Sticky Fingers Stand

Prisca, ein verachteter Omega, wird am Paarungstag als fated Mate des mächtigen Alpha Lucas entlarvt – und vor allen zurückgewiesen. Verbannt und allein im gefährlichen Wald kämpft sie ums Überleben, während eine unerwartete Wahrheit in ihr wächst, die alles verändern könnte. Doch als die Vergangenheit sie einholt, beginnt ein Spiel aus Schicksal und Gefahr.

A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

I had been sexually assaulted. Just as I was about to wash away the filth clinging to my body, I saw a flood of scrolling comments: [What insane luck does the female lead have? She just goes to sleep and ends up having sex with a hot guy.] [I just saw the male lead’s eight-pack abs. Damn it, she’s got it so good. Let me take her place for a couple of episodes.] [Hehe, next the female lead is going to run away pregnant. A little baby is about to be born.] [Call the police. Go to someone you trust. Whatever you do, don’t wash away the evidence.] My gaze lingered on the last comment. After a long silence, I reached out and turned off the shower.

„Wer bist du?“ ... Nach einem One-Night-Stand mit einem mysteriösen Mann hat Lilian „Lily“ Grace viele Fragen. Die Dinge nehmen eine Wendung, als sie an ihrem ersten Arbeitstag herausfindet, dass der Mann, mit dem sie geschlafen hat, Alexander Sterling ist, ein milliardenschwerer CEO und ihr neuer Chef, für den sie nun als Sekretärin arbeitet. Zu ihrer Bestürzung muss sie feststellen, dass er sich weder an sie noch an die gemeinsame Nacht erinnert. Als sie entdeckt, dass sie mit seinem Kind schwanger ist, muss sie dies um ihres Jobs willen verheimlichen. Als unbekannte Kräfte beginnen, sie zu verfolgen, wird sie langsam in eine Welt hineingezogen, von der sie nichts weiß und in der an jeder Ecke Wolfsschatten lauern. Von der Entdeckung der Wahrheit über Alexanders Identität bis hin zur Verfolgung durch einen Feind, dessen Motive nur er selbst kennt. Wird sie die Geheimnisse um sich herum lüften können?

"Om, tubuhku yang itu gatal banget, apa Om bisa bantu garukin pakai tongkat Om?" Di bawah meja, putri angkatku muncul dengan bokongnya yang montok itu, lalu duduk di antara pangkal pahaku. Aku sedang mengadakan rapat proyek dengan karyawanku, dan ada sekumpulan orang sedang berdiri di depan mejaku. Bagian bawah tubuhku malah terasa gatal dan mengembang karena sentuhan putri angkatku itu, dan aku tak tahan lagi...

Three years ago, Vincent Harlow slept with a college student. When I found out, I was ready to walk away from the marriage with nothing if it meant I could divorce him. The day we were supposed to finalize the paperwork, Vincent jumped off a high-rise building. Tree branches broke his fall partway down. He survived, but his leg was shattered. Now, he was in a hospital bed and sobbing through apologies, begging me to give him one more chance.

Ephemeral -- A Modern Love Story revolves around a woman named Soleil navigating through the annals of life as it coincides with the concept of love that was taught to her by her Uncle: that love can be written on sticky notes, baked into the burned edges of brownies, or found in the triplet progressions in a jazz song. A story in which she will realize that love goes beyond the scattered pieces of a puzzle or the bruised skin of apples.

Megan Hahn's older brother, Frederick Hahn, has retired from his military career. Rumors have it that he has gotten injured in one of his missions, resulting in him losing his ability to reproduce. Megan can only sigh sadly. "I plan to stay childfree, whereas Frederick has gotten hurt. It seems that my family's legacy will end at my generation." A few days later, I finally get to meet the legendary hunk of a brother Frederick is. Shock overwhelms me immediately. Why does he look exactly like the baby daddy I've slept with a few years ago?

The stepfather's gaze has recently become increasingly spine-chilling, like the sticky tentacles of an octopus clinging to me. Stan Wallace appeared like a hero, saving my life and giving me a sense of security, as if I had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. I relied on Stan Wallace, taking advantage of his sense of justice and kindness, hiding under his not-so-robust wings time and time again, barely surviving.