Territorial Table And Tavern

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between.

Asha has had a rough go of life, seemingly always ending up in situations that are the opposite of her namesake. She breaks up with her ex a few months prior to halloween and the day of the dead and takes a vow of celibacy that, little does she know, a dead ex has used to bargain his way out of hell. He didn’t come back to become her angel, just emerged from the shadows to drink her light and hopefully turn out her halo. She prays for a guardian angel to hold her through these difficult times but her gift is a territorial demon.

นักดับเพลิงหญิงที่ผันตัวมาเป็นเจ้าของร้านอาหารแบบ Farm to Table ที่ลงมือทำเองทุกอย่างในโลกยุคปัจจุบัน จู่ๆ ก็ตื่นขึ้นมาพบว่าตัวเองกลายเป็นตัวประกอบหญิงในนิยายที่อ่านไปได้จนเกือบจบเรื่อง เธอกลายมาเป็นตัวละครที่ควรจะตายไปตั้งแต่บทแรก ‘เสิ่นลี่อิง’ คุณหนูที่ตายระหว่างเดินทางไปแต่งงานกับหนิงอ๋อง เจ้าของฉายาเทพสงครามแห่งแคว้นตู้ตัวร้ายของเรื่อง ทีแรกเธอต้องการจะใช้ชีวิตอย่างสงบสุขกลืนหายไปในเมืองเล็กๆ ที่ห่างไกลจากเมืองหลวงนี้ แต่เรื่องราวกลับไม่ง่ายเช่นนั้น เพราะเจ้าลูกชายในวัยเกือบสามหนาวของตัวร้ายดันมาสลบอยู่หลังบ้านเธอซะได้ เด็กคนนี้เป็นตัวแปรสำคัญที่ทำให้ตัวร้ายถลำลึก หากปล่อยไปให้อาจารย์ของพระเอกมาเจอและนำไปเลี้ยงดู แผนอันแยบยลที่บีบให้พ่อลูกต้องฆ่ากันจำต้องเกิดขึ้น เมื่อหนิงอ๋องได้รู้ว่าศัตรูที่ตนสังหารคือบุตรชายเพียงคนเดียว เมื่อนั้นสงครามที่ยาวนานก็ไม่อาจหลีกเลี่ยงได้ จากเทพสงครามที่น่ายำเกรงกลับกลายเป็นทรราชผู้ถูกเกลียดชัง ไม่ได้การล่ะ ถ้าสงครามเกิดขึ้นต่อให้เธอหลบไปอยู่ไกลปืนเที่ยงเพียงไหนก็คงไม่อาจรอดพ้นความเลวร้ายของสงครามได้ แม้จะยังไม่ได้กราบไหว้ฟ้าดินก็ขอทำหน้าที่แม่เลี้ยงเฉพาะกิจปกป้องดูแลเด็กคนนี้จนกว่าจะถึงเวลาที่สมควร

I spent eight years helping my fiancé Kieran, a ordinary warrior, win the Alpha position of Shadowmoon Pack. But just after he became the Alpha.， he announced to the entire pack that his Omega secretary, Ivy, had contributed the most to the pack's territorial expansion. Ivy posted a video of me hugging other Alphas at the hotel entrance., accusing me of being a slut and not being worthy of being Luna. Kieran announced that I would be expelled from the pack. They didn't know that I was the daughter of the Alpha King, and the man I hugged was my biological father. When I really left, the powerful Alpha and the entire pack knelt down and begged for my forgiveness.

My Alpha mate has canceled our carefully planned honeymoon trips fourteen times for his Omega secretary. The first time, because of the secretary's phone call about "lost territorial maps," he didn't hesitate to abandon me at a strange Nordic airport. The second time, because of the secretary's plea for help, he drove back alone to the pack's core territory, leaving me alone in the dangerous hunting grounds. For four years, I carefully planned fourteen honeymoon trips, but each time my mate would abandon me to choose to accompany his Omega secretary. Finally, I stopped insisting and decided to give up this mating relationship that was never firmly chosen. But when I joined the Alpha Council's secret research project and decided to leave forever, he cried and searched the whole world for me.

Lola Ezperanza, known as Ms. ER, grew up alongside a determined man with clear ambitions for territorial expansion. Despite their shared history, Ms. ER understands that love and marriage are secondary to his goals. She bluntly tells Kara that her worth is tied to his ambitions, and if she doesn't fit into his plans, she will be discarded. Ms. ER stresses that even pregnancy won't shield Kara from his ruthless decisions, underscoring the harsh reality of their social hierarchy. As Ms. ER's words strike Kara deeply, she realizes that her hopes of keeping the child and staying with Marlo are in vain. Ms. ER's calculated emotional attack is designed to make Kara relinquish any illusions about a future with Marlo, demonstrating that sometimes emotional cruelty is more effective than physical harm.

“Please…please…don’t….” My breathing heavy and loud, were I aggressively gripped on the table not wanting to let go. He was fucking inserting it, and hitting it in the right spot, I fucking enjoyed it when he fuck me in this position, bent fully on the table with him banging me from behind. “You fucking girl.” He slapped hard on my ass that it immediately had my pussy convulsing with squirt. None stop he was ruining me from that angle whereas I was trying to hush down my voice, after all we were in his office. How scandalous would it be if someone should find us like this, me half naked with my professors pants dropped to the ground, were his dick was connected to my pussy from behind. “Ahhh….Mr Grey” I choked on the moan, Christian had his hand on my neck pressing me harder on the table, I couldn’t even breathe with the amount of pleasure he was bloating me with. Yeah, I was fucking my professor, an aspiring nun was committing such a brutal sin in her professors office. He turned me into this sex animal who was at his beg and call. Did I enjoy it? Yeah I fucking loved it but it was soon going to get me ruined, sooner then I expected.

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

A story where a maid fantasizes about her boss. Comes to work but can’t focus and sees only him. Then she gives him a hint on what she wants with a note on his table .then the whole scenario just excalates

I finally recovered my sight. Just as I was about to tell my parents about it, a slip of paper on the table caught my attention. "Don't tell your parents you've recovered your sight."