Slow Motion Makna Lagu

✧A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE✧ When obsession becomes deadly, love becomes a lethal game. Secrets destroy everything, and in a world of lies, trust is a luxury....... A master of deception with a face that's both terrifying and captivating. Eren Scott ruled his world on his terms until her storm disrupted his silence. She bardge into his life without warning,and took away his peace. She was the distraction he never asked for, the temptation he couldn't resist and the love he never wanted. An oath was an oath and being a member of the mafia required obligations. It didn't matter how charming she was or how close they gradually became; he wasn't going to break his oath for something as meagre as love. But there was one problem - now that she had infiltrated his heart, he couldn't seem to get her out. Ambitious, arrogant and Charming. Elizabeth Rhodes, being born in wealth, was used to getting anything she wanted. Her new obsession turned out to be a devil behind a mask. A forbidden encounter. But she had let herself fall too deep to realize the pending danger. She had fallen in love with a mafia psychopathic killer, and there was no going back. She wanted him. She stalked him like a prey, but in the end she became the hunted. He was a Don, she was just a city girl. Their love was forbidden. Still,he wants her even when betrothed to another. She calls it love, he calls it madness. ***** A/N : If you want the fire ,take it slow and let the story burn.

Mienne à jamais Résumé Comment ne pas se muré dans un silence total si on n'est tout le temps sur le qui vive,quand on vit dans la peur,quand on se fait torturée, battue par différents hommes,quand on n'est complètement détruite,et surtout quand on n'est réduite au silence?C'est le cas de Juliette une jeune adolescente de 17 ans qui était pleine de vie,et heureuse avec ses parents.Mais son calvaire commençait quand la vie lui arrachait ses deux parents et qu'elle s'était retrouvée avec son oncle parternel qui l'a haïssait à un t'elle point qu'il l'a vendit à un riche Américain comme une marchandise. Sept longue années à vivre le martyr la jeune femme était devenue muette volontairement,elle était brisée de l'intérieur,détruite, et n'attendait plus rien de sa misérable vie. Habituée à être maltraitée comme une malpropre elle ne ressentait plus aucune émotion ni aucun sentiment et son voeux le plus cher était que la mort vienne l'a cherché. Elle continuait à supporter les différentes tortures de la part de son geôlier jusqu'au jour où elle fut amené par un mafieux riche au regard d'acier très dangereux, froid,impassible, implacable,plein de pourvoir ,dominant et autoritaire à l'insu de son geôlier. Sans broncher elle acceptait de le suivre sans savoir si il allait l'anéantir encore plus ou l'a sauvé. Quel sera son sort avec ce mafieux ? Allait t'il l'aidé à guérir ou allait t'il l'a finir?

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

Family is everything. Blood is everything. You only live, die and kill for your family." Born and raised in secret, like a ghost who never existed, Lilliana Moretti was brought up to be used as a secret weapon against one of the most ruthless crime families-the Romanos. And when she walked into the devil's lair willingly-pretending to be in love with the second-in-command of the Romano Empire, Dominic Romano-too many buried secrets were unearthed, leaving her shattered. An uphill battle between two crime families unleashed chaos like never before. While two people were out for each other's blood with bleeding hearts, little did they realize their love was more lethal than their hatred for each other. ************************* E X C E R P T - My fingers tangled in her hair as I forced her downward. “I’m not going to kneel before you like you’re some kind of god,” she snarled. The corner of my mouth curved into a slow, dark smile. “No,” I agreed, voice low and steady. “You’re not going to kneel for me.” I leaned in closer, eyes locked on hers. “You’re going to spread your legs for me, Lilliana—because I’m the monster, baby. The real one.”

Five years ago, Cassia was cast out of Blackridge Pack, rejected by her fated mate, stripped of rank, and left to fend for herself in a world that hunts lone wolves. She didn’t beg. She didn’t look back. She ran, with his child growing inside her. Now she’s returned, not with one pup, but two. Twins, cloaked in scent masking spells and secrets, she reenters the territory she swore never to see again. The Alpha who broke her? He’s still ruling with ruthless control. But Cassia isn’t the girl he banished, and Kade isn’t the man she remembers. Their chemistry is still deadly. Their past, unfinished. But this isn’t just a second chance romance. As Cassia tries to protect her children from a pack that would use them, she begins to uncover the truth: only one of the twins is hers. The other? Engineered by the Council. Created from stolen Alpha blood. Designed to destroy or save the future of the shifter world. And Kade may have known all along. Blistering with sexual tension, layered betrayals, and supernatural politics, The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Returns with Twins is a dark, addictive slow burn perfect for fans of morally gray Alphas, secret-baby twists, jealous rivals, and prophecies gone wrong.

She was never meant to be a bride. Let alone his. Mute. Marked. Mistreated. Isla has always been a ghost in her own pack—silent, unseen, and used. But when the spoiled daughter of her Alpha refuses to marry the ruthless Mad Alpha Lucien, she offers Isla as a substitute. Thrown into a deadly game of deception, Isla must pretend to be the bride of Alpha Lucien, and must not be found out as a fake as her life relies on it. But Lucien isn’t the monster the rumors say—he’s something far more dangerous. He’s her mate. And she feels nothing—— which day by day, is making Lucien grow more obsessed with her. He wants answers. And she wants her freedom. Which one would prevail? Love or freedom? And what happens when Lucien finds out that Isla is not just a mute bride, and she’s far far more than what he’ll ever be? Find out in this gripping story. Perfect for people who like slow burns, fated mates and stolen identity.

“You look perfect like this,” one whispered, fingers down my thigh. “I wondered if you really killed her, did you?” Cuffed, wrists above my head, legs bare and open, one ran a flogger over my belly. I arched back, gasping. Another leaned in, breath hot at my neck. The third stood at the edge of the bed, watching me squirm. “We don’t even need to touch you to make you beg.” Then he finally did, he slipped two fingers straight between my legs, slow and deep. “Oh my god,” I moaned, hips bucking. “You’re this wet already?” he growled, curling his fingers inside me. “And we haven’t even started fucking you yet.” The one at my neck licked a trail down to my collarbone. “You killed her. Admit it.” I shook my head, but my body gave me away. My legs were shaking. I was clenching around his fingers like I’d never been touched before. "I didn't do it." I moaned again “Say whose hole this is,” he demanded. “M-mine—” The flogger struck my thigh. “Try again." I looked up, breathless. “Yours. Fuck. It’s yours.” ******** Chloe was sent to Nightshade Academy, the same elite school where her sister allegedly took her own life. To earn her father’s approval and uncover the truth, she had no choice but to go. Now, after another student is found dead, Chloe was the prime suspect due to the circumstances surrounding the death. Tied by an unbreakable bond to the three Alpha triplets sent to catch the killer. Now, Chloe is caught in their dangerous web. Worse? She’s mated to all three who are determined to make her accept to the crime.

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.

'What are you doing?' she asked, wondering why her heart was beating so fast. 'What does it look like?' he asked advancing towards her and finally backing her to the wall. 'I.. I don't know', she stammered. She who feared no one was suddenly very nervous and unsure. Why was he having such an unsettling effect on her? she wondered. Yet her body trembled with excitement. 'But you know you want me badly?' he asked, a slow dangerous smile playing around his lips, belting the desire that darkened his eyes. How did he know that? She thought she had done a great job of hiding it. 'I can smell it all over you', he said huskily as he deliberately moved his hand to her neck to draw her lips closer, while raising both her hands above her head with the other hand. 'Rest assured, I feel exactly the same way', he said, dipping his head and capturing her lips. 'Hmmm', she moaned. That was not the answer she was expecting but it would suffice for now. She had to assuage the hunger ravaging her body, driving her insane. If he really felt the same way she felt, love wasn't too farfetvhed, or was it? ***** Alpha Diana was kniwn as the Masked Alpha, a strong and formidable force to be reckoned with. An ice queen but that was until she started getting some strange mind links from a wolf to his dead mother and those mind links called out to her and she knew she had to help this grieving wolf heal. What she did not bargain for was that she would fall for him... **** He was a broken wolf, a Beta to his parents murderer, betrayed by his first Love. When he met Omega Diana, he felt his guard crumbling...

"You're going to take it, aren't you, little lamb?" Dominic's voice is low, teasing, dark. A hand grips my throat, just enough to make me gasp, make my pulse hammer beneath his fingertips. I whimper as Dominic's fingers slide between my thighs, teasing, parting, finding me already soaked. "Fuck," he groans, rubbing slow, torturous circles over my clit. "She's dripping. You feel that, Ash?" My body trembles, caught between pleasure so intense it borders on pain. "Cum for us, little lamb," Dominic commands. **** Caught between two brothers... One my best friend, the other my deepest desire. Dominic was everything I dreamed of-hot, charming, and completely unattainable. Especially with a girl like Cassie already by his side. Then there was Ashton-my childhood best friend, my safe haven, the one who had always been there. But one reckless dare changed everything. The night I was dared to kiss the Alpha, marks the beginning of my ruin. And just when I thought things couldn't get more complicated, Ashton confessed his feelings for me. Now, I'm trapped between two brothers-one who's always been my heart, and one who might just break it. How do you choose between love and desire when both could destroy you?