This Man Series Books Novels & Stories

THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME THE BLOOD QUEEN WITCHES SERIES PAMPERED DEVIOUS LITTLE WIFE WINNING THE MOON BUTTERFLIES OF FREEDOM *************************************GEEGEE*************************** She was so exhausted from running that she couldn't help but stop at the cliff's edge to catch her breath. The only place she could think of to flee after being pursued for three days with nowhere to go was here. In her hour of need, she had summoned that

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

Anya De Luna POV A shipment of books came in, and I’m busy unpacking them when a man comes into the store. I’ve seen him here before, and usually, he likes to check the thriller section. “Morning,” he greets before he starts to browse the shelves. “Morning. Let me know if I can help you find anything.” “Thanks.” My eyes flick to where Vincent is coloring in a picture of an elephant before I continue to unpack the books. Every now and then, I check what the man is up to before glancing at Vincent.

Not even if I did something worth punishing. Down the hallway, my voice echoed through the silence. It took more than five minutes to get to La Mano Nera, and my throat already felt parched. The smell of tobacco wafted through my nostrils before the door opened. Stefan knocked once, stood still, and waited for the sturdy man’s voice to respond. “Entra.” [Come in.] He turned the knob open and pushed me in, making me stagger as I tried to balance myself. I stood in that spot, not moving, just staring at the man on the leather chair.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

I couldn’t place my hand on the emotions; maybe I was feeling sad that I couldn’t tell my mom the truth, or maybe it was that the man I slept with was getting engaged. I woke up the next day to find Sergio in the house, only for my mother to tell me he was moving in before the wedding. I was angry, but I couldn’t even tell my mother why I was so against this, so I kept my opinions to myself. I tried to avoid him, but I ran into him immediately. I stepped into the kitchen, and I regretted stepping out of my room because the man I saw was hot, like he just got out of the oven. He was wearing a thin sleeveless black top, which flexed his muscles, and gray pants, but they were showing everything

He looked intense, brooding, and dangerous like he was ready to take on the world. “And who are you?” the man asked, sizing up Ryker. “Emily,” I heard Mason call her, and I felt her grip on my hand tighten. “We have to go,” Emily whispered urgently, grabbing me to leave but before we could even make a step, the man saw it and grabbed my arm. I hissed at the pain from his grip. I felt trapped in the middle of it all. Ryker’s jaw clenched, his blue eyes darkening as he stepped closer to the man, his voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. “Get your filthy hand off her,” he warned.

I make sure to listen carefully so as not to hear something similar again, as earlier. "Please forgive me for looking dazed Sir, the pain of losing my mother is still fresh in my mind, and I think it's been playing tricks on me lately. What were you saying to time ?" "Your mind isn't playing tricks on you boy. You heard what I meant. I'm your daddy, you're my son." Aded this man standing in front of me, whom I start to look at strangely. He looks so calm though that I think he might have a mental problem.

he slurred. We hurried across to the inn. We were just about to enter when Doran called out “There!” He was pointing to a man loading a horse one handed. He cradled his other bandaged hand against his chest. He was a wretched creature. I couldn’t imagine any woman wanting to be touched by him. “Sir, some of your time please” He eyed us suspiciously “What do you want?” He moved his good hand towards his sword. I held up my hand “Nothing like that. Are you the man who’s hand was burnt by the inn girl?” He spat on the floor in front of us. “Why do you want to know? ‘aint none of your business” Deciding to take a different approach I carried on. “It’s just we heard from the ale house over there

Not you… The man’s smile just stayed on his face and the next thing he said, my wolf took it heavy. “ Looks like I’m going to have to force this wolf back into its cage.” He told us and his eyes glowed once more….. To Be Continued.... End of Book 1...