Yu-gi-oh Gx Jaden Vs Yubel の小説・ストーリー

Intrigue; something or someone who arouses curiosity or interest or fascination. For Grace Summers, Daniel Romano is the personification of that verb. A perfect stranger to have a perfectly wild one-night stand with, but he's definitely not the kind she wants in her life on a day-to-day basis. She has enough trouble as is, she doesn't need a rich playboy who can't take no for an answer. Intrigue; making secret plans to do something illicit. Oh, he has plans alright, and some of them can get him behind bars. Once Daniel has had a taste of the sensual beauty, he knows that once wasn't enough. And the plans he has for her....But God forbid, the stubborn woman is bent on keeping him from getting under her skin and her tight fitting corporate skirts. But, Daniel isn't a quitter. And the prim and proper Miss. Summers needs a few lessons in the bedroom on how to loosen up.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Werewolves do not exist. The mating bond is all a figment of fiction, they do not exist. That was what Darya thought too. But she is in for a lot of surprises. ***** Watching her father get killed was something Darya never thought that she would get over, not until a very long time. Well a few months later, her step mother sells her off the mafia Don who jhad her father killed - and that was when her life as she knew it started falling apart. As if being bought was not enough, the Mafia proposes to Darya that she becomes his fake bride for a year and seeing this as an opportunity to avenge her father, she agrees. But what if her father was not who she thought he was? What if the man she hated wasnt responsible for his death? What if she starts discovering deeper secrets like oh - the man is a werewolf? But worse, what if shse starts falling in love with the man she had vowed to hate?

Seven days before our wedding, Danny Wagner—my childhood sweetheart—got down on one knee for Mia Kant, the broke girl he'd been sponsoring. Right in front of me and his buddies. I didn't cry. Didn't lose it. Just slapped a smile on my face and said, "Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness." His buddies? Oh, they had the nerve to tell me to be generous and let Danny help Mia finish her "wish list." Danny, unsatisfied and ticked off, said I was overreacting and demanded an apology. Dismissive, he sneered, "I said I'd marry you after Mia's wish list was done. Stop being so unreasonable." I knew this was the last item on her list. I opened my notes app, scrolled to my wish list, and deleted all thirty-three bullet points. Done. Then I made a call. "I'm willing to marry you."

Alpha Claus Ellison, who has already betrayed me, goes ballistic the moment he smells another wolf's scent on me. Ironically enough, Claus is also seen embracing an Omega while kissing her passionately three days ago. He's capable of betraying me, his mate who has been with him for seven long years, and trampling all over my pride. But once I find myself another wolf to be with, Claus acts as though someone has dug his heart out. That night, he grips my wrists forcefully, his eyes all bloodshot. He's using so much strength that I think my wrist is about to break soon. "Please don't use this method just to get revenge on me…" As I look at the way Claus loses control of himself, I let out a chuckle all of a sudden. "Oh, this is just the start of my revenge."

I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain. I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm. I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this? “Oh, don’t worry, Lily. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl, “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to. “ When her mother got sick, Lily had no choice but to marry a man she never met. At that time she didn’t know Arthur Stark was not only beautiful but as cruel as the rumours said. Her husband is a cold billionaire involved with the mafia. He never touches anyone. Not even his own mate.

Past thirty, my usually serious husband suddenly developed a fascination with pink. The dark-colored furniture that had stayed the same for ten years was replaced with pink; even the utensils he picked up casually were pink. I stared at the line of pink pajamas, pink bow ties, and pink underwear hanging out to dry on the balcony, feeling something was off. "I thought you said you hated pink—that it was a color only women liked?" He was unpacking a new pink bed set and didn't even look up. "Oh, Jack and I made a bet. If I can replace everything in the house with pink, he'll give me his seaside villa for free. Honestly, after looking at it for a while, pink isn't that bad, don't you think?" I neither agreed nor disagreed. Instead, I called Jack, who blurted out, "What seaside villa? I don't remember ever buying one!"

On Valentine's Day, as my girlfriend, Christy Lawrence, and I stroll along a tourist hot spot, a photographer asks me, "Care to take a photo? Oh, you brought someone new again!" I brush it off as a joke, but Christy stops the photographer and says seriously, "He told me I'm his first girlfriend. How can you make up a lie like that?" The photographer snorts. "This young man here brings a different young woman with him to take a photo here every six months. I still have the photos to prove it!" He brings out his phone and shows us a photo of a couple—the man looks exactly like me. All of the surrounding tourists start eyeing me scornfully. I take my phone out and make a call. "Hello, I suspect that someone has stolen my identity. Could you please send a police officer over?"

After years together, we finally hit our wedding day. At the altar, Damien Huxley had the ring halfway on my finger when his old college crush from Francia called. The guy everyone swore loved me more than his own life? His eyes went red. Then he bolted for the airport. My hand froze midair. Then a stream of comments popped up in front of me— [Oh my god, guys! I just saw his old crush's profile pic—she looks exactly like the new cadaver donor at our school!] [No way. Don't freak me out. Keep that creepy comment away from me!] [Either they're twins, or you need glasses. Chill.] I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I knew about Damien's old crush—our college classmate. But I remembered one thing clearly. She was an only child...

Hunter, Vampire, Witch, Werewolf. Mateo took a step back when he heard a beat. A loud beat coming from his heart. He gasped and lifted his right hand to his chest. He felt it! He felt his dead heart beating back alive! How long has it been? 500 decades? No. 1000 decades? No. It has been 2000 decades since he was born with a dead heart. A chuckle came out from his mouth and then he erupted into a burst of laughter with tears running down his face. Oh! How he waited for this day! It took him a few minutes to calm down before he looks up from the floor. He took a slow step towards the cold-eyed enchantress in front of him. The seductive figure was the one who had been busy slaughtering a few of his clans. He stopped in front of her and bent down to her ears. “Mates, you’re mine!”