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---The game between Alpha and his Huntress mate--- ---Who can be the final winner?--- ---Who loses her/his heart in the game?--- “You know you never told me why you had those numbers,” Rogan said, “Do they mean something special?” “We get them assigned, but I was able to decide mine,” I said. “Oh? Why 110 then?” Rogan kept asking. I smiled a little, and Rogan looked at me confused. “It … it was my father’s number,” I said. “I … I wanted to honour him, you know. Rogan squeezed my hand and I looked up at him and smiled. “You were a great hunter,” he said. “But now you need to be a great Luna.” ______________________________ Her number is 110, her name was rarely used. But she indeed has a beautiful name, Serena. Serena lost her family at a very young, she hated all of the werewolves who ruin her life. When she was sent to kill the most powerful Alpha Rogan, Serena didn’t have any hesitation, Alpha Rogan must be killed. Alpha Rogan caught the most unexpected prey, his mate, a little huntress. To deal with her was much more difficult than killing his enemies with blood. He knew she hated him and he himself should stay away from her. But he just couldn’t, he wanted his mate so much and never wanted to hurt her.
"Are you sure you want this?" She nodded unable to speak even if she wanted to, her brain so overloaded with lust. My brain must be malfunctioning too, I can't believe I am breaking all the rules by taking her now, before the games. Taking her this way could result in my own lashing or worse. I knew the rules, but any punishment would be worth having her. "I need to hear you say it beautiful." "Yes, Lucas please take me." Her voice is borderline begging, I can smell her sweet arousal perfuming the room. It’s like my body refuses to stop even though I know I should. ---------------------------- Captured and taken far from her home along with fifty other women, she is thrust into a whole new world. Leaving her beloved hometown and familiar life, she entered an unknown adventure, but she was attracted by two dangerous men. Their similar eyes looked at me with desire and love, and I was lost in this erotic game. Who's my partner? I seem to feel the burning gaze. His pupils dilate and my mouth goes dry with the contact. Why am I so drawn to these two men, men who took me and will probably hurt me? Why do I suddenly feel safe when their eyes are on me? I have officially lost my mind. *Warning: this book contains strong, sexual content and strong language.*
I can’t believe it started with him. Before he was just my boyfriend’s brother, he was the guy who stole my breath the moment we met. If only he’d taken off that ring, a ring that clearly meant nothing to him. “If only you’d made a move, things would be so different.” I’ve tried to keep my distance, respecting boundaries, but watching him suffer in silence is driving me crazy. I steal moments with him, little glimpses and fleeting touches, moments that make it impossible to forget him. “Why can’t I get him out of my head?” Then, everything shatters. I leave his brother. I leave them both. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Suddenly, he’s my client, and it’s my job to make his business a success, to keep him happy. He doesn’t know how much that last part terrifies me. “He wants me. He’s always wanted me. Should I have been his from the start?” Now, I’m with someone new, someone who thinks he’s my future. But his brother is back, threatening to unravel everything. The moment he reappears, I feel the tension, the unresolved longing. “I can’t let him close again. Can I?” He’s willing to risk it all for me, and I’m torn. Because deep down, I know I might be willing to risk everything too.
*"I have wanted to fuck you raw the moment I laid eyes on your naked body."* "W-who a-are you?" She gasped her face one of complete innocence. "I will be asking the questions." His voice echoed throughout the room. She tried to push him off which resulted in him spinning her around effortlessly and pushing her face-first into the wall. The towel that covered her body fell away from her and she gasped, tears forcing their way out. Thomas leaned into her body to restrict any movement. He wasn't proud of it but his body was reacting to her. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "In my house?" "I-I w-was invited here..." ***** Avril Stock strives to have her parents not treat her as some dim-witted fool. She was eighteen for heaven's sake. Most kids at sixteen were sent out in the world but not her. She had to be born to overly strict parents who even at her age ruled her life with iron fists and unbreakable opinions. Until she comes to this man's house, all principles will be broken... Thomas Lynne is known in the mirrored world for his prowess as a professional spy working for a covert organization. He is the man they call when all else fails, so tactful and certain are his techniques. He is resourceful, detached, and most of all merciless. Not be lured by any woman but only using them as an anecdote for his frequent urges, why does the outwardly shy Avril Stock affect him? Maybe it was her carefully concealed temper and sharp wit. He didn't want to mention her soulful honey-colored eyes that widened to illustrate just how innocent she really was. Her coming under his roof could only spell trouble... Book One of "Assassins Can Love Series"
Sierra always knew that Eric didn't love her as much. Their love was just a transaction. When his lover returned, he gradually stopped coming home, and Sierra stayed in the empty room, spending countless nights without him. Later on, she waited for a check and his goodbye. When they met again, she had another man by her side. Eric said with red eyes: "Sierra, I was the one who pursued you first." "Mr. Howard, it was also you who initiated the breakup! If you want to date me again, you might have to wait in line..." The next day, Sierra received a transfer of billions of dollars along with a diamond ring attached to it. Mr. Howard knelt down on one knee and said: "Miss Adler, I would like to cut in line."
Ciara Smith, an unyielding and self-assured woman who has meticulously charted her life's course, unwittingly crosses paths with Brian Salter. The latter is a brazen, cocksure ladies' man, seemingly the embodiment of every female's secret longing, but Ciara remains utterly unfazed. Fueled by a thirst for revenge, he proffers a signed pact. This isn't a trifling offer; it could be the key to alleviating her father's astronomical surgical costs. Might this contractual liaison be a serendipitous quirk of fate? Will it serve as a stepping stone or a stumbling block? And does Ciara possess the mettle to vanquish the hurdles that this unforeseen twist tosses into her lap?
He is my daddy's friend and I am so damn crazy about him. ----------------------------------------------------- “Do you want your daddy's friend to touch your little pussy?” He asked, yanking my head back and I nodded. “Words,” he commanded, the power radiating from his voice sent shivers down my cunt. “Please, I need you to fill my pussy with your dick.” I begged breathily. “Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and showing him my glistening wet pussy. _______________________ After spending one sensational night with a stranger she met at a bdsm club, Abigail Laurent never thought their part will cross again. Few months later, she met him again at her daddy's dinner party. She accidentally found out she had fucked her father's mafia friend. He is the mafia Don. She wants him and he wants her as well. But will their flame of love burn the boundaries of forbidden shackles?
She was kidnapped when she was a child, raised by an organization and as a young woman sold as a sex slave to a Mafia Boss. Hades a son of business tycoon and who happens to be a Mafia Heir. what will happen if the two of them collide? A Mafia heir and a childish slave.
Samantha never had the chance to meet her birth mother, who died a few years after she was born. Her aunt had always taken care of her. Up until recently she never thought she would know her father, but that would all change in the span of a few days. It had been 4 months since it happened, but what she didn't know is that it wasn't over yet! A Young CSI in a big city. Revenge, Suspense, Love. Everything you want in a crime novel and more.
I closed my eyes, deepening the rhythm of our kiss, savoring every response from Mikayla. Feeling welcomed, my lips began to trail down to her neck, and my hand slowly moved up, brushing against her warm, smooth thigh. Mikayla squirmed slightly, her voice dripping with temptation. "You really know how to make me lose control..." She writhed again, responding to my kiss more wildly, making my heart race. We could no longer hold back, though the occasional knocking on the bathroom door interrupted our moment. "Heh, is someone there? We need to use the bathroom!" someone outside knocked again, sounding irritated. I chuckled softly, glancing at Mikayla whose face had already turned red. "Looks like we need somewhere... more comfortable." She just gave a playful smile, her eyes half-closed, lips slightly trembling. Without hesitation, I led her out of the bathroom and into the hotel room I had reserved. There, undisturbed, we let ourselves be consumed by burning desire. Every touch felt so real, so alive. The little sounds she made were like a beautiful melody, pulling me deeper into the moment. Sweat began to trickle down her body, but I didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. Her silky hair felt like strands of soft silk in my fingers. We explored different positions, as if we were limitless, until exhaustion finally crept over me. My stomach and thighs started to ache, but I felt content, as if the beauty of this moment outweighed any fatigue. Mikayla was still slightly drunk, but that only fueled my desire further. I kissed her again, my hands gently squeezing her body, and she moaned softly, her voice like a sweet song echoing in my room. "Ah..." she sighed again, her breath heavy yet full of passion.
---The game between Alpha and his Huntress mate--- ---Who can be the final winner?--- ---Who loses her/his heart in the game?--- “You know you never told me why you had those numbers,” Rogan said, “Do they mean something special?” “We get them assigned, but I was able to decide mine,” I said. “Oh? Why 110 then?” Rogan kept asking. I smiled a little, and Rogan looked at me confused. “It … it was my father’s number,” I said. “I … I wanted to honour him, you know. Rogan squeezed my hand and I looked up at him and smiled. “You were a great hunter,” he said. “But now you need to be a great Luna.” ______________________________ Her number is 110, her name was rarely used. But she indeed has a beautiful name, Serena. Serena lost her family at a very young, she hated all of the werewolves who ruin her life. When she was sent to kill the most powerful Alpha Rogan, Serena didn’t have any hesitation, Alpha Rogan must be killed. Alpha Rogan caught the most unexpected prey, his mate, a little huntress. To deal with her was much more difficult than killing his enemies with blood. He knew she hated him and he himself should stay away from her. But he just couldn’t, he wanted his mate so much and never wanted to hurt her.
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"Are you sure you want this?" She nodded unable to speak even if she wanted to, her brain so overloaded with lust. My brain must be malfunctioning too, I can't believe I am breaking all the rules by taking her now, before the games. Taking her this way could result in my own lashing or worse. I knew the rules, but any punishment would be worth having her. "I need to hear you say it beautiful." "Yes, Lucas please take me." Her voice is borderline begging, I can smell her sweet arousal perfuming the room. It’s like my body refuses to stop even though I know I should. ---------------------------- Captured and taken far from her home along with fifty other women, she is thrust into a whole new world. Leaving her beloved hometown and familiar life, she entered an unknown adventure, but she was attracted by two dangerous men. Their similar eyes looked at me with desire and love, and I was lost in this erotic game. Who's my partner? I seem to feel the burning gaze. His pupils dilate and my mouth goes dry with the contact. Why am I so drawn to these two men, men who took me and will probably hurt me? Why do I suddenly feel safe when their eyes are on me? I have officially lost my mind. *Warning: this book contains strong, sexual content and strong language.*
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I can’t believe it started with him. Before he was just my boyfriend’s brother, he was the guy who stole my breath the moment we met. If only he’d taken off that ring, a ring that clearly meant nothing to him. “If only you’d made a move, things would be so different.” I’ve tried to keep my distance, respecting boundaries, but watching him suffer in silence is driving me crazy. I steal moments with him, little glimpses and fleeting touches, moments that make it impossible to forget him. “Why can’t I get him out of my head?” Then, everything shatters. I leave his brother. I leave them both. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Suddenly, he’s my client, and it’s my job to make his business a success, to keep him happy. He doesn’t know how much that last part terrifies me. “He wants me. He’s always wanted me. Should I have been his from the start?” Now, I’m with someone new, someone who thinks he’s my future. But his brother is back, threatening to unravel everything. The moment he reappears, I feel the tension, the unresolved longing. “I can’t let him close again. Can I?” He’s willing to risk it all for me, and I’m torn. Because deep down, I know I might be willing to risk everything too.
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*"I have wanted to fuck you raw the moment I laid eyes on your naked body."* "W-who a-are you?" She gasped her face one of complete innocence. "I will be asking the questions." His voice echoed throughout the room. She tried to push him off which resulted in him spinning her around effortlessly and pushing her face-first into the wall. The towel that covered her body fell away from her and she gasped, tears forcing their way out. Thomas leaned into her body to restrict any movement. He wasn't proud of it but his body was reacting to her. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "In my house?" "I-I w-was invited here..." ***** Avril Stock strives to have her parents not treat her as some dim-witted fool. She was eighteen for heaven's sake. Most kids at sixteen were sent out in the world but not her. She had to be born to overly strict parents who even at her age ruled her life with iron fists and unbreakable opinions. Until she comes to this man's house, all principles will be broken... Thomas Lynne is known in the mirrored world for his prowess as a professional spy working for a covert organization. He is the man they call when all else fails, so tactful and certain are his techniques. He is resourceful, detached, and most of all merciless. Not be lured by any woman but only using them as an anecdote for his frequent urges, why does the outwardly shy Avril Stock affect him? Maybe it was her carefully concealed temper and sharp wit. He didn't want to mention her soulful honey-colored eyes that widened to illustrate just how innocent she really was. Her coming under his roof could only spell trouble... Book One of "Assassins Can Love Series"
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Sierra always knew that Eric didn't love her as much. Their love was just a transaction. When his lover returned, he gradually stopped coming home, and Sierra stayed in the empty room, spending countless nights without him. Later on, she waited for a check and his goodbye. When they met again, she had another man by her side. Eric said with red eyes: "Sierra, I was the one who pursued you first." "Mr. Howard, it was also you who initiated the breakup! If you want to date me again, you might have to wait in line..." The next day, Sierra received a transfer of billions of dollars along with a diamond ring attached to it. Mr. Howard knelt down on one knee and said: "Miss Adler, I would like to cut in line."
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Ciara Smith, an unyielding and self-assured woman who has meticulously charted her life's course, unwittingly crosses paths with Brian Salter. The latter is a brazen, cocksure ladies' man, seemingly the embodiment of every female's secret longing, but Ciara remains utterly unfazed. Fueled by a thirst for revenge, he proffers a signed pact. This isn't a trifling offer; it could be the key to alleviating her father's astronomical surgical costs. Might this contractual liaison be a serendipitous quirk of fate? Will it serve as a stepping stone or a stumbling block? And does Ciara possess the mettle to vanquish the hurdles that this unforeseen twist tosses into her lap?
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He is my daddy's friend and I am so damn crazy about him. ----------------------------------------------------- “Do you want your daddy's friend to touch your little pussy?” He asked, yanking my head back and I nodded. “Words,” he commanded, the power radiating from his voice sent shivers down my cunt. “Please, I need you to fill my pussy with your dick.” I begged breathily. “Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and showing him my glistening wet pussy. _______________________ After spending one sensational night with a stranger she met at a bdsm club, Abigail Laurent never thought their part will cross again. Few months later, she met him again at her daddy's dinner party. She accidentally found out she had fucked her father's mafia friend. He is the mafia Don. She wants him and he wants her as well. But will their flame of love burn the boundaries of forbidden shackles?
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She was kidnapped when she was a child, raised by an organization and as a young woman sold as a sex slave to a Mafia Boss. Hades a son of business tycoon and who happens to be a Mafia Heir. what will happen if the two of them collide? A Mafia heir and a childish slave.
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Samantha never had the chance to meet her birth mother, who died a few years after she was born. Her aunt had always taken care of her. Up until recently she never thought she would know her father, but that would all change in the span of a few days. It had been 4 months since it happened, but what she didn't know is that it wasn't over yet! A Young CSI in a big city. Revenge, Suspense, Love. Everything you want in a crime novel and more.
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I closed my eyes, deepening the rhythm of our kiss, savoring every response from Mikayla. Feeling welcomed, my lips began to trail down to her neck, and my hand slowly moved up, brushing against her warm, smooth thigh. Mikayla squirmed slightly, her voice dripping with temptation. "You really know how to make me lose control..." She writhed again, responding to my kiss more wildly, making my heart race. We could no longer hold back, though the occasional knocking on the bathroom door interrupted our moment. "Heh, is someone there? We need to use the bathroom!" someone outside knocked again, sounding irritated. I chuckled softly, glancing at Mikayla whose face had already turned red. "Looks like we need somewhere... more comfortable." She just gave a playful smile, her eyes half-closed, lips slightly trembling. Without hesitation, I led her out of the bathroom and into the hotel room I had reserved. There, undisturbed, we let ourselves be consumed by burning desire. Every touch felt so real, so alive. The little sounds she made were like a beautiful melody, pulling me deeper into the moment. Sweat began to trickle down her body, but I didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. Her silky hair felt like strands of soft silk in my fingers. We explored different positions, as if we were limitless, until exhaustion finally crept over me. My stomach and thighs started to ache, but I felt content, as if the beauty of this moment outweighed any fatigue. Mikayla was still slightly drunk, but that only fueled my desire further. I kissed her again, my hands gently squeezing her body, and she moaned softly, her voice like a sweet song echoing in my room. "Ah..." she sighed again, her breath heavy yet full of passion.
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