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EZREN: Kiss or kill. Those were always the two options left.. until the past walks back into my life in the form of blue eyes, ginger curls, and a tattoo he swears I should remember. Knox Graye. A diagnosed psychopath. Says he was my brother’s boyfriend. That I left him to die and that I hold the only truth to his death. He is everywhere. Digging up my lies. Ruining what’s left of my life. Call me ‘Cherry’ like it means something. I swear I hate it. I hate him. I don’t know if he wants closure, revenge, or just someone to break. Either way, I’m his target and his third option. KNOX: Everyone thinks I’ve got a loose screw in the head but they're wrong. I lost the whole damn toolbox, buried six feet under with the only person I ever loved. I've spent six years grieving. Dying in pieces while he rots away in a grave but now? Now someone else walk around in his bones, smiling with his lips like he fuckin’ owns it. Like I wouldn’t recognize my own goddamn Cherry. Except now he calls himself Ezren. Cute. He thinks he has been hiding behind top grades and golden-boy charm, but I built his whole damn maze. And now that he's close? I’m done with subtlety. I want chaos in his veins, his secrets peeled off like skin. I want to crawl into the part of his head where he still hears his brother’s laugh and whisper: “You were always mine." He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to dismantle him. Brick by fucking brick. And when he finally breaks, I’ll be there to offer him a choice. “Kiss or kill, Cherry?”

Fate and destiny doesn't come to us informed, it just happens. “Stop pretending, Omega,” he whispered against my ear, his breath burning through me. “Your body already gave you away.” His voice had that audacity like he was quite sure about that. I froze, having a syringe in my hand as my heartbeat felt like it was crashing in my chest. One word from me and my life would be over. And so, I didn't speak and rather stepped closer at his will. At Ravencroft Academy, Alphas rule and Omegas don’t exist. Or at least, that’s what they’re told. Elior Vale has lived a lie his whole life, passing as an Alpha in the nation’s most elite school. He’s fought, trained, and clawed his way to the top while hiding the truth of what he is. But when Rowan Blackthorn, the Academy’s most dangerous Alpha, discovers his secret, everything spirals into chaos. Secrets become obsessions. Rivalry turns to temptation. And in a world where Omegas are property, falling in love with an Alpha might just get him killed.

Um terremoto atingiu um país estrangeiro, e eu e minha sogra ficamos presas lá juntas. A equipe de resgate soube que o jatinho particular do meu marido estava por perto e pediu que eu o contatasse para nos ajudar. Mas eu apenas balancei a cabeça e recusei. Numa outra realidade, eu liguei desesperadamente para ele. Meu marido veio e salvou a mim e à minha sogra. Porém, por causa disso a paixão secreta dele, num ataque de birra, saiu para se divertir, e acabou sendo brutalmente violentada até a morte. Diante da sogra, meu marido disse friamente que aquela mulher era promíscua, e que a morte dela tinha sido um alívio. Mas, no dia do aniversário da morte dela, ele me torturou e me matou da mesma forma. — Eu sei que tudo isso foi parte do seu plano. Você vai pagar pela vida da Ju! — Disse ele. Depois do ocorrido, eu voltei no tempo, e agora tudo mudou. Desta vez, meu marido levou sua amada no jatinho particular para admirar as luzes da cidade à noite. Porém, ao descobrir o que aconteceu comigo e com a sogra, ele enlouqueceu.

Para sair com a assistente no dia de Natal, meu marido colocou calmantes no leite em pó da nossa filha. Enquanto eu corria aflita para levar Isabela ao hospital com febre alta, acabei vendo, por acaso, Renato subir as escadas com a assistente no colo. — A Camila torceu o pé. Vim acompanhar ela no atendimento! Nossa filha estava sendo operada, e ele sequer olhou para trás. Apertei com força o bilhete premiado de dez milhões de reais no bolso. Já era hora de desistir desse casamento de sete anos.

"Selamat malam! Jessie di sini. Satu jam ke depan kita akan bersama di S.T.M. alias siaraan tengahh malaamm...! Akan ada lagu-lagu barat kece yang --"Krosaakk!"Astaga, apa itu, Gais...?"Sebuah radio tua dan terbengkalai dibeli oleh seorang konglomerat sepuh. Ia ingin menghidupkan kembali kenangan akan kejayaan dan keriaan dari mendengarkan siaran radio. Kekurangan penyiar, radio tersebut membuka lowongan pekerjaan.Jessie mendaftar dan langsung diterima. Tugas pertamanya adalah memandu acara S.T.M. alias Siaran Tengah Malam. Ia mendapat banyak pengalaman. Mulai dari pengalaman mistis, horor, sampai... mmm... kisah cinta? Coba ikuti terus kisahnya, ya!

“From now on, you are mine, i owe every inch of your traitorous body,PET." my body shivered uncontrollably, as his sharp canines grazed my neck region. "Yes master!" I whimpered. ****************************************** Milo was born as an omega. Something considered a curse and an abomination to his alpha bloodline and something that has never happened in history. Desperate to get the acknowledgment of his family, He is disguised as his Alpa twin sister and bundled as a pet to a ruthless and the most feared man in the underworld: the Mafia King. Bound in chains and stripped of his freedom, Milo is prepared to endure whatever fate that is waiting for him as a lowly pet. But on his first day, his identity as a boy was exposed. The lie that was meant to save him turns into a death sentence. The Mafian King does not take kindly to deception. Yet, instead of killing him, he does something far worse. He claims him. Not knowing that milo is not just an omega, He is something more, Something that is only seen once in a thousand years, He is an Ashborne wolf, the purest breed of omegas known for their breeding capabilities. The one mystery nature can't explain. Milo must learn to survive in this world fueled with cruelty, dark politics and betrayal, not just as the most hated traitor but as the one thing that is being haunted by all the alphas. An Ashbourne pet. 🔞🔞🔞 this is a dark romance book filled with smut, explicit sex scene and BDSM. Only for adults.

Noah’s a rising hockey star with a mouth that gets him in trouble and a body built to break rules. Sterling is the team's billionaire owner—older, untouchable, and dangerously in control. They were never supposed to cross that line. But one reckless moment changes everything. Now, Noah can’t stop thinking about the man who sees right through him. And Sterling? He’s losing control in ways he swore he never would. It was supposed to be a mistake. It’s starting to feel like an obsession.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

No dia do divórcio, eu, Lídia Duarte, saí vestindo apenas uma muda de roupa do tempo de casada. A casa, o carro, o dinheiro, as crianças, deixei tudo para Cristiano Reis. Ele me olhou com certa surpresa e zombou: — Você pensou bem? As três filhas que você criou com as próprias mãos, também não as quer mais? — Se você realmente não quer nada, eu também não vou te cobrar pensão alimentícia. Assim fica justo. Assinei o acordo rapidamente e disse com indiferença: — Sim, muito justo. Cristiano hesitou por um instante antes de assinar lentamente seu nome. — Se você se arrepender, nós não precisamos... Acenei com a mão, interrompendo-o, e saí sem olhar para trás. Cristiano costumava dizer que eu me casei com ele por dinheiro e poder, e que eu tentava amarrá-lo usando as crianças. Mas não tem problema. Quando ele for recolher o meu corpo, ele entenderá.

O casamento de Isadora Freitas e Olavo Carvalho durou cinco anos, sustentado pelo sacrifício de sua dignidade e de sua estabilidade emocional. Ela acreditava que, na ausência de amor, ao menos haveria alguma afeição familiar. Até que, um dia... O aviso de emergência sobre a saúde de sua filha única e as manchetes de Olavo esbanjando dinheiro com sua musa apareceram simultaneamente diante dela. Ela finalmente percebeu que não precisava mais fingir ser esposa dele. Porém, aquele homem cruel subornou toda a imprensa, e ajoelhou-se na neve com os olhos vermelhos e suplicou para que ela voltasse. Mas Isadora apareceu de braços dados com outro homem. Um novo amor anunciado para o mundo.