Tongue Twister Tagalog Hugot

"Jett?" My voice trembled. "Shhh, Bunny," he murmured, tilting the bottle and pouring the liquor over my p***y. The cold sting hit my swollen folds, and I jolted up, gasping as the burn spread through me. "Ahhh—!" I nearly buckled from the mix of cold fire and his hot tongue as he went back to eating me. My body jerked off the table, chasing the torment I knew I couldn’t withstand. He pulled back, eyes dark, smirking as his tongue followed every drop running down my thighs. "F***," he groaned. "You taste even better with whiskey on your pussy." --- I thought my biggest mistake was crushing on Jason Maltideon—my best friend, the boy I’d spent my life yearning for—only for him to reject me the moment the Goddess fated me to him. But my real mistake? Giving myself to the wrong man. His twin brother—Jettison Maltideon. He’s everything I should fear: wild, reckless, a walking sin wrapped in leather and gasoline. The kind of man who fights too hard, drinks too much, and smirks like he knows exactly how to ruin me. I hate him. I hate that he looks just like the man who shattered my heart. I hate that he knows my darkest secrets—and doesn’t care. But most of all, I hate that when he touches me, I burn. Jettison wants me. He doesn’t take no, and he’s made it clear he’ll chase me until I break. Now, with the Moon Goddess pulling our strings in a storm of betrayal, forbidden bonds, and a sickness tearing our pack apart, I’ll have to decide— Is Jettison my ruin? Or the only wolf who was ever meant to save me? Note: Rated 18+. Dark romance, morally complex characters, and triggering themes.

Isabella Parker is the perfectly imperfect girl with half parts sass and half parts innocence mixed with a perfect life. She has loving parents who adore her beyond anything, two younger siblings whom she loves beyond anything. She is in her graduation with 2 great friends, everything seems going perfect UNTIL ONE Day The day she gets kidnapped! One small favour to a classmate messes everything up? Or does it! Isabella has caught eye of an mysterious man, who wouldn't let her go. "LET ME GO" she shouted half scared as the man dragged and shoved her on a bed, she presumed. Obviously she presumed, she had a blindfold on from the moment she woke up. "The sooner you stop fighting the better for you" he replied in a calm voice. His voice did something to her. She held her tongue for a minute, not because she was going to stop fighting HELL NO! But because of what his voice reminded her of! His touch wasn't foreign neither his voice. WEIRD! "Didn't think that would work" he chuckled. "IT DIDN'T you fucking pig" she shouted struggling as he laughed. "Glad you are finding my misery funny" she growled. "No wonder Alex wanted to feed you off to his Piranhas" he laughed. Her entire body stilled at the thought. They wanted to kill her? but she couldn't hold her tongue now could she? "Then what am I still doing here?" She sassed. She could feel the tense in his posture even tho she couldn't see. It was getting hard to breath. She gasped when she felt his lips on her earlobe. He was so quiet. "Instead I decided you were mine to feed on!" He said in his sexy voice making her freeze.

A gasp escapes me as my back hits the wood, and hands grab mine, pinning them high above my head, forcing me to look straight into the face I’ve tried so hard to forget. Kai. His scent filled my senses, spicy and dangerous and so damn soothing. His gaze burned into my skin and the amount of fury in them almost made me shiver. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap. He leans in, voice low and venomous. “You like cuddling up in another man’s arms, Virelle?” “Excuse me?” I hissed. “Ric is my mate. I can do whatever the hell I want.” His jaw clenches as his nostrils flares. “You think he can please you?” I glare at him, ignoring the heat pooling low in my belly. “Yes, I do, because he’s my mate and I can do whatever I want, I don’t owe you anything.” “Bullshit,” he growls and before I could blink, his lips crash against mine…hard. His lips are rough and angry, his teeth grazing mine with his tongue forcing its way in, like he’s trying to claim what he threw away. My mind is screaming at me to shove him off, but my body is traitorous and trembling, and is already responding. I could feel Nyzarelle howling in delight, as I clutched to him for dear life. I'd never felt like this with Ric A moan slips from my mouth but is swallowed by his tongue as his hand grips my thigh, trailing up until I feel them on my folds. He massaged my folds roughly, before stuffing his hands into my panties and pooling a finger into me. My back aches as he finger fucks me angrily, not giving space to catch my breathe.

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

- TAGALOG NOVEL- Nang magdisi-otso anyos si Lara, nagpakasal siya sa isang lalaking pakakasalan dapat ng ate niya labing isang taon na ang nakararaan. Pero hindi dumating sa araw ng kasal nila si Miguel Villareal at ipinaabot lang ang mga dokumentong kailangan niyang pirmahan. Five years later, hindi pa rin nagpakita kahit na minsan ang asawa niya sa kanya. Kaya naman naghamon na siya ng hiwalayan. But when Migo learned of her wish to end their marriage, he disagreed to set her free. Pinagtrabaho siya nito sa kompanya nito pero bawal niyang ipagsabi na asawa siya ng may-ari. Bukod pa ro'n ay sa pinakamababang pwesto siya nito pinagsimula. At idagdag pa na wala pa ring pagkakataon na makita niya ito sa trabaho. Offended and hurt, Lara demanded him to sign their annulment papers and be done with their marriage. Pero hindi niya inexpect na susugod ang CEO sa cubicle niya para lang punitin sa harapan niya ang mga papeles na pinadala niya rito. But what shocked Lara most was how devilishly handsome her husband, Miguel Villareal was! Did she really want to annul their marriage? Would meeting him again for the first time after so many years be the start of something beautiful between them, husband and wife? Or would the truth behind Migo’s decision to keep her away from him tear her apart? After all, Migo was a powerful man and behind every man of that status was a kryptonite his enemies were so eager to find.

“Daddy, I’ve made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me.” His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider. “Since you’ve saved me, it couldn’t stop twitching for you. And I don’t know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside.” He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine. “Fuck,” I growled, rolling my eyes. His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower, and my gaze landed on the prettiest, reddish, tight hole I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life. My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me. I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs. “Yes, Daddy Alpha. I want you.” He winced, his nails digging into my biceps. I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils, and I tightened my tights, feeling a hard bulge between them. “Daddy, devour me already.” His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole. ~~~~~ Behind closed doors, rules shatter and hearts unravel. SINFUL AFFAIRS invites you into a world where desire whispers in the dark and every sin feels like salvation. Here, men ache for what they shouldn’t touch. They love too hard, crave too deeply, and sin too beautifully. Every story is a confession of hunger, heartbreak, and need. And once you step inside… you’ll never want to leave. So, you’re welcome to join the kind of sin you’ll beg to repeat. Now, if you dare, enter their world and let’s see if you can handle the heat.

After the death of her mother, Amelia's life turns upside down. She is forced to leave the life she once knew and start all over again in a new small town. Starting fresh seemed easy...not. Not only is she to live with the man she never knew of (her father) but she can't help but be taunted by a pull toward that obnoxious tall and incredibly handsome boy who gets on her last nerves. But things in this small town are not all what they seem and Amelia finds out the hard way - How do you tell your human mate that all you want is her taste on your tongue? -Raiden What is going on with me? Why am I so wet for him?- Amelia 【Book 2 after She's Mine To Claim: Tasting And Claiming His Luna】

Fear  Noun 1. a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. Synonyms: foreboding, apprehension, consternation, dismay, dread, terror, fright, panic, horror, trepidation, qualm. Until that night, Kinsley never knew true fear, never felt terror. She could taste the fear on her tongue, salty with a hint of copper, her throat felt constricted. She wanted to scream but the terror was too thick in her throat, coating it to the point of near suffocation. She was prey and he was the hunter who never failed. Verendus was powerful, a ruthless and cruel Boss, he did not fail and he did not quit. Kinsley Anderson was a woman he coveted, and he would stop at nothing to claim her. He had the means and the manpower to pursue her to the ends of the earth and he would do it, claiming her once and for all.

He slammed her back against the closed door making her grit her teeth as she glared at him. “Camellia,” his voice was dripping with controlled fury yet that endearment rolled off his tongue in a raspy growl. “I don’t like other men touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing her jaw, his fingers firmly pressing into her cheeks as he made her hazel eyes look into his dark greys. “I’m not yours,” she said with gathered-up bravado though his intimidating presence made her feel so timid. He leaned closer as her eyes fell on the camellia flower that was inked on his neck. His hot breath tickled her lips as his intense stare lingered on her lips. “You’re mine, Camellia. Mine!” With a low growl, he crashed his lips on hers. DARK ROMANCE!

By day, he’s just another broke guy with worn-out shoes and a charming smile. But behind the façade, Alec Blackwell is a billionaire tycoon—owner of a global empire and a ruthless legal mastermind. Tired of gold diggers and fake affections, Alec disguises himself as an average man, swiping through dating apps in search of something real. No private jets. No designer suits. Just raw chemistry and brutal honesty. Then he meets Zara Lane—a fiercely independent hustler juggling three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for games. She doesn’t care for his sob stories or smooth talk. She wants respect, not romance. But Alec’s world is built on secrets. And Zara’s life is about to crash straight into a truth more shocking than either of them expected. Because in a game of lies, power, and attraction… Who really holds the upper hand?