Sinner Sierra Simone

I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed caramel skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life.

“Why do you even care?” “I don't. But perhaps I should thank Sierra for returning the favour.” “I hit you because you were being a jerk.” I snapped. “Anyone ever tell you you've got a sharp mouth? Watch it before it gets you in serious trouble.” Before I could fire back he was already walking off, carrying himself with quiet confidence and calm. But all I saw was an egotistical son of a— 》《》《》《 In a world where college games determine the fate of entire packs and hybrids are shunned from society, Anaya must rise to the challenge to break old rules and customs. As a wolf/witch hybrid, she becomes the first female Lunar strike player her pack has ever had. But the path before her is bumpy. Stuck in a love triangle with her childhood best friend and the soon-to-be Alpha she claims to hate. And faced with opposition even within the team. The plot thickens when the truth about Anaya's heritage begins to surface and it threatens to tear the team apart. She will either break or blossom through it all.

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

Erotica, Dark Romance ___ Left with no other choice, former heiress Carla Dawson must work as a stripper in Velvet Steam. She doesn’t wish to fall lower by selling her body to the highest bidder-until his icy finger slid into the wrong place. Carla wants to feel his fingers roaming her virgin walls, a feeling she always thought was beyond her reach. On the other hand, Don Angelo isn’t ready to satisfy the feisty little fox. At least, not yet. Not until she begs and shows him how much she craves his touch. Only then would he accept this temptress and make her his exclusive pet. How long would Carla survive beside Don Angelo when she needs to choose her words carefully, lest a bullet greet her in the next minute? After all, this mafia Don got his heart broken by another, but she gets to pay the price. When she feels she needs to escape his world, she witnesses something that can never be unseen. Now, her only option is to stay or stay. Carla must remain at his side as an obedient pet, even when her mind screams danger!!! For her sickly brother, she would do anything, including giving up her freedom, just to keep him safe. With a harrowing secret hidden from both of them, what would Don Angelo do when he finds out that his favorite pet is his nemesis? Besides, forgiving her would make him the greatest sinner alive.

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.

Nang mamatay ang kanilang ina noong siya ay siyam na taong gulang pa lang ay nagmistulang ulila si Sierra at tila itinakwil na ng kanyang ama, sinisisi siya nito dahil sa pagkamatay ng kaniyang ina. Kahit na ganoon ang trato sa kanya ng kanyang ama ay walang namuong sama ng loob sa kanyang puso at sa halip ay inisip na totoo ang sinusumbat nito at tinanggap iyon. Sa kagustuhan niyang mabigyan ng kahit kaunting pansin at pagkalinga ng kanyang ama ay sinusunod niya ang lahat ng mga utos nito kahit na labag sa kanyang kalooban. Mas lalong nagpabigat ng kanyang kalooban nang hilingin ng kanyang ama na palitan ang kanyang kapatid at magpanggap na siya si Noemi Sienna sa araw ng kasal nito sa isang bilyonaryong bulag. Hanggang sa kasalan lamang ba magtatapos ang lahat? Ano ang mararamdaman ng lalaking ikakasal kapag nalaman nitong ibang babae pala ang kanyang napakasalan?

Celestia Quinn Vircacel came from a wealthy family. She had an almost perfect life, not until her father's new girlfriend came into their lives. Since then, her life was controlled and she was deprived of freedom.Her father became strict with her, thanks to the influence of his new woman. But that wasn't the worst part. She learned that her father arranged for her to marry someone she didn't know! She would never live her life being controlled like a robot, and she would never marry a man she did not love, let alone a complete stranger! Thus, she decided to run away. Unfortunately, her father learned about this and stopped her. He made a deal that if she would agree to sign the marriage contract, he would allow her to live her life away from their house; otherwise, she stays and lives with her father's controlling girlfriend for life. The proposition was like choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea, but she had to choose one and she chose freedom. Hence, she blindly signed the marriage contract and left the house. She made her way to a place called ‘Punto Sierra’, and there she met Wayde Amadeus; a strikingly gorgeous man who offered his rented house for her to stay in. His kindness urged her to accept his offer; she stayed and planned for the future. But unbeknownst to her... Wayde was actually not the man she thought him to be.

Sierra bit her lip to stop herself from moaning loudly. He is thrusting inside her harder and faster, as if he is branding her from inside out. "Haa" she muffled her cries of release by biting her cheek Hard. After all, the other room is where Xavier's fiance is getting ready, the man who just released his cum inside her body. Meticulously Xavier adjusted their clothes before kissing her on her lips. "Please let me go" she pleaded with him. He is about to go and attend his own engagement party with another woman in a matter of minutes. Xavier's eyes turned as dark as the abyss of hell. "Don't even think about it darling. You started this, I will decide when to stop this, if at all we ever did. Don't forget that you are mine Sierra. Now be a good girl and come and attend my engagement party" with that said, he left. What would happen if a man who doesn't believe in emotions like love meets a girl who is craving for affection and love? Can he give her what she craves before it's too late? And the said man is her best friends uncle, who is as mysterious as they come.

I'd been "married" to Zachary for two years—until I tried applying for a loan and the bank's system flagged someone else as his legal wife. Our wedding? Just a private show. The real marriage license had his name next to hers. So yeah. I wasn't the wife. I was the other woman. Crushed, I went home—only to hear Zachary talking to his friend, Ethan, by the door. "Man, watching you stress is exhausting," Ethan said. "You clearly love Sierra. So why marry Cathryn?" Zachary looked torn. "At first, she was just a stand-in. But when she left, I couldn't stop thinking about her. So I brought her back—as my assistant." He paused, then muttered, "I can't live without Sierra. But I can't let go of Cathryn either. So I gave Sierra my love in public and kept Cathryn hidden with the title. That's fair, right?" I stood frozen, heart splitting open. He loved us both. Me—his childhood sweetheart. Her—the hidden wife. I thought I was the one. Turns out, I was just the game. He didn't break my heart. He shattered my whole world. But I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I walked away. And started planning two things.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.