icarly carly and freddie

I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes....

She fought to catch her breath as she took in her mates. They looked satisfied and —fuck if she didn't feel satisfied. “I can't believe I did that.” She whispered softly to herself but they heard her. “Oh, that was just the beginning, dolcezza. When you are ready to have us, we will fuck you so hard that you would feel the soreness in between your legs for days.” Callan said with a smirk. *** **Trigger warnings: This is a dark werewolf/vampire romance book. Containing steamy, erotic scenes, multiple men, filthy languages, bdsm, kinky group sex and more** Claire Evans got the biggest shock of her life when she found out that she was mated to two Alphas. It has never been heard of in the history of werewolves. Claire spent most of her life as the omega of her pack. They were treated like trash by the high ranked pack members and their Alpha. She dealt with insecurities for years, until she found her mates. Callan and Cameron, the twin Alpha of the dark moon Pack. They were known as cold and ruthless, killing anyone without remorse. They had always wanted one mate from a young age and the moon goddess finally granted their wishes. But will they succeed in pushing her out of her comfort zone? But they are left in shock when they find out that their mate wasn't who they really thought she was. She had her darkest secrets too. A secret she had never told anyone, including her mates. A secret that has haunted her all her life. She was a hybrid. Not just two but three species. Werewolf. Witch. Vampire. But she gets an even bigger shock when she finds out that her vampire side has a mate.

Zayden rejected his mate to marry the daughter of another powerful alpha in his past life. It was supposed to be a treaty of harmony, but it stabbed him in the back anyway. Now, a thousand years later, born again as the Alpha, he's given another chance to do things right this time. But there’s a twist. An intervention of the moon goddess herself. This time, she’s created the mate bond so strong that it would be easier for Zayden to end himself than reject the mate chosen for him. But he cannot accept a Healer as his mate either. In their world, powerful healers are rare to find. They are born out of the pack. As humans. Sterile. And mostly male. But Dhara is an exception. And she is impossible to be claimed.

Kraius Montreal is a certified womanizer. He fucks and run. He love virgin girls and innocent. He enjoys life and the perks of it. Until, an arranged marriage came.. Everything is f**k up! Writers Note: Mature Content. Read at your own risk. @sheinAlthea

Alpha Greval Vresso thought he had left the past behind. But when a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to his late wife appears out of nowhere, Alpha Greval world is turned upside down. As memories long buried resurface, he finds himself drawn to the mysterious woman, unable to shake the feeling that there is more to her than meets the eye. He soon discovers that her appearance is not a miracle, but a sinister plot for revenge. As he delves deeper into her past, he uncovers a web of lies and deceit that threaten to ruin everything.

Liam and Julie were in war. He was an arrogant, sexy post-graduate student in science. She, was her unfortunate project teammate. They hated each other. At least that's what they thought.

UNFINISHED MISSION He works for the law. She work against the law. He's the definition of a gentle man. She's hot and dangerous. His brains works like an Alien. She's just a perfect con artist. Women are like a distraction to him. She detest men. Call him Dennis brownstone. She's scarlet Roland Just one mission brought them both together. What is the mission and why was it unfinished?

a male hybrid (vampire/witch) who is also a Vampire hunter meets a female hybrid who is werewolf/vampire and his mate, they decide to start a pack consisting of other Hybrids, rejected mates and other creatures who have no where to go, (witches, vamps, wolves, cats) they must learn to survive and keep their pack in tact in a world where they must keep their secret from humans and keep safe from the council who wants them all dead

PHOEBE - Holy mother of craps! I had lost my virginity to the college’s bad boy, Asher Gilbert. And, he told me it meant nothing to him. He told me to get lost! ********* ASHER - All my life till now, no one had ever intimidated me. Not anyone. Not my dad, nor the school principal… Not those street gangs… lastly, not the mafia. But this strange girl— a Maserati shows up. Making me urge to brand her, as mine. ********** “Why are you like this to me?” “What do you mean?” “Why are you so dismissive but save me, every time I land in trouble?” He didn’t reply that. Instead, he sighed, crunching the plastic bottle in his hand. He threw it in anger to the other side of the room. Then he approached me. I took three steps back, timidly. His intimidating gaze dropped towards mine. He didn’t stop until the back of my head contacted the wall. Only then did his both hands angle at the sides of my head. My eyes immediately gorged at his hard-on. Flash backs of the night we had together immediately ran through my brain. The only thing I could think of was the way my mouth was wrapped around him. His Adam’s apple swallowed numerous times, making me wonder what he thought of. It was like one of those scenes of movies. Like he was in a battle with himself. But the question was, what was he so protective about? Why didn’t he like making conversations with females? “I’m never gonna change, Phoebe. Remember that,” ********* What is worse than drunken one-night-stand, with the college’s bad boy? Or a cold treatment thereafter? However, one pregnancy changes it all. In this love so wrong, can they ever make things right?

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.