Universal Slytherin Robe

The innocence and tenderness that Marylise transmitted through her beautiful blue orbs and her delicate body was too tempting and stormy for Styles' corrupted and tormented mind. There was something in that girl that made him go crazy. Although he knew perfectly well that it was not something right, his mind evoked the memory of him at every moment, turning with the passing of the days into a kind of dangerous and disturbing addiction. The age difference between the two of them was too much, but his desire and desire to have her was much greater. Her desire to make her hims was so intense that the mere fact that he couldn't do it was overwhelming. Until he came up with a magnificent idea. She needed money. He needed someone to teach him math. She was too skilled at solving operations. He was too good at other kinds of things. She will teach him mathematical formulas and universal calculus, while he will teach her how to be a woman. "You just have to accept" "Right, but what will I get in return?" "You teach me math, and I teach you other funnier things, little girl"

All the werewolves claim that I'm born lucky. After all, I, a lowly Omega, get to become the mate of a powerful Alpha named Kael Dwyer. Only my five-year-old daughter, Lyra Dwyer, keeps staring at me with the eyes that seem to be able to discern everything. When Kael's mistress, Seraphina Ashwood, uses the spring water blessed by the Moon Goddess while wearing my robe after moving into the pack house, Lyra wakes me up in the middle of the night. "Mother, why exactly are you still staying with an Alpha that reeks of betrayal?" Stunned, I ask, "What did you just say?" Lyra sighs in return. "In my previous life, I had lived till I turned 25 years old. I watched you endure everything for the rest of your life. "Can you please hear me out this time and reject the bond between you and that Alpha dad of mine? Once you're done, I'll introduce you to an actual fated mate. He's more handsome and powerful than Dad. Most importantly, he's devoted to you and only you."

Four years after being kidnapped and changing her name to keep up the ruse of her death, Serenity is forced to return to her old life by her overbearing father Unfortunately for her, along with her dysfunctional Mafia family comes the once love of her life; Alexander Moretti and a mysterious threat intent on killing her Facing an unknown enemy, Serenity and Xander must find a way to navigate the complicated waters of their relationship and keep her alive long enough to get to the bottom of it, but what happens when her family is destroyed leaving Xander no other option but to become the Don of the Mafia? Will Serenity stick around even after she finds out his part in her family's destruction? *** Serenity exited the bathroom clad in a robe with a towel in her wet hair when a chill ran down her spine. The barrel of the gun against her temple made her freeze and let out a shaky breath as the towel dropped from her hands when they raised. Turning slowly, Serenity came face to face with Alexander and just as quick as the panic came, it subsided. Serenity released a heavy breath and Xander's gun fell. "Serenity!” He stared at her with wide eyes

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. She closed her eyes as he pushed her to the wall, trapping her between himself and the wall. His breathe felt so hot as he buried his face in her neck. It felt hot, hotter than being locked in an oven and it was much more than a turn on for her. “When I touch you” he said as he slowly took off her robe… “never scream…never refuse... Just feel… you’re here and only for me, I don’t wanna ever see you speaking to anyone because you’re mine and mine alone… you’re my taken“ he said before ripping the clothes from her and then pushing her to the bed, spreading her legs . . After a one night stand with an unknown man, Amanda Wilson finds herself in a more complicated scenario when she gets taken as a captive by this unknown man to an unknown location. What happens when she finds out he is a ruthless Beta, one feared by even the alpha?

My girlfriend, Clara Sutton, had severe mysophobia. Before every intimate moment we shared, she required me to disinfect myself thoroughly in advance. She even set strict rules about how often we could kiss or sleep together, and how long it could last. Without her permission, I was not allowed to touch her. I had always believed she treated everyone this way. I even secretly felt relieved, thinking that I must have been somewhat special to her. Then came that night at the bar. During a party, her childhood friend, Ethan Ford, drew a dare in a game of truth or dare. Then, in front of everyone, he leaned in and kissed Clara. Although it was supposedly a punishment for losing, they kissed deeply for a full five minutes. Our friends laughed and jostled one another as they turned to look at me. Only then did I realize that Clara’s obsession with cleanliness had never been a universal rule. It had existed simply because she did not like me. Disheartened, I asked for a breakup. But Clara soon regretted it. With reddened eyes, she begged me not to leave.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

It is a universal truth that when Gods and Demons become involved, things become much more complicated. This includes when they become involved in love! The forces of Chaos and Light are out of sync, could you bring balance before it is too late? Jamie thought she was an ordinary mortal, struggling to survive like everyone else in the mortal realm. That was until she came home to find her parents killed by raiders. From that point on, her life would be different as she starts on a journey that will change all the realms forever. Not only does Jamie have to learn how to use her powers before they kill her and defend the realm against the dark forces of chaos, but she also has to contend with love. Jamie has to deal with her feelings for the handsome, but jealous Alpha Werewolf Lord , a charismatic King of Rogues and a mysterious Hybrid Demon General. All whilst trying to bring balance to all the Realms and protecting her new friends! His Only Reward is the first book in the Chaotic Chronicles, with over 700 hundred subscribers on another platform. We know that true love is eternal. But, would you be willing to share your fated mate after two thousand years of waiting?

Après vingt ans passés à connaître et à aimer mon compagnon destiné, l'Alpha Martin, nous étions enfin sur le point de nous marier. La veille du mariage, il a choisi avec une précision troublante la teinte exacte de rouge à lèvres que je voulais, directement dans ma trousse de maquillage. C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai compris : l'Alpha Martin avait déjà quelqu'un d'autre. Cette fille portait la robe de soirée sur mesure que j'avais préparée pour le banquet de noces, et elle trinquait avec lui dans un toast de compagnon. Nos amis l'entouraient, l'appelant respectueusement « Luna ». Je n'ai pas fait de scandale. J'ai simplement appelé l'hôpital. « Docteur Fabien, veuillez disposer des ovules que j'avais fait congeler. » Puis j'ai envoyé un message à cette fille. « Yvonne Jimenez, aimeriez-vous épouser Martin Daniels à ma place ? »

J'ai été choisie pour être la fiancée de Lorenzo, l'héritier de la Mafia. Mais lors d'un gala familial, Lorenzo a été ouvertement courtisé par Chiara, la fille d'un marchand d'armes. Chiara n'était pas comme les autres débutantes respectueuses des règles. Elle a filé à toute allure dans les rues au volant d'une voiture de sport modifiée, a utilisé un couteau de combat de qualité militaire pour couper ses cigares et a bu le whisky le plus âpre, pur. Il y avait en elle une sauvagerie indomptée, un feu dont Lorenzo n'a pas pu détourner le regard. Il s'est plaint auprès des anciens de la famille : « Comment une femme pareille pourrait-elle être notre Madre et diriger toute cette famille ? » Ses paroles ont dégouliné de mépris pour son imprudence, et pourtant ses yeux sont restés rivés sur elle, suivant chacun de ses gestes tandis qu'elle levait son verre. Puis, le jour de l'anniversaire de Lorenzo, il a annoncé son intention de faire de Chiara sa maîtresse. Chiara a refusé : « Les femmes de ma famille sont des épouses, jamais des maîtresses. Et le cœur de mon mari doit n'appartenir qu'à moi. » Lorenzo est venu me voir, la voix hésitante. « Alessia, ce n'est qu'un titre. J'ai besoin que tu le lui cèdes. S'il te plaît ? Elle ne comprend pas les traditions de notre famille et elle a fait tout un scandale à propos de m'épouser. Il faut simplement l'apaiser pour l'instant. Même si elle m'épouse, c'est toi qui continueras à gérer les affaires de la famille. » Alors que je me tenais là à essayer ma robe de mariée, une perle de cristal acérée sur le corsage m'a percé le doigt. Une seule goutte de sang s'est épanouie sur le satin d'un blanc immaculé. La robe a été ruinée, mais le mariage a eu lieu malgré tout. Si je ne pouvais pas être l'épouse de l'héritier, je suis devenue la femme du Don.

This is a dark mm romance with dub-con/CNC, blood play, knife play, robe play, light bdsm, kidnapping of MMC, torture, murder and possessive behavior. If you have any of these triggers, please do not continue. This book is only suitable for readers over 18. Contains graphic sexual scenes, bad language and unprotected intercourse. The last place expected to see my last hookup was at my mother's wedding and worse, he's my new stepbrother. My mother and his father hoped we would get along, how do I tell them we have gotten along just not in the way they think? Extract: “Fratello,” he murmured, his lips curling into that maddening grin. “What?” My chest tightened. “That’s your safe word,” he said. “Say it once, and everything stops. I won’t touch you again. From that moment, I’ll only ever treat you as my stepbrother.” Even as he spoke, his hand gripped me, and I gasped, trembling. My body betrayed me, responding in ways I hated and craved all at once. “Until you say that word,” he whispered, eyes dark with something between amusement and hunger, “you’re mine. Mine, brother.”