The Myth Of Male Power

His gray eyes twinkled with mischief. “Are you scared Vee?” his throaty voice hummed tantalizing sensations down my spine and pooling between my legs. I bite my lower lips an involuntary, harmless act, at least so I thought, until the resulting burning desire in his eyes and the bulge in his cargo pants said otherwise. He wanted me, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that I wanted him too. “I am not scared of you,” my voice came out as an embarrassing whimper. I looked away from the burning desires in his eyes, afraid that it might consume me. Not that it mattered. I was already consumed by him. ______ When Vee McKenna is kidnapped by the Lycan king’s men, she finds herself facing execution for the theft of a mystical pearl stolen by her identical twin sister, Vera McKenna. The handsome but deadly Lycan King, Adonis Greyhound , has just one year to live and when his pearl is stolen by a half blood, he swears vengeance. But when he finds out that she is his mate and the only who can save his life, Adonis devises a plan to make her fall in love with him. But nothing in life ever goes as planned. Would Adonis give up his hate for humans and embrace love? Or would he give up on what could be the best thing in his life all for a game?

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.

MANUSIA SERIGALA, MAFIA, EROTIS 18+ Anastasia dulunya adalah putri kesayangan ayahnya, sampai hari pernikahannya dengan Alpha Damian dari Kawanan Darah Serigala. Pria yang dulu ia sebut sebagai pasangannya, menolaknya di depan umum, mempermalukannya beserta ayahnya, dan mengungkap rahasia kelamnya sebagai seorang nymphomaniac. Di depan semua orang, Damian memilih Cassandra—adik tirinya Anastasia—sebagai calon Luna-nya, menghancurkan hati Anna yang malang. Karena merasa malu, ayahnya mengusir dan mencampakkannya dari rumah, tanpa peduli apa yang akan terjadi pada putrinya. Terluka, Anna berusaha membuat Damian mendengarkan tangis dan pembelaannya, karena ia merasa tak pernah seperti ini. Ia hanya terbangun suatu pagi dan menyadari hasrat terdalamnya untuk disentuh. Ia tidak punya jawaban atas perubahan mendadak itu, sampai ia pergi menemui Damian dan tak sengaja mendengar percakapan antara Damian, Cassandra, dan ibu tirinya, yang membicarakan keterlibatan mereka dalam mengubah Anna menjadi “freak” seperti sekarang. Hancur hati, Anna menangis dan berlari untuk memberitahu ayahnya apa yang ia dengar, namun dikejar oleh para penjaga Damian, yang dikirim setelah Damian mencium aroma tubuhnya. Saat ia pikir ini adalah akhir dari segalanya, seorang pria tampan menyelamatkannya, membuat para penjaga ketakutan hanya dengan satu tatapan. Anna mengira dirinya telah selamat, sampai ia menyadari bahwa penyelamatnya adalah Alpha Diego yang berbahaya—sosok pemimpin kawanan sekaligus Mafia Rahasia di dunia bawah. Anna takut pada pria itu, namun kehilangan kendali saat kondisinya kambuh. Yang bisa ia lakukan hanyalah menatap tubuh Diego dengan air liur menetes, membayangkan dirinya bercinta dengannya di atas tanah yang keras. Tak sanggup melawan penyakit ini, Anastasia melakukan hal yang tak berani dilakukan siapa pun: Menggoda Sang Tuan Besar Alpha.

Liora Morrin seorang mahasiswa jurusan musik yang hobi membaca novel bergenre fantasi, kini berada di tempat yang bagaikan negeri dongeng. Ingatan terakhirnya adalah dia sedang berjalan pulang ke kosnya setelah menyelesaikan kuliah malam. Dia sempat bertemu dengan sosok menyeramkan dan disinilah dia berakhir. Lalu apa-apaan desain kamar yang norak ini? Apa mereka sedang syuting film kerajaan abad pertengahan? Disaat dia belum benar-benar mencerna situasi dengan baik, pintu kamarnya diketuk. seorang lelaki tampan masuk, tidak... bahkan sangat tampan. Jangan-jangan.. dia masuk ke dunia novel seperti jalan cerita novel yang sering dibacanya?

Lune de Sang suit l’histoire d’Elina, une jeune femme qui découvre un jour qu’elle fait partie d’une ancienne lignée de loups-garous. Sa vie prend un tournant lorsqu’elle rencontre Kael, un loup-garou au passé sombre, avec qui elle se retrouve liée par un destin mystérieux. Ensemble, ils doivent affronter une guerre imminente entre les clans de loups-garous, tout en explorant la vérité sur leur héritage commun. Tiraillée entre l’amour naissant et la nécessité de protéger leur monde, Elina et Kael doivent naviguer dans un univers où danger et trahison rôdent à chaque coin de rue. La lune de sang, phénomène rare et puissant, pourrait bien être la clé pour sauver ou détruire leur avenir.

Year XX26 when a plane had gone missing. No one has heard from it since then. Search parties were called off and passengers were declared dead. People tried calling out to them through their phones. They hear it ring but no one answers. Nathalia Trayce's father was on that plane and she's determined to find out where or what exactly happened to him; by going to the place that her father was suppose to go. Hoping to find more clues, she boarded a plane passing through the Pacific Ocean when an unexpected thing happened; their plane crashed and they suddenly found themselves in an underwater land. The Atlantis, where they found out that they were responsible for the missing planes in order to save them from the government. At least, those who posses Atlantean genes - a superior gene that help improve their physical and mental abilities. But why can Nathalie hear the thoughts of sea creatures - an ability that is suppose to be for Byron, who's the said reincarnated demigod? Trained by an Atlantean general named Skyr, and learning that her ex-bestfriend, Trei, was actually one of the Atlantean rebels. Nathalia had to choose which side to take. Or in her case, who to believe.

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.