Ámame Una Vez Más

El viejo comandante de un grupo de mercenarios decide retirarse y ocultar su verdadero nombre. Pero cuando su esposa lo reprende debido a la pobreza por la cual estaban atravesando, enojado decide revelarle a todos su verdadera identidad. Esto atrae como moscas a la leche a numerosas mujeres de todas los indoles sociales, para llegar a tener algún chance con él, lo cual sorprende enormemente a su esposa.

I got hurt and lost consciousness on the battlefield. When I woke up after a three-day coma, I suddenly wanted to pull a prank on my mate. “Who are you?” When I saw my mate freeze, I wanted to laugh, but he suddenly saluted. “Miss Selena, I’m your comrade, Galeis.” He then pointed at his brother. “He’s Leonore, your mate.” I froze. Leonore stepped forward. “Yes, I’m your mate.” I forced out a smile. “Take me home, then.”

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

~ ALISTAIR ~ I hate him. There’s no point in admiring what you can’t be. I hate his sharp tongue, his smug smirk, the way he looks at me like he already knows how this ends. I don’t like men. Calvin Rutledge is a problem. A problem I can’t ignore. A problem that’s in my face, under my skin, unraveling me one smirk at a time. But the worst part? I want him. And he knows it. Now, every glance burns, every touch lingers, and every fight makes me crave the one thing I swore I’d never want—him. A man. A know-it-all who plays by his own rules. I was never supposed to want him. And yet, here I am… falling. __ ~ CALVIN ~ I know his type. Rich. Arrogant. A cocky football star who thinks the world revolves around him. Alistair Morano is all that—and more. My sworn enemy. My reluctant project partner. My ‘boss’. He thinks I’m just another nerd he can push around. Cute. But here’s the thing—he’s the one being played. By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the strings, it’ll be too late. Because he’ll be mine. Mine to tease. Mine to break. Mine to ruin. And when he finally falls? I’ll be right there, waiting to catch him, just to break him all over again.

Elliot Carter never loses. Not to his father. Not to anyone. And definitely not to the infuriating 'golden' boy who suddenly moves into his house. When Elliot’s father marries Asher Brooks’ mother, his already broken world cracks even more. Asher is everything he despises—calm, disciplined, admired by everyone at university. The kind of guy who smiles like he has nothing to prove. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Elliot thrives on pushing buttons. Asher refuses to be provoked. Their fights are sharp, personal, and relentless, until one night, anger turns physical… and something far more dangerous ignites between them. A line is crossed that neither of them can uncross. Asher refuses to feel guilty. Elliot refuses to admit he wanted it. Now they’re trapped under the same roof, and the more they try to hate each other, the more dangerous the attraction becomes. Because this isn’t just rivalry. It’s obsession. And when control becomes the weapon of choice, someone is bound to break. The only question is... Who will break first?

En la manada hay una regla de oro: el heredero Alfa nunca debe tener a una humana como compañera. Pero César Oliveira, el Alfa, rompió ese juramento y me marcó. Para estar conmigo, desafió al Consejo de Ancianos sin pensarlo, recibió noventa y nueve latigazos y fue condenado a arrodillarse frente al altar durante tres días y tres noches. Aunque su camisa estaba hecha trapo por la sangre, me sostuvo la mirada y me regaló una sonrisa. —Alicia, no tengas miedo, solo te quiero a ti. Al final, el consejo cedió y aceptó que nos fuéramos, pero a cambio, César debía dejar un heredero de linaje puro para la manada. Desde ese momento, la palabra que más escuché de su boca fue: "Espera." La primera vez, me pidió que esperara porque necesitaba que otra loba quedara embarazada. Así fue. Se acostó con Gloria... hasta que ella esperó su primer cachorro. La segunda vez, me pidió que esperara una vez más, porque esa vez fue una cachorra, y el consejo se empecinaba en que tenía que ser un cachorro. Así que volvió a acostarse con Gloria innumerables veces, hasta que ella quedó embarazada de un cachorro. Justo cuando pensé que, por fin, la espera había llegado a su fin, esa cachorra, recién bautizada, ingirió acónito por accidente. Todos asumieron que yo había sido la culpable. Cuando me metieron en esa cámara de congelación, a veinte grados bajo cero, César estaba en la puerta, con los ojos inyectados en sangre. —Te dije que esperaras... —me lanzó una mirada fría, tan helada que me quitaba el aliento—. Sabes lo que significa el veneno de lobo para nosotros, ¿por qué le hiciste daño a mi cachorra? ¡Qué locura! Sentí un tirón en el pecho, como si me hubieran arrancado el alma. Mis uñas se hundieron en la palma de mi mano, y no sentí dolor. Cuando la puerta de la cámara se abrió de nuevo, abrí mi mano, que estaba bañada en sangre. Esta vez, no esperaría ni un minuto más.

Mia Thomson, una estudiante de instituto de dieciocho años, se queda desconsolada cuando se entera de que su novio de toda la vida se ha enamorado de su mejor amiga. Abrumada, sufre un colapso y la llevan de urgencia al hospital. Allí se encuentra inesperadamente con Shawn Mandez, director general de Beats Corporation, que necesita urgentemente un cónyuge. A pesar de su difícil situación, Mia decide ayudarle, sólo para que él le conceda el divorcio inmediatamente después de firmar su certificado de matrimonio: "Haré que mi asistente personal te envíe los papeles del divorcio", pronuncia fríamente el director general, que no es un hombre de muchas palabras. Justo en ese momento, un elegante Maybach negro se detuvo frente a ellos. Sin dedicarle a la chica ni una segunda mirada, el semidiós se introdujo en el lujoso coche, que pronto desapareció de su vista. Mia se quedó de piedra.

Mis propios padres me llevaron a los tribunales, donde el juez, usando la tecnología más avanzada, extrajo nuestros recuerdos para que un jurado de cien personas dictara sentencia.

EZREN: Kiss or kill. Those were always the two options left.. until the past walks back into my life in the form of blue eyes, ginger curls, and a tattoo he swears I should remember. Knox Graye. A diagnosed psychopath. Says he was my brother’s boyfriend. That I left him to die and that I hold the only truth to his death. He is everywhere. Digging up my lies. Ruining what’s left of my life. Call me ‘Cherry’ like it means something. I swear I hate it. I hate him. I don’t know if he wants closure, revenge, or just someone to break. Either way, I’m his target and his third option. KNOX: Everyone thinks I’ve got a loose screw in the head but they're wrong. I lost the whole damn toolbox, buried six feet under with the only person I ever loved. I've spent six years grieving. Dying in pieces while he rots away in a grave but now? Now someone else walk around in his bones, smiling with his lips like he fuckin’ owns it. Like I wouldn’t recognize my own goddamn Cherry. Except now he calls himself Ezren. Cute. He thinks he has been hiding behind top grades and golden-boy charm, but I built his whole damn maze. And now that he's close? I’m done with subtlety. I want chaos in his veins, his secrets peeled off like skin. I want to crawl into the part of his head where he still hears his brother’s laugh and whisper: “You were always mine." He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to dismantle him. Brick by fucking brick. And when he finally breaks, I’ll be there to offer him a choice. “Kiss or kill, Cherry?”

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