Weapon Spear Frame

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows, Rhett Blackwood is king. To hold his empire, he must forge a blood bond with a ruthless assassin who would rather kill him than kneel. But when one act of violence awakens a bond written in fate — and blood — they are thrown into a brutal war where love may be their only weapon… and their greatest curse.

All her life, Calla Hayes has been invisible, the awkward neighbor girl with tangled hair and a frame too skinny to be noticed. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday, when the Moon Goddess reveals her fated mate: her arrogant stepbrother, Lucas Blackwell, the pack’s golden bad boy. But instead of claiming her, he rejects her in front of everyone. Humiliated and heartbroken, Calla runs only to awaken a power inside her no one in the pack can ignore. Now, two dangerous men want her. On hand there’s Lucas, the stepbrother who spurned her, now unable to resist her new strength, and Darius, her childhood neighbor and best friend’s protective older brother, whoshe has always crushed on. One is her fated mate. The other is her forbidden desire. Both are willing to burn the pack to have her. Calla’s no longer the ugly duckling. She’s the storm that will either break their world or remake it.

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.

Life Didn’t End when Diamond discovered that her sister’s new born belonged to her beloved husband. Life didn’t end when she found out they were both planning to frame her up for a crime so the traitors would have reasons to divorce her. She was supposed to be the victim of her husband’s betrayal but her own family branded her the Villain. For their own selfish gains, they willingly casted her aside forgetting every sacrifices they’d made for them. Like she meant nothing, she was divorced and casted away. Concealing her secret pregnancy for her husband, she fled to another city. She was supposed to have a fresh life with her kids but her past found her when her kids decided a bring her a husband. And it was no other than her nightmare, A man who was supposed to be dead - her Ex-husband’s mortal enemy. Right from the moment she set her eyes on him, she knew her life is about to the Jeopardized.

She thought she could leave the past behind… But when Elena Rivera accepts a job as a live-in nanny, the last thing she expects is to come face-to-face with the man from that unforgettable masked night. Even through the disguise, she had felt the hardness of his face, the heat that appeared in his eyes when he was hitting it on the bed and the way his touch set her on fire. Four years later, that same feeling rushes back the moment she sees him again but only colder this time. He doesn’t recognize her…..But when his deep, commanding voice demands she pay for the broken frame, Elena finds herself trembling just the same. She tells herself to keep the secret. To stay silent. Because if he ever remembers that night… she’s not sure what would break first, her heart or her carefully built life. Can she keep her secret or will their past finally catch up with them both?

I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I never touched you, did I?!" Sold to the cursed Alpha King, Myra must bear him a son in order to be free but when she doesn’t, The Alpha King decides to let his wrath fall on her but Myra escapes and runs away. In order to clear his curse, the Alpha king needs his Luna and his child but will Myra be willing to go back to him?

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."

**One girl. One mission. One deadly secret coursing through her veins.** Hilda Alegre thought escaping her abusive father was the hardest thing she'd ever do. She was wrong. Sold to a powerful criminal organization, the naive Filipino girl becomes their perfect weapon—not through training, but through a single injection that turns her blood into poison. One remote command, and she becomes a walking death sentence. Her target? Aron Nicastro, the crime boss's own son who dared to defy his father and disappeared into the shadows. But infiltrating the world of exclusive art galleries and elite criminals isn't easy when you've never left your rural village. Disguised as a street vendor, Hilda must get close to a man dangerous enough that his own father wants him dead—all while hiding the lethal secret pumping through her heart. **The rules are simple: Complete the mission. Don't get caught. Don't fall in love.** **Because in her world, one wrong touch could kill them both.** As mysterious protector Art watches over her and handler Gabriel struggles with his conscience, Hilda discovers that the deadliest weapon isn't the poison in her veins—it's the growing connection she feels to the very man she's supposed to destroy and the who need to protect. In the criminal underworld, trust is fatal, love is a luxury, and innocence is the most dangerous weapon of all. **Some missions are worth dying for. Some people are worth killing to protect.** **But when you're literally toxic to love, how do you choose between your heart and your life?**