Talking Tom Characters

Lo primero que hice al regresar a la gala para elegir esposa fue intercambiar en secreto mi tarjeta numerada de candidata por la de mi hermana adoptiva. Cuando Fernando Romero tomó el ramo con el número de Lucía Benítez, se le desbordó la alegría en los ojos. Le sostuvo la mano y, solemne, le juró una vida entera. —Lucía, serás la única mujer de mi vida. Luego se volvió hacia mí y, de golpe, se le heló la mirada. —Siempre te vi como a una hermana. No intentes ocupar el lugar de Lucía. Aquel aviso frío me atravesó el pecho. Las habladurías me devoraron otra vez, igual que en mi vida pasada. Todos se burlaban de mí, la “arrastrada” de Fernando. Diez años detrás de él con el corazón en la mano… y el hombre terminó enamorado de la supuesta heredera, mi hermana adoptiva.

I dislike vampires because they killed my parents. I called them with different kinds of names… monster, scoundrel, devil and creatures that deserved to be in hell. Nevertheless, I didn’t foresaw myself falling for a vampire- a creature’s ancestor who was the reason behind my loved one’s death. "Listen to me, woman," he muttered in terror. "You should stand now and clean my room to pay for your debt and as a sign of respect to your master. Now that you're in my possession, all you need to do is follow what I say, never oppose me, and refrain from digging or talking back until I say so. Did your tiny, little brain get it?" I told myself I’d kill him, but those dreams I awaited to execute began slipping off my mind as the anger I had to their origin turned to a poisonous love which shouldn’t have existed. All of these started the moment he uttered the words, “Mine…”

"Let go of your inhibitions. Push your boundaries. Explore your limitations. Take my hand, say yes, and be mine forever!" My name is Annalise Walsh, I live in Los Angeles and I’m working as an advertising executive (an AE) for “S&W Advertising”, a small but fierce agency. My goal right now is to put my hands on a very important account. I’m talking about “HL Sportswear” a new branch of “Hamilton Inc.”, a company that belongs to the sexiest man alive, Lance Hamilton. My name is Lance Hamilton and I’m the youngest CEO in the States. I’m heir to billions and a billionaire in my own right. I’m quite ambitious and I’m constantly trying to expand my business towards new horizons. “HL Sportswear” needs to be presented to the world and for that, I need the best AE in the city: the intelligent and gorgeous Annalise Walsh. Working for Lance isn't going to be easy for Annalise, but is going to be extremely interesting. That's for sure!

Celeste San Pedro, a typical senior-high school student of Hirokoshi High tends to live a normal life in Tokyo City, Japan with his older brother. Her life as a student was quite okay until she started to experience weird dreams with voices calling her in an unfamiliar name. She knew that the school library she used to visit every afternoon has something to do with this paranoia. And that she came across with an old and antique book which soon became a portal to an unexisting world. She lost herself in the city and woke up as a new being living in an old town of Gokayama. Growing with strange romantic feelings for each of the four main book characters, she almost forgot that she has her own real life too outside the book. Will she be able to return or will be forever miss her home?

Blurb: Trigger Warnings: This novel has explicit gay sex, lesbian sex, BDSM using whips, chains, and domination, trans characters fucking, and fucking with paranormal creatures such as vampires blowing and werewolves knotting in asses. This is a collection of dirty sex tales. Cocks harden and pussies get wet. Tops pin bottoms and fuck them hard. Mistresses in leather whip bodies with whips until they beg to cum. Gay dudes lick asses in the locker room. Lesbians play with pussies against each other and use strap-ons until they come. Trans people use toys and tongues on all their holes. No limits—straight-up smut to make you hot. Author's Note: For those who can't jerk off to porno but need books to imagine the sex scenes in order properly—use these stories for your dirtiest thinking. Not for those under 18.

Our daughter was diagnosed with a genetic illness. To save her, my husband founded a charity in her name. To raise the funds, he pushed himself to the brink—working three hundred days straight, surviving on three hours of sleep a night. His relentless drive moved countless people. The media hailed him as "Father of the Year." Everyone congratulated me on having such a devoted partner. Then came the day he rallied the entire nation, securing pledges for millions in donations to fund our daughter's cure. At the gala, with over ten million dollars moments from being transferred, I suddenly hit the pause button. "And now, we'll take a brief intermission for a signing," I announced. The room erupted. They shouted at me, called me selfish, a monster. My husband stared at me, utterly stunned. "Have you lost your mind? Children around the world are waiting on this money to survive! What in God's name are you talking about?" I lifted my gaze to meet his. "A divorce agreement."

“You’re getting engaged tomorrow.” My father said blandly as if he was talking about the weather. But that wasn't my problem. The problem is I’ve only met the girl once… and I don’t even like girls. No one knows I’m gay. Not even my father. So, the night before the big party, I did something stupid. I went to a bar. I got drunk. And I kissed a stranger. He was hot and dangerous in the best way. We had a one night stand. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. Until the next day... when he walked into my engagement party. My fiancée turned to me and smiled. “Meet my brother.” I looked at him, frozen. And then he said, with a smirk— “Nice to meet you.” My heart dropped. This wasn’t just a one-night mistake anymore. Now, it’s the beginning of something dangerous... and maybe something real. Something I wanted.

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.

My wedding to Don Lorenzo Corsica was always 'almost.' Five years engaged. Thirty-two weddings. Every single one crashed and burned. Then came number thirty-three. Halfway through, the chapel wall caved in. I landed in the ICU. Skull fracture. Major concussion. A dozen critical alerts. Two months stuck between life and death. Then I clawed my way back. On discharge day, I caught him talking to his right-hand guy. "Don, if you're really into that scholarship girl, just dump Ms. Mortoro," the guy said. "Corsicas can kill gossip. No need for staged accidents... She nearly died." Lorenzo went quiet. Then finally, "I owed her parents. They died for me. Marrying her was the only way to repay that. But I love Sofia. She's the one I want." I looked down at my stitched-up body and cried without a sound. So it wasn't fate that wrecked me. It was him. If he couldn't choose, I'd do it for him.

Mi hermana menor, Sophie Sawyer, quedó embarazada antes del matrimonio, dio a luz a un niño en una pequeña clínica y luego desapareció. El doctor usó la dirección que ella dejó para encontrar a mi familia y me entregó al niño. Mis padres se arrodillaron y me suplicaron que lo criara, y así fue como yo, una mujer soltera, luché por salir adelante cargando a un niño. Cuando finalmente logré criarlo, Sophie regresó, parada junto a un jefe importante, cubierto de oro. Ella tomó a su hijo y lloró, acusándome de estar celosa de ella, de robarle a su hijo y de separarlos. Mi sobrino cortó lazos conmigo sin dudarlo, eligiéndola a ella por encima de mí. Mis padres me echaron de la casa. Los vecinos me condenaron. Desesperada, salté a mi muerte. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba de regreso en el día en que Sophie dio a luz.