Turnip Head Howl's Moving Castle

Rosalie gets the chance to start over from her abusive past. Moving home to a place she grew up a friend of her dead grandma welcomes her as a baker in her cafe. She soon enjoys waking up and going to work all until a man she though was her friend steps in and almost puts her to stage one again or will he hidden talent help her strive ahead. Asara, powerful and majestic comes to the small town in search of a gem that was taken from his kind years ago. When he bumps into Rosalie his world is turned upside down and he cant get her out of his head. Will who he trully is scare her away? Or when the time comes can he give her up for the gem he has been searching for?

Matapos buksan ni Tricia ang kanyang mga mata, natagpuan niya ang sarili na nagising makalipas ang anim na taon. Kinasal siya sa lalaking pinapangarap niya at nagkaroon ng anak. Ngunit, para sa isang walang kwentang lalaki ay pinili niyang gumawa ng mga bagay na dahilan ng pagkasira ng kanyang pamilya. Galit na galit ang anak niyang lalaki sa kanya, habang ang babae naman ay nagmamakaawa para sa kanyang pagmamahal. Gusto na ring makipag-divorce ng kanyang asawa sa kanya. At nang matauhan, sisiguraduhin niyang pagbabayarin niya ang lalaking nanloko sa kanya at babawiin niya ang nararapat na para sa kanya; ang asawa at ang mga anak niya. Maging matagumpay kaya ang plano ni Tricia na mabawi ang kanyang asawa at mga anak?

His hands feel cold against my hot skin and it won’t be wrong to say that he is doing his best to trace my wrists sensually while he removes the handcuff from my right hand. I hold my breath back when his teasing fingers touch my palm in a slow motion. Heat shoots down to my core, making me press my thighs together as he closes the distance between us and whispers in my left ear. “ Why are you squirming, hot lips?” ******** When Valentina Morgan joined hands with the enemy to take down the Mafia of her own boyfriend, little did she know she will be facing the biggest manipulator in all history, Matteo Vitali. He is every bit of the type of controlling men she hates but the six feet four, sex on legs man, can attract even the dead. And soon she falls in line of the people wondering if they should let go of everything and enjoy the nights of passion in the arms of the biggest manipulator_____Matteo Vitali wanted Valentina Morgan, the moment he laid his eyes on her pouty pink lips and when she is in his hands, he will be damned to give up this chance to bend her at his will even if he has a secret which can break her beyong repair, because he admits. “ She's mine ”

“Like we both know… you’re my tool, I am the handyman, and I’ll use you as I wish…” He growled glowering down at me as his hand gripped my waist. “You’re not human Hardy” I shook my head letting the tears fall. “We’ll see about that,” He said as his entire mouth aggressively covered mine. Joanne McCaine’s night suddenly went from normal to Bizarre, after being taken against her will the night of her best friend’s birthday, and to a villa owned by Hardy, a Ruthless billionaire who lived a secretive but yet mercurial life. Not knowing why she was suddenly kidnapped, Joanne soon learned that her best friend, Bailey and her father were in Hardy’s debt and Bailey had written Joanne off as payment in her place. Now wrongfully held as Hardy’s hostage, Joanne became not only his tool for revenge but also the center of attention of pleasure for Hardy after shaking his world- - .*

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I'd been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I'd 'borrowed'? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He'd help me out. No one could be safer to ask...

"Why do I have to be so lucky?" The stranger smirked, moving closer to Eve. Eve bit her bottom lip, breathing hard as she heard his deep and unmistakably sexy voice for the first time. He was not doing anything to her yet, but the mere sound of his voice and his brown eyes slowly traveling down to her body made her burn with desire. Suddenly, she realized she should have done something during those years of being alone because, at this point, she was like a walking volcano at its highest alert level, ready to erupt. "I..." She forgot her name, even her purpose of being there. Maybe that was because she had forgotten herself and put others first, thinking it would mean a happy life. She was a single mother and hoarded problems like they were collections. Her problems grew faster than her children. When the stranger crushed her mouth with his soft lips, she kissed him back. Eve thought of becoming selfish, wishing him to fill that emptiness in her life, even for a while. She was already unhappy. What else could go wrong?

“I love you” I whispered and he went rigid, his head snapped up and his blue eyes darkened. “Don’t you ever say that” he growled, clenching his fist “Why?” I asked and held his hand, he averted his gaze, staring at his former love grave. “I can’t love” he said, “I am just a zombie, My heart died with her years ago” Arthur said, pointing at the grave, he looked at me studying my face, “Just don’t say that again please” “It’s okay” I said softly, “But it just don’t change the fact that I love you. And I am ready to be a good wife” I said, Arthur gaze hardened. “That’s your problem,” Arthur said, “I don’t want you to say that, and know your place” His statement hurt, but I faked a smile, and he nodded and walked away, I stared at his lover’s grave and dropped my necklace on it. Maybe she was worthy to wear that more than I.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake. At least, that’s what Lycan king Asher tells himself the moment he lays eyes on her—his mate. Dirty. Chained. Barely a wolf. A girl with haunted green eyes and a silence that screams louder than any cry. He's king of the moon realm, part Lycan, part vampire, forged from power and fury. She? She’s a broken, powerless, damaged, anomaly with a scent that tempts his darkness and a bloodline that shouldn’t exist. To him, she’s not a blessing. She’s a threat. A flaw. A test he never asked for. But fate doesn’t care. Dragged into his world of cruel politics, ancient wars, and monsters dressed as royals, she’s meant to stand beside him as Queen. Yet all she can do is survive—and somehow, still defy him with every breath. His Lycan wants to protect her. His vampire wants to devour her. He wants to reject her. And somewhere between blood and betrayal, hate and heat, they start to burn. This isn't a love story. This is a war between fated souls that tries to resist the pull—where dominance tangles with desire, and salvation might just come in the form of a girl who was never meant to survive.

Growing up in the orphanage Amanda knew she was different. Labeled crazy and unadoptable because of the voice in her head. Her 18th birthday finally meant freedom. Moving to a small town as far away as she could afford and getting a job as a waitress. When the weekend crowd comes in she finds out the voice is much more.

Brutal Explicit Naughty Seductive Hardcore Adult Sex Erotic Taboo Sexy Short Stories Compilation: Hot Brats, Age Gap, Dirty Family, Virgin First Time, Dark Romance. "I'm about to fuck your mouth, baby," he warns me, raising his eyebrows in anticipation of my response. "Mmm," I manage, with a mouth full of hard cock. His hand instantly grips my hair as his hips thrust forward, fast and hard. Pumping me like we're fucking, the tip of his cock slams into the back of my throat over and over, my filling with tears as I struggle to breathe with the obstruction. "Oh fuck!" he groans, and it's all worth it. He's freaky, I like that. And now it's a competition, who can outdo the other. I'm determined not to lose, and taking his thrusts down my throat is only the first step. His second hand drops to my head so he can grip me tightly, his hips surging forward rapidly. There's nowhere for me to go, I'm forced to take his jabs, and my eyes close as the tears build. "Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes," he grunts and I do as he says.