Don T Cross The Line

🔥 TRIGGER WARNING: Explicit sexual content ahead. 18+ only. 🔥 “Fuck, this is wrong,” he snarls, sweat dripping from his collar onto my breasts as his thick, veiny cock slams into my soaked pussy, each thrust a wet, filthy slap off the office walls. I clamp down hard, every slick ridge dragging fire through me, and gasp against his stubbled throat, “That’s why it feels so good.” Exiled to a small Italian town after a sex-tape scandal torched her father’s career, Lilith Black was meant to vanish. Instead, she strides into Saint Raphael’s in a white dress and targets the one man she can’t touch. Father Damien Cross is devotion incarnate—until the confessional booth becomes her weapon. She sees the killer beneath the collar and craves him anyway. He knows she’ll ruin him, but the monster inside is already clawing free. When ghosts from his blood-soaked past resurface, Lilith must decide if Damien is worth the inferno. Some temptations are worth burning for. Some sins are too delicious to resist.

Am Vorabend unserer siebzehnten Hochzeitsplanung schwor mir mein Mann, der Mafia-Boss, dass die Zeremonie diesmal ungestört bleiben würde. „Diesmal verspreche ich es dir, Vicky.“ Seine Stimme klang ernst. „Ich habe Klara gesagt, dass sie morgen selbst zurechtkommen muss – selbst wenn der Himmel einstürzt.“ Das Baby in meinem Bauch war bereits im fünften Monat. Lorenz und ich waren seit drei Jahren zusammen, ich war im fünften Monat schwanger, und dennoch hatte nicht eine einzige Hochzeit stattgefunden. Denn zuvor hatte er die Hochzeit bereits sechzehn Mal abgesagt. Jedes einzelne Mal wegen seiner Ziehschwester Klara. Beim ersten Mal behauptete sie, Fieber zu haben. Noch im Brautkleid wartete ich die ganze Nacht mit Lorenz im Krankenhaus – nur um festzustellen, dass sie lediglich eine leichte Erkältung hatte. Beim zweiten Mal klagte sie über Herzprobleme. Lorenz ließ mich stehen und rannte zu ihr. In Wahrheit saß sie gemütlich beim Nachmittagstee mit Freundinnen. Beim dritten Mal sagte sie, sie hätte Angst vor dem Gewitter. Mitten im Ehegelübde ließ er mich allein – vor allen Gästen. Aber diesmal war alles anders. Vor drei Tagen war ein Brief aus Nordmark angekommen. Mein Vater, der Don der Familie Delbrück, hatte persönlich eine Einladung zur Rückkehr geschickt. Wenn Lorenz mich zum siebzehnten Mal wegen Klara im Stich lässt, werde ich für immer verschwinden.

Angela becomes Kyle’s hidden pet for saving her grandma. He owns her body until he is bored that. But Angela want to break free from the bound when she finds out he actually has settled the future wife. “He just thought I am the plaything so it’s no sense to mess around.” “We’re over, Kyle.” Angela tells the Kyle with confirmation. “No. Without my permission.” He said coldly. Kyle Alexander is her boss in the day but her master in the night. When Angela tries to break free, Kyle pulls her back, declaring his dominance not just in the office but in her heart. As she fights to escape his control, he refuses to let go: "Employee resigns when her boss isn’t good enough. Last night, didn’t I serve you well enough?" Now trapped between love and power, can Angela reclaim her freedom, or will she surrender to the Kyle who owns her body and soul?

"And if they take me?" His eyes were burning embers of wrath. "Then I will burn the whole damn world to get you back." **** Bianca Fiori has never backed down from a fight. But she faces her toughest opponent yet in the image of her new stepbrother, the don of the entire Italian mafia, who is intent on stoking the fire between them and seems to trigger a burning desire for him in her. Andre DiMarco has never met a single person that pushed his buttons the way his new stepsister does. With a deadly enemy knocking on his door, the last thing he needs is a rebellious airhead to look after and the undeniable desire welling in his stomach at the sight or thought of her is not helping matters. It's not long before they give in to their lust and passion, playing a lethal game where they go at each other's throats in public but tangle in the sheets behind closed doors. With secrets, lies, betrayal and an impending mafia war, things are quickly becoming a bloodbath. When his enemies realize just how soft a spot he has for his new stepsister, they begin to come for her. And Bianca is about to find out just how far her stepbrother will go to protect what's his

Six teenagers, each born with strange alien abilities, make their way to an mysterious academy to find answers to their heritage. Only to discover that their heritage may threaten the planet they love The story starts with six teenagers. Each recently finding out that they were born half human and half alien. The teenagers are invited to the mysterious Zen Academy, an institution that is kept secret from the rest of the world. There they meet the alluring Chancellor Thorne, the pure alien head master that informs the teenagers they are safe and her true desire is to help them control and understand their strange abilities. This, however, is her biggest lie.The teenagers soon discover that many of the students that fail the training portion of this Academy have started to go missing and the true colors of the good Headmaster begin to expose themselves. As teenagers escape the clutches of Zen Academy, they gradually we find out the Chancellor's true motives and the depths she will sink to achieve them. Despite their conflicting personalities, the teenagers must come together not only for their survival but also for the fate of the world. They are dangerous. They are threatening. They are The Ominous.

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…

Matapos mamatay ang tanyag niyang amang si Elias Y. Alison, kilala bilang isang magaling na paranormal expert sa bansa. Ipinasa kay Entice Y. Alison ang responsiblidad na ituloy ang tradisyon ng kanilang pamilya sa pagtataboy at pagpuksa ng mga masasamang espiritu. Ngunit sa kawalan niya ng kakayahan makakita ng mga hindi nakikita ng normal na tao, naging isa siyang "parang normal lang expert" kung saan nang loloko siya ng mga tao para sa pera. Hanggang sa isang chinese family ang nakabisto sa kanilang modus kaya ngayon nabaon sila sa utang na 200 Million. Dahil sa utang na iyon napilitan siya pumunta sa isang sinumpang Haunted Mansion kung saan niya makikilala si Acezekiel Asmodeus, isang Incubus na nag alok sa kanya ng isang deal, deal kung saan ipapagamit ni EYA ang katawan niya kay Acezekiel kapalit ng pag kalaban nito sa mga kaluluwang kailangan niyang mapuksa. Maibalik kaya ni EYA ang reputasyong nasira niya at paano niya mababayaran ang 200 million na utang niya?

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

I was with Don Massimo for five years. The whole time, he never hid his favorite: Cara. His driver’s daughter. The man who took a bullet for him. He called it paying a debt. Like a fool, I bought it. He gave her jewels. Fast cars. He even bought her a goddamn island. Three days before the wedding, I found out he'd moved the venue. Not to my family's estate in Sicily. But to the island. Her island. His excuse? Cara was claustrophobic. Couldn't handle a big indoor wedding. I was done. Three days later, the wedding happened on that island. But the bride was a no-show. Massimo was publicly humiliated. He tore the city apart looking for me. That’s when he found out. He thought he was marrying me. Instead, I married his greatest enemy. Nikolai Volkov. The Godfather of the Russian Bratva. He ditched Cara. He ran to my family's estate and waited. Seven days and nights. With flowers, a ring, and a whole lot of begging.

Kan kujadikan dia wanita yang paling sempurna dan bahagia di dunia ini, melindunginya seumur hidupku ,mencintainya tanpa syarat dan alasan. "Darren Cakra Jaya". Kenapa harus aku ? Aku tak pantas untukmu , perbedaan kita sangat jauh dan terpampang nyata.. caramu memperlakukanku seperti hanya aku lah satu satunya di hidupmu .. sejujurnya aku takut ,aku sudah terlalu jauh jatuh kedalam duniamu.. aku sadar diri aku ini siapa ... Biar aku yang menahan rasa sakit ini ,kau tak perlu tahu. "Diantha Laluna Izzara".