Whenever Wherever Lirik

"Tell me how do you want me to make it up to you??" I asked, putting myself at risk by asking the big bad alpha wolf that question. "I'm not simply interested in having sex with you," He smiled and came closer, running his finger up my neck, "I want to experience everything with you." "How about not wearing any clothing whenever we are alone in this mansion?" I gasped in shock as he murmured into my face. (Content/ Trig*er Warning: The following read consists of extreme profanity, violence, or gore. Subjects like SA and abuse are briefly discussed that might be difficult for some to read)

Three years—that's how long Braelyn has been hiding her true feelings for her best friend, Caesar. Yes, she has been secretly in love with her best friend for three years and intends to keep it that way for the rest of her life. She can't let him know, or she might lose him forever. But how long will she be able to suppress her true feelings? How long will she be able to hold back when all Caesar does is make her fall in love with him even more? Will she keep all the hurt and pain she feels whenever Caesar is with someone else? Will Braelyn still be able to keep her feelings a secret? Or will she finally confess and risk it all to finally be with Caesar?

“All you have to do, Nortia, is birth me an heir within two years and get 20 millions dollars whenever you decide to leave, isn't that juicy enough? You can't get that elsewhere, so it's best you take it while I'm still offering” ************* After walking into her boyfriend cheating on her with her cousin, Nortia vowed never to love again, but then Alexis's tempting proposal to bear him an heir and get 20 millions upon departure changed everything. Despite initial reservations not to fall in love, they both find themselves entangled in a web of emotions. As adversaries, secrets and past love affairs resurface threatening to tear them apart, they try to do everything to keep the flames in their relationship burning, but would they be able to?

I had always shared a perfect relationship with my mother-in-law, Betsy Dutton. We were the model pair of a wealthy family. She and my father-in-law, Rourke Dutton had been childhood sweethearts, their bond seemingly unbreakable. But one day, she told me something that changed my entire perception of them.  She clutched my hand and tears were streaming down her face. “Naomi,” she sobbed, “your father-in-law… he’s been keeping a mistress. They even have a child together! “For over ten years, I’ve been in the dark, made into a laughingstock!” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t hold back my own confession.  “Mom, actually… Julius is no better. He bought a whole apartment building for his mistress!” We wept in each other’s arms, our heartbreak spilling out in waves.  After what felt like an eternity, she sniffled and straightened herself. “Men are utterly unreliable creatures!” “I’m done with that old man, Naomi!” I gripped her hand tightly. “Mom, wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’m done with Julius, too!”

"I am yours, Scarlett," he cut me off and my words got caught in my throat. "I belong to you. My body is yours. My soul is yours. . ." I blinked slowly as I stared up at him with wide eyes. What was this man talking about? I wanted to refuse it, to push it aside as just mere talk but his golden eyes were blazing into mine. There was so much determination in his voice that I just had to believe him. "You can see me naked whenever you want. You can touch me whenever you want," he whispered. —------------------- Right from the day my mother brought me into the world, she hated me as if I was the devil’s spawn itself. She abused me every chance she got and made me hate myself. Things only got worse when she forced me to take my sister’s place– her precious daughter– and marry a total pervert– Marco Bianchi, as it was my family’s way of upholding our allegiance with the Bianchi Family. It was either I married him or she cut off my medical bills and leave me for dead. I had no choice but to accept and was going to marry Marco until I met him– Viktor Marcelli– the most feared ruthless Mafia Leader who had a heart as dark as his past. He waltzed into my wedding, shattered my world and offered me a choice: Go ahead and Marry Marco, the pervert and monster I knew, or take my chance with him– a total stranger who could either become my savior or destroy what was left of my soul…

Book 1: Mated To The Alpha Kings Book 2: Return Of The Hybrid Queen Boo3: Enslaved By The Ruthless Vampire King Her name is Delaney. An addict! A girl who believes that no man on earth could satisfy her sexual cravings except herself... That's right, she's a masturbator. She hates the fact that she's that way but there's nothing she can do about it, her stepdad made it impossible for her to be with other men. Never once has she felt any kind of sensation whenever she's close to males, no matter how cute or handsome they are. No heart ripples nor butterflies dancing in her tummy, nothing! But all that changed when she met them.

Book- I 18+ Mentions of Graphic sexual content. Read at your own risk. Celestine, a naive and young orphan girl from a village. In the name of family, she had only her 7 year old dying sister. To save her, she did everything along with begging for money from wherever she could but no one helped her. Being disappointed and desperate to save her sister, she got trapped and sold her body to a brothel not knowing the consequences. Brothel was the hell where you can go by your own choice but can never come back. Damien Romano, the cruelest and richest Billionaire of Italy got obsessed with her body after having her. His obsession made him drag her away from the brothel to take her to his personal hell where he could torture her with pleasure. Celestine, who had never got the taste of happiness from the day she was born, will she ever be able to escape from her personal hell and from the clutches of the monster that resided deep inside Damien.

“I have failed you as a mate and as your leader, Anna.” He cried out in pain, his wolf restlessly wailing, reaching the surface, and running back once realizing that nothing had changed. “But this worthless husband of yours swear by this day to avenge your death in the most brutal way possible. And after that, I’ll come meet you wherever you may be.” ~ After brutally losing his mate in a planned rogue attack, Hunter, the Alpha, and controller of one of the most powerful Packs in all of the East and West becomes the terror he promised the corpse of his late mate to be. Things keep going as planned and he is very close to attaining the werewolf king position that would enable him wipe out everyone that contributed to his mate’s death, when by the engineering of the Moon Goddess, he meets orphaned and abused Annable who is surprisingly the exact replica of his late mate, the worse fact is that she is in love with someone else. Now, his well-calculated plan is suddenly bundled with uncertainty, jealousy, a love triangle, and the desire to live and love.

"You do know I am a whore and wherever I go in this city, I will be recognized, be it under a disguise or not?" Penelope arched a brow at Quinlan, capturing his attention with her voice immediately. "Well…" Quinlan paused and let his mind waver for a second, "you could impersonate a male." "Heavens! Dressing up as a man to get myself pleasured?" "Yes, I see nothing wrong with that. It's only an hour or two, thing." "How about we invite a man into our home?" "I'm afraid that's impossible." Quinlan's tone was as sharp as his jaw. "Right." Penelope placed the papers on the desk, "where do I sign?" *** A deal between a heartbroken nobel man and the town's biggest whore. Quinlan wanted to keep his position as the Alpha's beta because he was close to being relieved of his duties since the Alpha recently wedded his lover. Penelope was after the money and wanted to go on a hiatus from the pleasure house. So the two married through a contact, unbeknownst of what lies ahead.

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.