Wailing Cry

"Don’t move an inch, continue fucking her!" I screamed. "Asssshley pleassse!" He pleaded, with tears coming out of his eyes. "What’s that? No! Don’t cry, you are a guy. Don’t you want this?" I asked, glaring at him. Ashley Barbie Gates, a pimp, a sex addict, and queen of the streets, was a lover of hot guys. She had sex with all the hot guys that came her way, and even ruined her mother’s life because of it by having an affair with her stepfather. She was heartbroken when she found her best friend in bed with her boyfriend. She swore to take revenge on all men and always dump them, but she was stuck between a rock and a hard place when she was asked by her father to get married as soon as possible. Xander Aiden Carter, a police officer, found himself entangled with the mafia queen when his sister sold him to her. How will he escape from her clutches? When he is in constant torment by her. How will she let go of her hatred for men and settle down with just one man? And who will it be? Who will melt the heart of the broken queen?

There is a medical dispute at the hospital. A patient's family member comes at us swinging a knife. Without hesitating, I push my husband, Maxwell Conner, out of the way. But then, he grabs my hand and pulls me in front of his beloved junior, Karina Burton. The knife plunges straight into my abdomen, killing the baby I had just conceived. As my horrified colleagues cry and rush me toward the ICU, Maxwell violently pulls me off the gurney. He barks, "Save Karina first! If anything happens to her, I'll fire every last one of you!" The doctors are stunned and furious. "Maxwell, have you lost your mind? Karina only suffered a minor injury. Your wife is the one in critical condition!" Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I nod slowly. "It's fine. Just forget it." Maxwell, I owe you nothing after this.

Sleep tight to be wifey... tomorrow you have a big day and very big night before you.... so enjoy your last beautiful night.  Enjoy...  with that he left her alone in the alone and moved outside and locked her room from outside once again. Ratika shouted like a maniac and cried miserably and asking continuously to open the door and let her go... but it seems like she was the only living being present in the whole building. Tired and broken she drifted into sleep. Wake up love... listening these words Ratika tried to open her eyes but suddenly she started trembling and shivering as the whole bucket of cold water was thrown on her. She woke up with a jerk and a shuddering cry left her mouth as she saw the monster standing in front of her.

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

"Chris." The said man looked up at his mate and beta. One look,he understood what had happened. Without further ado,the man behind her walked out of the door closing it behind him. He stood up and stalked towards her. Grabbing her chin he said, "Darling, do you badly want to go outside and get taken by those men? They would sell you to a pimp house?! Why don't you just understand that I'm just trying to keep you safe?! Why can't you just stay here quietly?" Isabelle looked up into his eyes. He was taken aback by her boldness. No one ever dared to look into this eyes but it was to be expected after all, she was his mate. His equal. "What good is this place? At least out there, I won't be confined like a fucking prisoner! I so much hate this place. I can't breathe normally. It's all so suffocating! There's no one to keep me company, no phone no nothing. You as well, oh yeah, you treat me like I'm some disease that you'll contract if you get close to me. Like a plague! But don't you worry, cause I'm very happy with that behaviour. But at least just let me live my normal life. Why can't I just do that?!" She yelled tears trickling down her face. Chris who couldn't bear to see her cry moved his hands from her chin pulling her into his embrace. She fought against him for a while before she later calmed down and just sobbed into his cloth. "I'll let you go out. I'll give you my phone to use for the meantime. Just please stop crying." He whispered his voice breaking. He leaned to his table and took his phone sliding it into her pocket.

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

With her hair sprawled across the pillows, Isadora warped her legs around Vincent's waist, trapping him with her. The strength of what was building was staggering and it edged dangerously closer with every thrust. The high was torturous. If he stopped, she'd cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill… "Vincent!~" Isadora cried out in ecstasy. At the sound of his name on her lips, Vincent lost control, grinding and pumping his shaft, squeezing out his climax, a deep and guttural sound forced itself out of his throat. He could hear the sound of blood roaring in his ears. *** Lance Martinez Pedro, is a Don dominating the world of Mafia's. A ruthless genius with an unshakeable empire and a madman with a history of having the peculiar habit of using humans, particularly young children as lab rats to test out his top projects. In one of his causal exploits, Vincent Antonio Fernandez, the son of a powerful neighbor Mafia, got to be one of the victims and the most used material for his experiments as his body was the most compatible. Night and day, these children had to suffer greatly… gradually losing their minds and humanity… in most cases ultimately into addiction. More than a decade later, Vincent is a free man, managing his own Mafia empire, his Influence heavily pressuring others and he is obsessed with getting revenge. Robbed of that opportunity, things take an ugly turn as he discovers his captor had a daughter, hidden in the country. She was manipulative, unrepentant, … She was all he hated. Getting her in his presence, he loathed her in an instant. He swore she would pay for her father's atrocities…. the pain he inflicted, the young lives he took… She shall inherit them all!

The proposal Aurora had dreamed of? A total sham. Just a stunt by her boyfriend, Marco, to make his first love, Sofia, jealous. The second she said, "I do," Sofia stormed in, tears and all, wailing that she'd changed her mind—that she couldn't let him marry someone else. And just like that, they were in each other's arms, celebrating their grand reunion. Meanwhile, Aurora stood there, the punchline to a cruel joke.

Minerva is whimsical, liberal and somewhat spoiled. She is the daughter of an important CEO, who owns one of the biggest companies of these times. When her father decides to hire a bodyguard to take care of her while she is on vacation, the girl will cry out loud, despite the fact that he is the most handsome and sexy man she has ever seen. However, more are the fights between them, especially because the "guardian" thinks she is just a silly little girl with a credit card. But he soon realizes that she is a good-hearted, if somewhat immature, girl, yet he can't help but be attracted to her and must choose between his job or what he feels in his heart. At the same time, an enemy from the past shows up to hurt Minerva, so he has to go to her rescue before it's too late and she learns that he wasn't a common bodyguard as he had led her to believe.

“I, Logan Miller, Alpha King of Crystal Fall Pack along with the majority of the elders in the present. Have agreed to reject you, Seraphim Breckinridge as my mate and Luna Queen of this pack...” He growls in a low voice. “...renounce your title as the Luna.” What was worse than death itself? It was knowing no one would miss you or cry that you’re gone and my death was a favor to everyone I ever knew. My fated mate, my step-sister, and my pack. This was exactly how I felt the day I died, everything had been for nothing. Why was I murdered by my mate? From the title of my tale, you know that I am a hybrid wolf daughter of an Alpha King and my name is. Seraphim... Deceived, betrayed, and murdered by those she deeply trusts. Her dying wish was a second chance to love and change her fate and get back at the people who killed her. What will happen when the moon goddess decided to grant the last wish of a dying Luna? Would she find the love she deserves, a second chance to love but with someone else other than her fated mate? Follow Seraphim’s journey and find out what happened in her second chance at life. This time will she succeed?