Victorian Nipple Rings

“Now listen to me carefully, Energia,” “This, is mine.” he said with his hands brushing my mouth. “This, is also mine.” I watched as his hands move down to touch my ass. My breathing quickened and just at that moment, in between my thighs dripped wet. “Did I forget to say this?” My mouth parted in shock as his hands reached through my joggers, cupping my sex. “Getting too excited, are we?” With a half-smirk, he asked. He then took my lips again. He softly bit it, making me cry out in pleasure. “And, this.” he murmured, with my breasts in his hand. He pinched the nipple and rubbed them softly with his thumb. “In fact, all of you. And, I refuse to share it with anyone at all. You are mine, Energia. Mine and mine only,” *** A sassy stripper named Serena. A ruthless Lycan Alpha named Luca. What happens when these two different people are brought together by the Moon Goddess? How about when two different enemies from both sides come forward with a quest to ruin them all? It's all a game. A game of the Mafias, Lycans, Hybrids, Witches and Elves.

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

You should enjoy it. Bitches like you don’t deserve vanilla sex." He hovered over me and took my sore, overly sensitive nipple in his mouth. He bit it hard and I screamed. He rammed his shaft deep into my cunt at once and I screamed. “Fuck!” he didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size or anything. He kept on moving in and out at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. “Is this not how you like it? How you like to be fucked like the whore that You are,” he said and grabbed my chin as he yelled in my face. He didn’t give me any breathing space. I surely was going to get sore after this. ^.^.^.^ Leia Gambino thought she had seen the worst when her father, Roman Gambino; an American mafia boss forced her to marry Jericho de Luca; the heir apparent to the capo de carmine of the well-feared Italian mafia; Banda Della. Little did Leia know that she was sold away in disguise. On her wedding day, none of her parents were around. Things took a worst turn on the first night. Jericho sees Leia as a sex object and a panacea for his impotence while Jericho's father sees her as a business tool and a bait.

Can you imagine having the world's worst bachelorette party in Vegas? Waking up the next morning with no memory of the night before, with three diamond rings on your fingers, in a penthouse full of strangers, with two of your friends missing, one pregnant by a stranger and suspected of the overdose death of another of your friends? It becomes a challenge to reveal the truth behind a blurred memory and illegal marriage records with three strangers, while you are about to get married. And a dangerous secret waited for me on the other side. How long could it take you to go from being an illegal wife to a killing machine? ─────── ✿ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ NOTE: COMMENTING outside, on the cover of the book, is important for the work to be more recognized. Leaving comments inside the book, between chapters, is great. However, the reviews, already as I pointed out, will be weighty for the growth of the story. Please comment outside on the cover.

Sated from their passionate deed, Jonathan Sheffield rises and gently scoops the worn-out Eloise Carter into his arms. He cleans her in the bathroom, carries her back to bed, and lets her settle in. Normally, Eloise will have fallen asleep by now. But she won't allow herself to doze off tonight, not before she takes out the birthday present she's carefully prepared for Jonathan. Jonathan is making a phone call out on the balcony when Eloise quietly takes out the present she has hidden. It's a red velvet box, containing the ring she plans to give him when she proposes. She inches closer to the balcony and is about to speak when she freezes. A shocked, male voice rings out from the other end of Jonathan's phone, which he's casually left on the balcony ledge. "What the hell? You must be out of your mind, Jonathan! You're planning to take Eloise's heart and give it to Sonia?"

For seven years, I've kept my identity hidden while secretly helping my girlfriend, Natasha Doyle, become one of the top designers in the world. A major design awards ceremony is being held tonight. My plan is to reveal my real identity and propose to her after she receives the award. But then, I see her walking up on stage, hand-in-hand with Connor Gibson, her partner in the design studio. "All of Natasha's accomplishments are the result of my hard work and effort," Connor proudly declares. Natasha smiles and nods in agreement. "Without him, I wouldn't be the person I am now." Thunderous applause rings from the crowd. The camera flashes keep going off. I stand in the corner, my heart in despair. As I walk out of the venue, I make a call. "Cut off all the funding and investments into Natasha's studio. Don't help her with the patent infringement lawsuit either. Let her deal with the legal consequences herself."

My name is Emma Brannigan. Just as my relationship progress hits 99%, Jake Sterling convinces me to sleep with him. The next instant, the system's sharp warning rings out. "Emma, Jake's affection level for you has fallen from 99% to 60%! He's clearly unhappy with your performance." I spiral into self-doubt and try every possible thing to improve myself. One day, I overhear Jake bragging to his friends. "Emma still doesn't realize that I can control her progress however I want. "It's exactly like training a dog. When she does well, I raise her score as a reward, and when she slips up, I lower it to push her to improve. "The first time she slept with me, I wasn't satisfied, so I dropped her progress to 60%. "I bet she's already thinking about how to do even better for me next time!"

My name is Alaki Bea Miller-or known above: Alaki Bea X. That is what they call us, the inferior ones: X. In this world, I live under laws that declare it illegal to bear more than one blood in your veins. A legal system built on segregation by race, where mixing blood is the highest crime. In this world, I am not human. I am not a person. I am a thing, an abomination that threatens their system. His name is Efrem Mustafin, leader of one of the five Rings, Master of his race, and the man who saved my life. Legally, he owns me. To save me, he had to claim me as property. And in exchange for my protection, we play a game. One where I submit to him before watching eyes, and he keeps me safe. Master Efrem Mustafin, he is. Subject Alaki Bea X, I am. Or at least, I was. I belong to him. My name is Alaki Bea Mustafin, and in this world, I Am Mustafin.

On the day of my birthday party, I wait for my boyfriend to arrive so we can start the celebrations. To my surprise, all I get is a challenge from his true love. "I'm sorry that Harv can't be with you today, Sammy. He's getting engaged to me! Don't worry, though. It's just a formality—this is the 100th wish he's helping me fulfill. I hope you don't mind!" Tiana Lowe sends me a video along with that voice message. My boyfriend exchanges rings with her before kissing her passionately. I immediately call him and snap, "What the hell do you mean by that, Harvey Linton?" He gets angry. "Can you stop being so jealous all the time? I can celebrate your birthday with you every year, but Tiana only has 100 wishes. I have to help her fulfill them!" I snap, "Fine, then. I wish you two will be together forever!"

While I was bleeding heavily from my miscarriage, the hospital needed a family member to sign some documents urgently. The nurse frantically called my husband on my phone. After more than ten rejected calls, he finally answered, his voice a frustrated yell, "I'm busy! Don't bother me with these little things!" When we tried calling again, I realized he had blocked my number. Despite the pain, I forced myself to sit up and sign the papers. Tragically, our baby couldn't be saved. Later, I saw a viral video of my husband kissing his childhood sweetheart under fireworks. "It was just a silly joke," she said, "but he surprised me by lighting up the whole city with fireworks as a present!" Seeing their matching wedding rings, I wordlessly slipped off the simple ring I'd worn for five years and threw it in the bin. After coming so close to death, he was now insignificant to me.