Wally West Mobius Chair

I took a deep breath again and again as I finally knocked twice. And after a couple of minutes a baritone yet cold voice spoke. "Come in." My brows furrowed and my chest was pounding so loud when I heard Sir JR's voice. This is the first time he showed himself to us but... this was not the first time I met him. At sana wala rin siyang maalala pa. Pinilig ko ang ulo at pilit tinatanggal ang mga nasa isipan at dahan-dahang pinihit pabukas ang pinto. Biglang nanindig ang balahibo ko dahil sa lamig sa loob ng opisina ni Sir. "Hmm..." tumikhim ako upang agawin ang atensyon niya na nakatalikod mula sa akin at prenteng nakaupo sa swivel chair niya. "Good afternoon, Sir." I greeted politely. He stayed silently, he stayed in his place and he didn't respond to me. Hindi rin siya lumilingon kaya napakamot ako ng ulo. "Sir? What can I do for you? Is it because I'm late this morning? I'm sorry Sir, there's an emergency in our home, the reason why I'm late. I'm sorry." I explained but he remained silent. Dahan-dahan akong napayuko. Mukha ngang bad mood siya dahil hindi man lang lumilingon sa akin. "How old are you?" Wala pa sa isang segundo akong nag-angat ng tingin sa kaniya. "Hmmm, 24, Sir..." I answered lowly. "Married?" I swallowed as I responded. "No." "Single?" he asked again. "Opo." "Any relationship? Boyfriend? Ka live in?" "Wala po, Sir..." Pilit kong sinasagot ang mga tanong niya kahit alam kong confidential na iyon. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit iyon ang naging binungad niya sa akin na hindi ko inaasahan. Nabalot kami ng katahimikan hanggang sa muli siyang magtanong na ikinamilog ng mga mata ko. "Virgin or not?" My mouth opened a bit 'coz of his inappropriate question.

The day I found out I was pregnant with twins, I saw my mate, Alpha Viggo, bringing another she-wolf to her prenatal check-up. I froze on the spot, the pregnancy report crumpling in my fist. That night, he looked at me with ice in his eyes. The same man who once kissed every inch of my body. The same man who swore he was mine and mine alone. “She’s carrying my pup. Her wolf is unstable. You will brew her calming tonics. Every single day.” “She's sensitive. She can't sleep without my scent. So move your things to the west wing. Make room for her.” The huge villa fell deathly silent. My wolf howled—a sharp, wounded cry. Pain from our mate bond ripped through my soul. But I didn't shed a single tear. I just calmly grabbed the suitcase I’d already packed and walked toward the door. The guards tried to stop me, but Viggo didn’t even glance up. “She’ll be back,” he said, swirling the wine in his glass, his Alpha arrogance on full display. “Three days. That’s all she’ll last. Her wolf will drive her mad without my touch. She’ll come crawling back, begging.” The pack members and allies who had come for our ceremony erupted in laughter. A few of them even made a bet right in front of me, wagering a million-dollar aurora ore mine. They bet I’d be torn apart by the fear of going rogue and be on my knees by midnight, begging Viggo to let me back in. But they had no idea. My birth father had already secretly sent our family token. My pack was already waiting. This time, I would shatter our bond for good.

“You think I'm going to force you to take my seed?” he growled, angry at the mere insinuation of it. “I… I thought…” “Look here bambi,” he bent down to my level, gray eyes weakening me, “I am many wicked things but nothing will ever make me force a woman into my bed. In fact,” he stood up and headed towards the door before turning to look at me again, “for this, I have decided you're going to be the one to beg me to fuck your virgin cunt. I won't give you what you need until you're on your knees, desperately begging for my cock.” I nearly rolled my eyes but he was still looking at me but deep in my mind, I was sticking my tongue out to him. If he thinks I'm going to let him touch me, beg him to, he's a joker. *** Maya has survived seventeen years of being unwanted. Her birth killed her mother and her father has never failed to remind her how much he hates her existence. Rejected by her mate on her eighteenth birthday and sold to a stranger by the same evening — she has nothing left to lose. Except her pride. And Caden Rhyndar, the most feared Alpha in the West, has decided that's exactly what he wants. He won't force her to have his child or his cock. He doesn't need to. He'll just wait, while doing wicked things that leave her body begging for more, never out loud though. But surviving forced proximity to a man built like a weapon, who looks at her like she's the only thing worth conquering, that's a war Maya isn't sure her body will let her win. She swore she'd never beg. He's never lost a battle in his life.

While I was in the middle of getting intimate with my boyfriend, Hendrick West, a sudden burst of laughter came from under the bed. A chill ran straight through me. I shoved Hendrick away, scrambling to get up and check, but he pushed me right back down. "You're spacing out at a time like this? Guess you don't get to leave this bed today." I didn't question it. I let myself get pulled back in, eyes slipping shut as I tried to relax. Then the bedframe slammed loudly from underneath. I yelped and shrank under the blanket. A second later, his best friend burst out from under the bed, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. "No wonder you've been ditching us lately," Linda Fairbank said, grinning. "If I had such a horny girlfriend, I'd forget my friends, too!" The humiliation hit so hard that my face went pale. But Linda didn't care. She reached over and started tugging at my blanket. "He won't stop going on about how soft and full you are. What are you hiding for? Let me take a look." Hendrick finally stepped in, trying to stop her when she went too far. Linda just smacked his bare backside without hesitation. "I've been stuck under that bed forever waiting on you," she said lazily. "And instead of taking care of me first, you're busy standing up for someone else?" Without missing a beat, Hendrick took her calf into his hands and started massaging it. She shot me a smug, challenging smile. I picked up my phone and called Hendrick's mother. I said evenly, "Julie, are you aware that your son lets other people run his life like this?"

Sous l'Habit, la Fièvre Sœur Clara a toujours vécu dans l'ombre des murs du couvent Saint-Raphaël. Dévouée à sa foi, elle a fait vœu de chasteté, mais une soif d'absolu brûle en elle, un désir qu’elle n’a jamais osé nommer. Lorsqu’elle est envoyée en mission pour assister les malades d’un hospice isolé, elle ignore qu’elle vient de poser le pied à Poudain-Bassé, un lieu dont les murmures parlent d'interdits et de damnation. C'est là qu'elle rencontre Raphaël, un homme dont l’aura est une promesse de péché. Il est tout ce qu’elle a fui : la chair, l’arrogance, la tentation incarnée. Lui, amusé par cette nonne trop fière, s’amuse à la provoquer. Mais sous la soutane, il perçoit autre chose. Une femme en lutte, un brasier caché sous le marbre de la dévotion. Les jours passent, et ce qui n’était qu’un affrontement de principes devient un jeu dangereux. Chaque regard échangé, chaque frôlement accidentel les consume un peu plus. Clara tente de résister, priant avec plus de ferveur, mais la voix de Raphaël résonne dans son esprit plus fort que celle de Dieu. Et quand enfin il ose briser la dernière barrière, lorsqu’il murmure à son oreille que le ciel n’a jamais brûlé aussi fort qu’entre ses bras, elle vacille. Céder, c’est trahir sa foi. Résister, c’est trahir son propre cœur. Mais dans ce lieu oublié du monde, où les âmes perdues se cherchent, où le bien et le mal s’entrelacent, une seule vérité demeure : il n’y a pas de salut sans passion, et pas d’amour sans damnation.

Westbridge Academy is not a schoo‌l for humans, It is where alphas a‌re t‍r⁠aine⁠d, blo‍od‍line‌s ar‌e sharp⁠ened, and monsters learn to rule. Isla V⁠ale knows this⁠ better than anyo⁠ne but she disgu‌ised as “Eli,” a quiet scholarship boy e‌nrolled in an elite advance‍d‍ science program, Isla hides among werewolves, shifters, and oth⁠er supernatu‌ral elite‌s, m⁠asking her scen⁠t, her body, a⁠n‍d her fear every single day. Living in the dorm make things worse and one mi⁠stake could mean exposure. One‍ slip could mean death but West‍bridge is ruled by ins⁠tin‌cts no one ca‌n‌ fully control. Kiera‌n Blackthorne the academy’s golde‍n alph‍a heir i‍s everything Isla‍ should⁠ avoid dominant, teasing, danger‌ousl⁠y perceptive⁠. From‌ the⁠ momen‍t they meet, his atte‌nti‌on lingers too long, his ins⁠t‌i‌ncts pulling him toward someone he shouldn’t want. Then there is Fin‌n Ashcroft, a calm a‍nd observant b‍eta with a reputati⁠on on the⁠ b‌ask⁠etball co⁠urt, notices what ot‌hers miss. He becomes Isla’s anchor, h‍er protect‍or and possibly the first to s‍uspect that “Eli” is hiding m‍ore t⁠han j‍ust secrets‌. As ri⁠valries‍ ign⁠it⁠e, rumors spread, and wol⁠f instincts sharpen, Isla is pulled in‍to a vola‍tile triangle of attra‌ction, j‍ealo‌usy, and dange‌r. Every⁠ close call brings her nea⁠re⁠r to discovery and every heart⁠beat risks awakening i‌nstinct‍s that cou‌ld expose her human⁠ity.‌ Whe⁠n the truth finally comes out t‍o the worst⁠ p‌o‌ssible people Westbridge erupts. Because humans were n‍ever meant to l⁠ive among w‍olves an‌d wolves do not for⁠give deception eas‍ily.

After I proposed to Kathy Johnson, my girlfriend of seven years, we went to City Hall to get our marriage license. Instead, she had her bodyguards throw me onto the street. Then, she walked through the doors, hand in hand with her childhood friend, Nate. She didn’t even blink when he saw me sitting there on the ground, shaking with disbelief. "Nate's son needs a legal guardian to secure his inheritance from the Johnson Group. The fastest way is for me to marry Nate and adopt the boy." "As soon as the paperwork is finalized, we'll get a divorce. You'll still be the one I really marry." Everyone assumed that I, the man who had been devoted to her for so long, would foolishly wait. After all, I had already waited for seven long years. But that night, I accepted the arranged business marriage my family had prepared for me and took a flight to Center City on the East Coast. I vanished from Kathy's world completely, and no one saw it coming. Five years later, I returned to Westlake City to visit my family. My wife, Rhea Weyland, was the sole heir to the Weyland family, a powerhouse that practically controlled the entire West Coast economy. She was tied up in a sudden international merger meeting. She had specially arranged for someone to pick me up from the airport. But I never dreamed that the "someone" she sent would be Kathy. The moment she saw me, her gaze immediately fell on the glittering watch on my wrist. "I can't believe that after all these years, you've stooped so low you're wearing a cheap knockoff." "Are you done with your little pity party? It's time to come crawling back. Nate's son is starting at an elite private school, and you're just in time to be his full-time driver and bodyguard." I gently stroked the watch on my wrist. What she didn't know was that this was one of the more modest gifts Rhea had given me.

On my first day back with the Cannon family as the true heiress, I heard the voice of the family’s guardian spirit. “You must stop your father from investing in the West City project. There’s an ancient tomb beneath the site. He’ll lose everything.” I convinced my father, Aaron Cannon, to abandon the project and invest in North City instead. But a factory next to the North City site had a toxic gas leak. Dozens of workers died overnight. Aaron lost his entire fortune to the compensation. While the family was drowning in despair, the guardian spirit spoke again. “Money can be earned again, but it’s a pity your mother will die in a car crash tomorrow when she goes out to borrow money from an old friend.” I immediately stopped my mother, Sally Cannon, from leaving the house. She avoided the car accident but tragically died from a sudden heart attack. With tears streaming down his face, Aaron told me she had been having chest pains for days but had endured the pain. She had only decided to go to the hospital today because she could not bear it any longer. My blood ran cold. By stopping her from going out, I had ultimately caused her death. Overwhelmed with grief, Aaron drank pesticide and died on the spot. Overnight, there was no one left in the family but me and the fake heiress, Pearl Cannon. To repay the debts and support my education, Pearl took on three jobs a day. Then, the guardian spirit spoke to me once more. “Your sister has been dragged into an alley. Go save her now!” I rushed to the location. I arrived breathless and frantic, but I was already too late. My sister lay in a pool of blood. She was not breathing anymore. I thought, ‘Mia Talbert, it’s all your fault! You’re a curse. You should’ve died instead!’ Consumed by despair, I jumped from a tall building and ended my miserable life. When I opened my eyes, I had traveled to the past.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Le vampire incontrôlable Prologue - Ne me tuer pas s'il vous plaît . La jeune femme était terrifié par la peur,son assassin l'a regardait avec un sourire noir avant de plonger ses crocs dans la chair de son cou. Après cette phrase , c'était le silence total ,la créature l'a plus immonde et terrifiante venait de faire encore des cadavres en une nuit. Depuis sa venue dans la petite ville de Forcs dans l'état de Washington les habitants sont en perpétuelle peur et anxiété, plusieurs cadavres sont observés chaque jour par la population. Assis sur le sol Alistair Dravenkov avale le sang de sa dernière victime avec satisfaction, c'était une adolescente comme les autres ,oh elles n'avaient vraiment pas de chance se disait t'il. Il aurait tellement aimé se contrôler, tellement aimé ne pas faire tant de cadavre mais il ne le pouvait pas,il ne pouvait pas passer une nuit sans vider plusieurs humains de leur sang . Il essayait de résister à l'odeur du sang mais en vain ,il avait toujours cette soif ,cette insatiabilité de se nourrir de sang encore et encore. Traquer dans les autres pays il était venir se réfugier dans cette petite ville sans défense. Il était déjà très puissant et chaque jour sa puissance s'accroissait,il traquait plus les jeunes adolescentes, c'était jouissif de déguster leur sang goûte par goûte,il aimait ça ,c'était son quotidien. Mais sa soif de sang fit mise à l'épreuve quand il traquait une jeune femme qu'il avait été incapable de mordre et tout bascula dans sa vie quand il apprit ce que cette dernière représentait réellement. Qui était cette humaine que le plus puissant vampire ne pouvais pas touché ?qu'est ce que cette jeune femme avait de si spéciale et qu'elle était son rôle dans la vie de cette créature ?