Whiskey Peak

When Danica was still in college, she wanted to be a famous actress. She sacrificed a lot, including her studies when she finally had the chance to reach her dream. Among all the sacrifices, her biggest sacrifice was her love. When she was at the peak of success and popularity, unexpectedly, her name was involved in an issue that really gave roar in the entertainment industry that she did not expect to damage her popularity. Only sponsorship can save her name, but what will happen when the CEO of the company who can save her is her Ex boyfriend, whom she sacrificed along the way? Things are going to go rough because HE is up for a revenge. _ “You want my sponsorship to save your fame. How funny! How willing you are for this?” He asked with a smirk. "Very." "Prove it to me." "How?" "By signing a contract to be my mistress." The hatred in his tone gives a shiver down to her spine. She wants to back out but could she let her years of hard work get destroyed just like that? At the same time, what is he going to do about the strange addiction for the woman whom he hates from the core of his heart?

They've called me a lot of things; Desperate, reckless and stupid. My name is Arthur Rowen, and three months ago, my world ended. My father was murdered—skull branded on his forehead like a sick calling card, Lionel family signature marking him as a traitor. My twin brother Asher vanished the same night without a trace, like he never existed. The police won't help because Lionel's own them. So I did what any desperate, reckless, stupid person would do: I got myself hired at The Pit of Lust, the Lionel family's underground sex club. The plan was simple: infiltrate, investigate, find Asher, get out. Then Andreas Lionel noticed me. Seven years older, dangerously beautiful, rumored to have appetites that would make a devil blush. The man who might have signed my father's death warrant. He wants me in his private suite, in his bed and under his control. Maybe I should run and while I'm at it, I should remember why I'm here but Andreas touches me like I'm something precious, not another pretty body in his collection. Fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else, while somehow making me feel whole for the first time in my life. The worst part? It's working and my legs are spreading with each passing night shamelessly. I'm falling for the man who destroyed my family. My brother is still missing and my father is still dead. And I'm still lying to the one person who's made me feel alive. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. No one warned me it would taste like whiskey and sin on Andreas Lionel's tongue Or that I'd crave the flavor like an additive.

Geschieden und wieder verheiratet – ich habe den Überblick verloren, wie oft Aaron und ich in die Ehe ein- und wieder austraten. Er behandelte mich einst wie etwas Kostbares, doch noch kein Jahr nach der Hochzeit beantragte er unsere erste Scheidung. Der Grund war einfach: Vivian kam zurück. „Vivian ist eine Person des öffentlichen Lebens“, erklärte er. „Ich will nicht, dass jemand annimmt, sie würde sich mit einem Verheirateten einlassen.“ Diese Schauspielerin der dritten Garde hatte nichts vorzuweisen außer dem Opfer ihres Vaters. Er hatte für Aaron eine Kugel aufgefangen – ein Leben für ein Leben. Und deshalb glaubte Aaron, er schulde ihr alles. Immer wenn Vivian zurückkehrte, reichte Aaron die Scheidung ein. Und jedes Mal, wenn sie ging, heirateten wir wieder. Beim ersten Mal, als wir uns trennten, ertränkte ich meinen Kummer in Whiskey und torkelte halb betrunken zu seinem Haus. Drinnen warf das Licht einen warmen Schein. Er war bei ihr. Und ich stand draußen und zitterte die ganze Nacht. Beim zweiten Mal verfolgte ich jeden seiner Schritte – Restaurants, Auktionen, Wohltätigkeitsgalas – nur um „zufällig“ wieder auf ihn zu treffen. Mit der Zeit lernte ich dazu. Sobald er das Wort Scheidung erwähnte, packte ich leise meinen Koffer und verschwand aus seiner Villa. Meine Liebe und meine Demütigung hielten mich in diesem endlosen Kreislauf aus Trennung und Wiederzusammenkommen gefangen. Aber diesmal, als Aaron im Standesamt auf mich wartete, um wieder zu heiraten, kam ich nicht.

I'm a mafia princess with crippling social anxiety. My fiancé, Rocco Falcone, is our family's consigliere. He’s the exact opposite of me—extroverted, effortlessly charming, a master at reading and bending people. He's supposed to be my protector. My only link to the outside world. Tonight was the charity gala for my late mother. I was hiding in the darkest corner, a mask covering my face. Rocco was supposed to give the speech. My speech. He never showed. [Emergency. Sorry. Skip the speech, I know you hate the attention. Driver will take you home after the auction. Don't wait up.] Then I saw Livia’s new post. It was a picture of Rocco, draping his suit jacket over her shoulders. He was looking down at her, his eyes full of a tenderness he never showed me. The caption was a gut punch: [No prom date, so my big bro saved the day! Couldn't have done it without him! ] The cold hit me. Bone deep. He ditched a memorial for my dead mother... to take his stepsister to a university dance? The guests began whispering and sneering that I, the famously awkward, socially crippled princess, couldn’t even force a word out. I stared at the whiskey I’d ordered for him. The ice in my glass was melting. Just like the hope in my heart. When I got back to our empty penthouse, my screen was lit up with missed calls and texts from Rocco. The last one came in thirty minutes ago: [Aurelia, trouble at Livia's prom. You know how she gets. Couldn't leave her. Your mother's gala means everything. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Next time will be perfect. Trust me.] I didn't reply. An engagement held together by "next time." Was a promise like that even worth keeping?

he bought his friend over to see me for the first time all I could think about how fine and delicious he look his body was like hercules coming to tame me like, I was a wild beast all I could think about at that instance us rolling in bed in between the sheets dripping in sweat from the intense heat, waves of lust washing over me, as I reach close to my peak my body starts to tremble then, I hear Lawrence call out my name Maria! bring me back from my dream of lust. 1. chapter one Maria meets Allen for the first time Lawrence her boyfriend introduce him to her. 2. chapter two is Maria and Lawrence sex seen she wants Lawrence to easy the burning lust within in her. 3. chapter three is about Maria learning her boyfriend betrayal an she's devastated. 4. Chapter four the breakup Lawrence and Maria breakup she's now lost hurting in pain the man she love for ten year cheating on her. Will she go back to Lawrence or will she give into her burning lust for Allen?? Read my story to fine out. You might feel the fire of burning lust within you!!!

In 1940 Hitler gifted a Mercedes car to the then monarch of Nepal, Tribhuvan Bir Bikram Shah Dev. The story revolves around this historical fact; however the main plot of the novel is the romance between a Nepal princess and a man from Kerala, a South Indian state. Both these characters are real people. The man from Kerala is the protagonist of the story. He was in Kathmandu in 1989 to pursue his post-graduate studies. One of his classmates at Tribhuvan University was a princess, a relative of the then monarch, King Birendra Bir Bikram Shah Dev. One day she showed him the Mercedes car, which at that time had been abandoned by the royal family and was resting at the Nepal Engineering College compound. The protagonist was a bit skeptical of Hitler's motive in gifting the car to the Nepal king, but since the princess could not give him a credible reason disregarded the matter. After about 22 years the protagonist and the princess come together and travel to Mt. Everest to unearth Hitler's motive in gifting the car to the Nepal king. On the scary and freezing slope of the highest peak in the world they come to know about many unknown facets of Hitler and the main reason behind the fall of the Nepal kingdom. Along with that they also come to know about their past lives, which was scarily excruciating, at the same time thrilling. It is this revelation about the past lives of the protagonist and the princess that binds the story together.

Aurora, who lives a simple life in the Dawnsville village. She's an ordinary werewolf who has nothing in hand but only her hard work and dedication, though living with an unknown past. On the other hand, Ash Jaxon is the Alpha of the town, the one who has a lot of privilege, who is not an ordinary werewolf, but a powerful one. And in one unexpected situation, Aurora's life suddenly changed in one snap. It was like she was fated to be chosen as the slave of the Alpha. She wasn't picked by force, yet the alpha himself picked her to be his slave. Aurora did not go against it, because she can't do anything about it, since it's the alpha’s decision. Thus, despite their differences, a powerful attraction grows between them. A peak of challenges they thought they knew has come their way. And as their bond deepens, conflicts occur in a surprising way. Aurora finally discovers her past. She, being a half blooded werewolf and the truth behind her life, being a daughter of a human and a werewolf. Which then unexpectedly fated to be the mate of the Alpha. But, despite that, would she still continue the growing feelings she has to the alpha? Or would the alpha accept her as her slave or as his mate? Would their life be fully crumbled? Or will they continue the bond and face the consequences with purity and love with their eyes?

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

"Jett?" My voice trembled. "Shhh, Bunny," he murmured, tilting the bottle and pouring the liquor over my p***y. The cold sting hit my swollen folds, and I jolted up, gasping as the burn spread through me. "Ahhh—!" I nearly buckled from the mix of cold fire and his hot tongue as he went back to eating me. My body jerked off the table, chasing the torment I knew I couldn’t withstand. He pulled back, eyes dark, smirking as his tongue followed every drop running down my thighs. "F***," he groaned. "You taste even better with whiskey on your pussy." --- I thought my biggest mistake was crushing on Jason Maltideon—my best friend, the boy I’d spent my life yearning for—only for him to reject me the moment the Goddess fated me to him. But my real mistake? Giving myself to the wrong man. His twin brother—Jettison Maltideon. He’s everything I should fear: wild, reckless, a walking sin wrapped in leather and gasoline. The kind of man who fights too hard, drinks too much, and smirks like he knows exactly how to ruin me. I hate him. I hate that he looks just like the man who shattered my heart. I hate that he knows my darkest secrets—and doesn’t care. But most of all, I hate that when he touches me, I burn. Jettison wants me. He doesn’t take no, and he’s made it clear he’ll chase me until I break. Now, with the Moon Goddess pulling our strings in a storm of betrayal, forbidden bonds, and a sickness tearing our pack apart, I’ll have to decide— Is Jettison my ruin? Or the only wolf who was ever meant to save me? Note: Rated 18+. Dark romance, morally complex characters, and triggering themes.

London was from a pack that was killed by an enemy pack. She was only seventeen when it happened. She was the only one to escape except for a small boy named Aaron. London rescues Aaron and runs from the scene of the corpses of her pack. She lives peacefully with Aaron as rogues before she stumbles into another pack's territory. Both London and Aaron are taken to the alpha of the pack. But once London and Alpha Mason meet, they realize they have found their mate. But it will be difficult to care for Aaron who is not Alpha Mason's blood. Can London be a good Luna? SNEAK PEAK "Don't you touch my pup." I snarled. "Your pup? I don't think so." The alpha chuckled. I growled and faced this alpha. Once I saw his face, I lost my breath and my words. I heard pounding footsteps behind me but I couldn't tear my eyes away. A hand wrapped around my chin and head, about to snap my neck but the alpha roared. The man who had my head stopped. "Take your hands off her. Now." He growled, making his way toward me. The man immediately removed his hands. He glared at the man as he made his way to me. "Beautiful. He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb.