Tom Clancy Red Winter

Nothing prepares you for heartbreak that lands only hours before your wedding. One moment you are celebrating the last hours of single life, smiling at a future you trust. The next, you are staring at proof that the man you love has betrayed you. He says he is sorry. He pleads. Yet the picture of love you held so tightly fractures in an instant. Sports agent Fiorella Barella has more than one truth to uncover, and with her closest friends beside her, she is ready to pull at every thread until the whole story unravels.

Cath despises Azul so much to the pits of hell. Makita lang niya ang nakakainis nitong ngisi ay halos mapigtas na ang pasensya niya at ang kagustuhan niyang kalmutin ito ay lalong tumitindi. Ito ang asungot na kahit kailan ay hindi niya na talaga magawang kausapin nang hindi sinisinghalan. She can shout at him, curse him from head to toe, but Azul made sure to her one thing: mananatiling nakakabit sa kanyang pagkatao ang apelyido nito. Yup. She's married to that asshole, and he's surely not going let her off the hook that easily.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

WARNING! This book contains strong matured contents which includes (lots of it), trauma, abuse. Read at your own risk! . "Do you know what smells better than fear?" His voice was a replica of the male. Deep, dark, and dangerous. "What...?" She squeaked, terrified. He was standing so close to her... "Lùst. Desire." He spat the words like they tasted bad, his eyes cold, his face inscrutable. "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cóck." Then, he shocked them both. With a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers. . ************ There are rumors... Whispers around in secret. Murmurs in pitch darkness. Of the most powerful 'man' in Naturiah. The most fearsome creature. The fiercest predator Naturiah ever has. A man who is the 'impossible'. Rumors has it that his powers and strength surpass that of all 'men'. Powerful. Fearless. Highly Séxual. Instinctive. Dominant. Predators. He is their Alpha. Most species has an Alpha, but this 'man' is the Alpha of all Alphas. The ultimate Alpha. The Alpha King. They think him god. He is respected like one. He is feared like one. They call him god. Because, he is a crossbreed between the two most powerful creatures. He has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf. He can take the form of a mountain lion or a werewolf. Or a man. Why? Because, he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion. His name is Wolfariane Daminor Throne. The Alpha King of Naturiah.

Riley RedFang and her family own RedFang Defense. Her, her father, brother and little sister run RFD, they are hired by pack's who need to up their game in the training of their warrior. Her family are the best in the world. They travel around the world training Elite Warriors. They are hired by Stone Lake pack to help train and bring their pack warriors to the Elite standard that is required of them. When they arrive at the Stone Lake pack, both Riley and her younger brother, Ryker find their mates. The only problem is Riley's fated mate has a girlfriend and he and his girlfriend decided that they would reject their fated mate and become chosen mates.

Samantha Laire Madrigal always resembles Maria Clara as what others told her so. Not until she met Tyrone Madrigal. The man who captivated Samantha. The simple crush she felt towards him later on became desperate love that pushed her to do such pathetic moves just so she would be noticed. Not until that night, when Samantha thought everything will be on favor with her, but turnsed out becoming her greatest nightmare that she wanted to forget. Marrying Tyrone Madrigal.

TEASERTHIS IS A TRUE STORY.Breaking the heart and ruining the life of her one true love. It's definitely a nightmare for Annabelle but it happened anyway.Now that she is back, will she be able to gain forgiveness after a several years of being apart.

The day before yesterday, my best friend invited me to a date at a bar. I later end up sleeping with a younger man. I never would've expected him to be my son's classmate, though…

Le jour où mes beaux-parents ont été kidnappés, mon mari était en train de cuisiner pour Céline Laurent, son premier amour. Je ne l’ai pas empêché d’aller jouer les bons samaritains, mais j’ai pris la peine d’appeler la police. Parce que j’avais vécu cette scène une fois déjà. Dans ma vie précédente, j’avais empêché mon mari d’aller voir son amour de jeunesse. Il avait alors retenu mes beaux-parents sur le départ, évitant ainsi le drame de leur agression. Mais son premier amour, elle, s’était coupée la main. La plaie s’était infectée, et elle avait dû être amputée. À l’époque, mon mari ne m’avait pas reproché un seul mot. Jusqu’à un an plus tard. Alors que j’étais enceinte et sur le point d’accoucher, il m’a attirée sur une falaise isolée avant de me pousser dans le vide. « Si tu ne m’avais pas empêché d’aller voir Cécile cette nuit-là, rien de tout ça ne serait arrivé ! Tout est de ta faute ! » « Pourquoi est-ce Cécile qui a dû être amputée ? C’est toi qui aurais dû mourir ! Sale vipère ! » Je suis tombée dans le vide, emportant avec moi l’enfant que je portais, morte avec une haine inextinguible. Cette fois-ci, mon mari est parti comme il l’avait voulu, pour s’occuper de son premier amour. Mais à son retour, il s’est effondré à genoux, vieilli de dix ans en une nuit.

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."