Kiss Mark Tattoo

Sulit na sulit ang 7 days Sex Contract sa pagitan nina Frey at Warren 'Dark' Samaniego dahil hinabol-habol ng milyonaryo ang ordinayong babae na gaya niya. He offered her all the things in the world, maliban sa kasal. Na hindi niya kailangan dahil kapag natapos ang paghihiganti niya, may sarili siyang plano kung paano maglalaho sa buhay ni Dark. May lugar ba ang pag ibig sa mga pusong pagod nang masaktan?

THE BILLIONAIRE’S PROMDI WIFE Promdi pero palaban. Nang makilala ni Summer ang masungit, mayabang, matapobre at walang puso na si Lyndon Santiago, hindi siya nagpatalo dito. Nagpaalam agad siya pagkatapos ng tatlong araw na bakasyon sa townhouse nito kahit pa nangako ito na tutulungan siya sa napakabigat niyang problema. Pero hindi siya nito pinayagang umalis. Sa halip, sumama ito sa probinsya nila sa Quezon Province at ‘nanilbihan’ sa kanya gaya ng ordinaryong binata dahil gusto raw nitong ‘maningalang-pugad’ sa kanya at itama ang lahat. She fell in love with him fast and—hard. At siya rin ang nag-suggest dito kahit fake na kasal. Handa rin siyang bigyan ito ng anak kahit singdami ng isang basketball team sa Pilipinas kahit na siya ang talo sa huli at walang kasiguruhan. May reward ba si Kupido sa tulad niya na buong puso kung magmahal? ******* Matindi ang sumpang tumama kay Lyndon unang beses pa lang niyang nakita si Summer: Wild sex. Pure lust. Burning passion. Higit sa nararapat. Walang oras na hindi siya nagnanasa sa probinsyanang dalaga. Nawalan ng saysay ang  personal niyang dahilan  kaya wala siyang tiwala kahit kaninong hampaslupa. Iba si Summer. Her name fits her personality. Para itong nagsasalitang konsensya kapag nagkakamali siya. Malupit ang  karmang dumapo sa kaniya. Pero maliban sa kailangan niya itong malahian kaagad, wala na siya ditong ibang pakinabang. Sa mundong pinakamahalaga ang pera, may puwang ba si Summer sa tabi niya? **** AUTHOR'S NOTE: Isinulat ko po ang novel na ito, 6 years ago. Unfinished sa ibang app dahil naging busy. From second pov, inilipat ko sa first pov ngayon kaya humihingi ako ng pasensya sa 'ako' na nagiging 'siya'. Please, bear with me. Salamat po. 😍❤️‍🩹🔥

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

BLURB She followed her friends to a nightclub during a festival in Monaco—a faraway country where the rites of royalty brought together princesses from every kingdom, including hers. Lyriana was a 25-year-old royal from Callista... and she had never even had her first kiss. That changed the night she met a charming British-accented stranger. One kiss turned into one night, and she lost her virginity. By morning, he was gone with no traces. Months later, she discovers she’s pregnant. Desperate to find him, she returns to the hotel over and over again, but reality dawned on her. She was left to bear the consequences alone. But the man from that night wasn’t a stranger. He was the Crown Prince Alaric of Ardonia—Callista’s longtime rival. And worse, he’s betrothed to a noblewoman in a political alliance that cannot afford scandal. Now, everything is at risk. The throne, her baby...and her heart. Will the palace accept her? Will he claim the child? Will love defy royal duty?

He pinned me against the wall. His voice, a low growl in my ear. “You’re trembling, little bird. Fear? Or something else?” His hand burns against my skin. “Your brother would kill me for this... but look me in the eye. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you weren’t wet the moment I touched you.” At twenty-one, Elara Stark thought she’d finally escaped the Vipers’ world of blood and leather. Six years later, after her father's murder and her fiancé's betrayal, she's back, only to be trapped under the watch of her brother's Enforcer, Knox. Knox has been secretly obsessed with Elara for years. The girl he once knew is gone, now stands a woman, broken and vulnerable in a way that awakens something dark and possessive in him. He is everything that goes against the moral core and peaceful life she craves, and she knows he's dangerous, but she simply can't resist the temptation. But there's a catch– a rule, no romantic relationship with a Viper or Vipers' families, failure to abide means instant death for the club member. When Elara's pain forces them into a forbidden kiss, the rule doesn't stop them. Will this crushing secret be the final thing to destroy them both? Read to find out what happens when you crave the one thing that will end you.

Drei Tage vor meiner Markierungszeremonie steckte jemand das Brautmodengeschäft in Brand, während ich drin mein Zeremonienkleid anprobierte. Alpha Marcus ließ den Brandstifter ins Rudelgefängnis werfen und verurteilte ihn zu der härtesten Strafe, die unsere Gesetze zuließen. Ich lag im Krankenhausbett, mein Körper übersät mit Verbrennungen dritten Grades, und wollte gar nicht richtig aufwachen, weil die Realität meiner Entstellung immer mehr auf mich einstürzte. In meinem halbbewussten Zustand hörte ich, wie Marcus mit der Heilhexe des Rudels sprach. „Alpha, wir können sie mit der alten Magie immer noch vollständig heilen. Wenn wir länger warten, wird Sarah diese Narben lebenslang tragen! Du willst doch nur, dass Miss Rachel an der Markierungszeremonie deine Luna wird. Das ist unmenschlich!“ „Sie soll die Narben behalten. Ich werde für sie sorgen, solange sie lebt, aber wenn sie geheilt wird, macht sie bestimmt Ärger bei der Zeremonie.“ „Ich habe Rachel versprochen, dass ihr Kind mit allen Ehren ins Rudel aufgenommen wird. Nur wenn Sarah völlig entstellt ist, wird sie dankbar genug sein, Rachels Kind wie ihr eigenes großzuziehen. Die Narben sind notwendig – so wird sie sich niemals trauen, das Kind schlecht zu behandeln.“ In der dunklen Ecke des Zimmers, wo niemand hinsah, lief mir eine Träne über die verbrannte Wange. Das war also die Wahrheit. Die Markierungszeremonie, von der ich immer geträumt hatte, war nichts als eine Lüge. Das Band, nach dem ich mich so sehr sehnte, sollte zu meinem Todesurteil werden. Wenn es so sein sollte, dann würde ich ihm geben, was er wollte.

Jazzlyn had been pretending as Camille, her best friend after she agreed to stand in for her on a blind date with Kevin because Camille was in love with someone else. It was only a one-time favor, but it turned into a complicated relationship. She believed she had everything under control not until she had a one night stand with a stranger, who turned out to be Erwan Alvarez—the CEO of Alpha Holdings Group she was working on, and Kevin's cousin. No matter how hard she tries to avoid him, Erwan seemed to know her secret. Later, Jazzlyn found that she was pregnant with Erwan’s child. Even worse, Camille revealed that the man she liked was actually Erwan. Jazzlyn was left unsure of what to do when the father of her child was set to marry her best friend.

¡ADVERTENCIA! ¡Contenido de mayor de edad aquí! ¡Libro para adultos! Este libro está clasificado para mayores de 18 años; hay muchas gratificaciones sexuales, esclavitud, violencia y odio que pueden hacerte sentir incómodo en todo momento. Leer bajo su propio riesgo. ******* El rey Lucien la odia más que a nada en el mundo, porque es la hija del rey que mató a su familia quien lo esclavizó a él y a su pueblo. La hizo su esclava. Ahora, él es su dueño y la hará pagar todo lo que su padre le hizo con espadas. Y su padre hizo mucho. Lo convirtió en el rey poderoso pero dañado, un monstruo. Un rey que lucha contra la locura todos los días. Un rey que odia —ODIA — ser tocado. Un rey que no ha dormido bien en los últimos quince años, quien no puede producir un heredero para su trono. Oh, él la hará pagar. Pero, de nuevo, la princesa Danika no se parece en nada a su padre. Ella es diferente a él. Demasiado diferente. Y cuando se propuso hacerla pagar, estaba obligado a descubrir cuán diferente es ella de su padre. ********* Un amor que surgió de un odio profundamente arraigado. ¿Qué tiene exactamente el destino reservado para estos dos? ¿Estás tan interesado en este viaje como yo? Entonces, abróchate los cinturones de seguridad. ¡Vamos a dar un paseo lleno de aventuras!

Barbie Coles, orphaned by tragedy, faces betrayal and hardship. Desperate to care for her little brother, she takes a difficult job. Mark Jordan, a wealthy and indifferent man, enters her life. Their worlds collide, and secrets come to light, threatening Barbie's fragile stability. Will Mark's discovery of her job ruin their connection? Can Barbie find acceptance in Mark's family, and will the truth about her parents' death destroy her world?

"You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna." . . A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets... . . “Oh, Rosy,” Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. “Do you remember?” “What?” she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking. He leaned closer to her ear. “That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body” Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. “Let me go, Santos. I don’t want you anymore.” she lied. Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and throatily. He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, “That’s not what your body is saying, darling.”