The Turkish Lover Audiobook Completo Novels & Stories

my father's voice suddenly booms throughout the room. Dammit. Of course, they just had to show up when I was having my panic attack and screaming at my own mother. "Feisty non è lei? Andrà bene a letto, però." another low but sexy, accented voice murmurs to another person. I turn and see two Italian men standing there. One has light tanned skin with greyish blue eyes and soft, almost dirty blonde hair; he looks a bit older. And the other standing beside him has caramel tanned skin, bright blue eyes and the same hair of who seems to be his father. They must be Christian and Luke.

Alexander continued to massage her breasts for a few minutes, then he widened her legs and placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy and thrusted in. Her eyes widened and she gasped in pleasure. It was a pleasant sight to see. Then Alexander began to thrust in and out of her pussy, making her moan out loud. He loved the way Ivy seemed to be high of this pleasure and he was ready to dig in, more. “Ohh, yeah. I love you Ivy. And I will always love you.” He kept on whispering in her ear. I love you too.” She grunted in response as Alexander kept increasing his pace.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

But now, Julieta’s reason became more logical, considering he had been celibate for the past few years. He was already grasping to the walls for support when he arrived at the lower floor. After following the head-maid’s trail through the dimly lit hallway, he stopped at the farthest part of the area. On the left of it was another long pathway, barely visible from the stairs. At the end of it was a door, made of a special wood that seem to let out a scent that overpowers the others. He swallowed hard, sensing the last ounce of resistance he had drowned in the depths of his urge. Consumed by the need to release the flames of lust burning inside of him.

It is times like this that you need the a miracle or a spell to hide, but we all know, those never happens. I was actually trapped with the two macho men beside me. I looked round and saw a man smoking in a Mercedes Benz. I guess I was so in my thoughts, I didn't notice the Porsche car. He looked at me and there he was the devil himself. What was so annoying was that he managed to look more handsome every time we meet. And why is my stupid heart jumping up and down? Oh, of course I have seen my debtor. "Where to love?" He says in his deep baritone voice that making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

"Because you do it with every girl, even Luci, who is like one of the coolest and most beautiful people ever. Then who am I? I don't have a Cinderella complex. I'm not the type of girl to think that a guy will simply think she is so special." He looked at her with an overall serious expression on his face. "First of all, you are special. Now let me clear up some misconceptions you may have. I told you I loved you, I've never told any girl that, not Luci, not anyone. I know what you think about me. You think I'm a player who enjoys being with different girls. I'm not going to deny enjoying being with different girls, I absolutely do. But I'm not a player, and I've never told any of these girl

Slamming his door shut, he runs a frustrated hand through his black, silk-like hair and mutters under his breath. “What did you say to him?” Curiosity traps my attention. “I said he was an idiot and I won't hesitate to shoot him.” A broad smile graces my face. “And what language was that?” “Turkish, I learned to speak the language a few years ago when I did business in Istanbul, Turkey.” I nod and smile, severely impressed with his intelligence. “You're a Mister know-it-all, aren't you?” My nose wrinkles. A wide grin appears across Alessandros’ face, but he says nothing.

Me, Damon, the number one kingpin in Hell's Kitchen, fooled by a man who walked right under my nose. Love. I never allowed space for it in my heart. In my world, love makes you weak, and weakness gets you killed. But Liam... or should I say Daniel? He was different. In just eight months, he did something no one else could— he got me to feel something. Maybe it was his loyalty, his dedication, or just the way he always had my back. I don’t know. But my heart opened for him. I wanted to protect him, provide for him. I wanted to make him part of my empire. It was stupid, now that I think about it. But back then, it felt real. It felt like I had found someone I could trust, someone who would sta

What to do where the cold winds from Europe hit with freezing intensity was the top floor bar, where you could enjoy cold wine along with spicy Turkish food, Italian Kebab, Turkish Samos and White Horse Kebab. “Have you ever thought about how unpredictable this life is? The only thing that has ever happened here is that yesterday I buried myself in the snow with my girlfriend in Denmark, then today I was hit by these cold winds. I just felt like I was reborn.” Peter sighed coldly as he looked out over the calm sea. Who has seen more the vicissitudes of life than me? I never knew when my long open shirt was limited to this tight skirt. I never knew when even less was pushed to its limits and

I ask him with a deep sigh, wishing this day had never come. “Hayir, but your abi deserves to be laid to rest with the rest of your family.” I nod, knowing he is right. “Before we exit the vehicle, can you tell me what the word aşkım means?” He’s used the word multiple times, and I have no idea what it means, and I’d like to know. His gaze softens, and he adjusts the tie around his neck, looking uncomfortable. “It means ‘my love’ in Turkish. I hadn’t realized I was using the endearment.”