains raw and explicit content. It contains dominating and submissive romance holding back nothing but would have your toes curling up under your blankets. It isn't softcore, it is intense!!! “Elias Larsson!!” I yelled struggling to free my hands but it was total failure since the ropes were tied down so tightly. “For someone who is feared all over the campus, you are quite an easy prey.” He laughed maniacally, sending shivers down my spine. Crane Xander thinks he’s untouchable, uncontrollable. Uses and changes women after a few nights of fun like his designer jeans until he meets the blonde and sultry Belle. Only that she wasn't who she claimed to be. Elias Larsson, his ex-girlfriend's brother, had waited years to carry out his revenge plan but not your regular type of revenge. He seeks not just to ruin Crane's life, he might change it forever.

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A year ago, my father died in battle with a Rogue. As compensation, Silverania's Alpha King, Lacus Kingston, promises that I can choose my own husband. I don't need to wait for the Moon Goddess to send him my way. In this lifetime, I don't pick Perry Cardell again. Instead, I go for his half-brother, Alaric Kingston. Lacus is surprised. After all, everyone in Silverania knows that Perry and I grew up together—we're practically childhood sweethearts. After he saved me from vultures at the age of six, I followed him everywhere he went. My biggest wish since childhood has been to marry him. I smile bitterly and recall my past life. After Perry and I got married, he refused to be intimate with me. I thought it was because he had an indescribable condition. I helped him cover the truth and even comforted him, telling him it wasn't an issue. However, everything changed when he was gravely injured. As I healed him, I discovered my cousin's name—Shirley Lamos—tattooed on his chest. Only then did I realize he wasn't frigid—he just didn't love me. If that is the case, since I've been given a second chance at life, I'll give them my blessings. But later, when I stand before the Moon Goddess in my wedding gown and with Alaric by my side, Perry suddenly descends into hysteria.

During a company retreat to Colmar, I found out my boyfriend was going to propose at sunset, surrounded by colleagues. Instead, in the golden light, he dropped to one knee with a ring in hand in front of someone else. “Lana, I’m ready to be the father of your child. Will you marry me?” Lana, the woman Mark had loved for ten years, his unforgettable first love. I stared at the two, watching them embrace. Then I quietly turned away, booked myself a trip three days out, and went home for an arranged date. A year later, I ran into him again when I returned to the country. Mark’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my wrist. “Rosie, you’re finally back. Don’t leave me again…”