Wind Breathing Forms Novelas e Histórias

Liza is a human female that has no knowledge of the dragons and wolves. She happens to be the mate to both the Dragon King and Wolf king. There was a great war between the shifters with many casualties on both sides. Both sides kept the war hidden from humans and decided it was best to never show their animal side to humans. Dragons are powerful and protected by magic. The King is a powerful CEO. Wolves are strong in numbers but since they aren’t protected by magic they won’t fight a dragon alone. Since the wolves animal forms can go undetected they’ve become the perfect assassin so they run the Underworld Mafia. Liza must decide if she wants to be the wife of a powerful dragon. Or Luna of the underground Mafia. She could also choose both. Will she be able to end the centuries long war and bring peace to the shifter community or cause another war? Who will she choose?

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

Stating that Elizabeth Paige had a huge crush on "The Nathaniel Lachlan" since high school would be an understatement but she was a shy and never handled it well. Nathaniel Lachlan was a lethal . Nobody ever messed around with him. He needed an assistant who would only be professional with him and not develop feelings for him.But yesterday, everything changed. As soon as she said my name I knew I had to have her, beneath me, moaning and begging. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I noticed whenever I was close, her breathing would alter and she will be at a loss of words. I didn't know I lusted after her so much. I never craved for women as much as I crave this . I also knew that I can't satisfy myself only by having her for a .(Billionaire Brothers Series Nathaniel Lachlan & Aaron Riverwood & Landon Chambers)

Illustrator Isabelle Montrose arrives in Valmont’s rain-soaked quarter, sketchbook in hand but ideas elusive beneath the amber glow of Café de Minuit. One evening, architect Alexander Vale seeks shelter under the same streetlamp, crimson umbrella in hand. His measured gaze meets her restless creativity, and a silent bond forms as raindrops dance on cobblestones. As Isabelle’s graphic-novel deadline approaches, self-doubt claws at her confidence; Alexander, torn between family expectations and his passion for design, struggles in silence. A misread glance threatens to sever their fragile connection, forcing both to confront fear and longing. In lavender-tinted twilight and beneath flickering lanterns, Isabelle and Alexander choose vulnerability over solitude. Together, they discover that true art—and true love—arises when two hearts light each other’s darkest moments.

One impulsive kiss to hide from an ex. One desperate contract to save a child. After a double betrayal by her boyfriend and best friend, Lyra impulsively kisses a handsome stranger in a grocery store to avoid being seen weak.That stranger turns out to be Lucas Thorne, a cold tech billionaire whose traumatized nephew Leo, has been silent since an accident. When Lyra is hired as Leo's specialist, the boy forms an unbreakable bond with her the only person who can bring back his voice. To ensure his son's recovery, Lucas proposes a one year marriage contract. But as Leo begins to speak and the fake family starts feeling real, Lyra and Lucas must decide if their marriage ends when the contract does, or if they're ready to admit that the healing wasn't just for the child it was for them too.

"Humans are only good for the table." That is how the immortal werewolf beasts see humans, as nothing more than food. For decades, mortals have been sold to werewolf packs, a gruesome practice that remains unbroken. In their savage beast forms, werewolves devour humans to increase their power. This horrifying ritual is one of their most feared and ancient traditions. Among the countless victims is a young nameless woman, enslaved by a wealthy and ruthless family. When she turns twenty, her bitter fate finally arrives. Her cruel master decides to sell her off to one of the most powerful werewolf packs as a sacrificial offering for their ritual. Four Alpha half-brothers await her, devastatingly handsome, wild, and irresistibly dangerous. These sexy hungry beasts are ready to devour her. ~~~~♡~~~~~ Original book owned by Sasha B. Welcome to my Dark Fantasies!

"Is it really so unbelievable that I would kiss you? That I want you?" he asks, the softness of his tone gliding its way across my skin. "Because I plan to do it over and over again." *** While working her job at an Inn, Akara is faced with a mysterious stranger, who blows in with the wind, followed by the terrible rumours that surrounds his name. A Hunter. A man who kills, and leaves no trace. Needing her invaluable knowledge, the Hunter kidnaps Akara, however, is intercepted on his journey, by an unstoppable force. A King. Instead of throwing Akara into a prison, the King makes a deal. She has freedom within his magnificent palace in return for her company. However, making a deal with a powerful man sinks her deep into his world, and the danger is possesses. And all the while, she must battle her feelings for the wrong man, and decide her fate.

"You'll fit in just right, Kelani. The kids here are as special as you are." "No, they are different." "You don't know how special you are at the moment, but you will soon enough, and thus, the school survived this long because of your birth." At only nine years old, Kelani killed her father, was cast into the dark, dirty basement by her stepmother, and was left to repent for all her transgressions by everyone in her household. Kelani endured bullying and scorn, and just when she thought it might not end, she received an invitation to Mystic Academy, known as The Academy for Freaks. Kelani believed all her problems would be solved when she arrived at the Academy, but that was just the beginning. Love came in various forms for Kelani, and there were three she desired the most. However, she couldn't possibly be mated to three powerful werewolves who also had their eyes set on her, could she?

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.