Licántropo Novels & Stories

Entrada la noche, me encontré con la hija del dueño en la tienda de artículos eróticos, con la luz apenas encendida. Se estaba complaciendo a sí misma. Tenía los ojos vendados, las piernas abiertas sobre el sillón tántrico, cada una apoyada en un brazo del sillón, perdiéndose en el placer. Hasta que el sillón falló. Se retorció hasta ponerse colorada, incapaz de soltarse, y tuvo que pedir ayuda. —Ayúdame... Me agaché y pasé los dedos por sus muslos, sus pantorrillas y la cara interna de sus muslos. —No te muevas. Este sillón es complicado. Necesito revisarlo bien primero. —Por... por favor. La observé ir del pudor al deseo, hasta que se quebró y dejó de luchar. —Dámelo. Dame todo lo que tienes. En ese instante, desde afuera llegó el sonido del dueño al abrir la puerta. La empujé detrás de los estantes. Ahí descubrí una muñeca de silicona idéntica a ella.

Gunnar Hámundarson is brutal, ruthless, and cunning. His pack, is no different. They have little compassion for others and have zero tolerance for the weak. Gunnar and his warriors have made a reputation for themselves all over the world. A strong and heartless reputation. As the leaders in Mercenary work, they are not to be taken lightly. But when their Luna is finally discovered, that reputation is threatened. Will Gunnar side with his pack or with the mate that nature intended for him to have? Vanessa Hanes has never had a family of her own and her time is up for being adopted. Her 18th birthday has finally arrived, marking the end of her stay in the group home. But Vanessa has a plan. Her and her bestfriend, have high hopes for the future. Can they make it on their own, will they even get the chance?

I was about to kill my mother's murderer…until he almost killed me first. As the daughter of a respected policeman, justice burned in my blood. I watched my mother die at the hands of a Mafia Lord. And I swore to make him pay. But when I confronted Don Theron, I didn't expect to be wrapped up in his arms, his grip choking life out of me. “Say your last prayers, princess,” he growls, tightening his grip like the devil he was. I struggled, I gasped for air, my heart raced but there was no saving from this doom. I thought I was done for. But then he let me go. But my freedom wasn't a gift, it came with a heavy price–a gruesome curse. In a twisted deal with my father, the man who murdered my mother became my husband. Now, every morning I wake up beside a monster who's cloaked in charm, secrets and control. My soul still burns for vengeance, his soul thrives on possession. And with every day that passes by, I wonder… Will I ever make it out of here alive?

Spoil~ “ชะ..ช่วยด้วยค่ะ ใครก็ได้ช่วยด้วย” เมื่อจวนตัวจนทำอะไรไม่ได้แคทร้องตะโกนเรียกขอความช่วยเหลือจากคนแถวนี้ลั่น พร้อมน้ำตาเอ่อออกมาคลอเบ้าด้วยความกลัวสุดขีด ตี๋ยกมือขึ้นอุดปิดปากหญิงสาวไม่ให้ส่งเสียงดังออกมา “เงียบ” “อื้อ..อ่อย ช่วยด้วย” แม้จะถูกปิดปากไว้มันก็ไม่ได้ทำให้ความพยายามเอาตัวรอดของเธอลดลงได้ ยังคงส่งเสียงร้องอู้อี้ออกมาอย่างต่อเนื่อง “ไอ้เสือเอาผ้าออกมาโปะสิวะ รอให้คนแห่กันมาก่อนรึไง” “…..” ครั้นได้ยินคำพูดของเล้งเสือก็รีบหยิบผ้าสีขาวซึ่งพับทบกันขนาดพอดีมือที่โปะยาไว้ออกมาจากกางเกงยีน เขาเดินไปดึงหญิงสาวที่พยายามดีดดิ้นขัดขืนมาจากอ้อมกอดเพื่อน “พี่เสืออย่าทำอะไรแคทเลยนะ ปล่อยแคทไปถะ..อื้อ!”

Maya Romero was finding her own way with her best friend and her boyfriend, but one day all that disappeared when Maya discovered that her best friend and her boyfriend were secret lovers. Lost in her grief, she unwittingly walked into a room where a Greek god was impatiently waiting for a woman to enjoy a night full of sex. But Maya never imagined that she would never leave the room she entered by mistake and that her life would take a huge turn when she discovered that the Greek god to whom she had given her virginity was closer to her than she thought and that he was not who he appeared to be.

Olivia had only one goal when she started high school and was transferred to Clover High: she wanted to be popular and stand out not only academically but also in extracurricular activities. She wanted to be a part of the popular crowd so she wouldn't have to go through the ordeal she went through in elementary and middle school. Her stepsister Zoey, who adores her, discovered that she is the bullies' favorite prey. Olivia despised Zoey at school and hid the truth about her true relationship with her until she could. Worse, Olivia became one of Zoey's bullies. How far will Olivia can conceal the truth about herself and Zoey? How far will Olivia can hide her true self and ignore her growing feelings for her stepsister? ~*~ P.S. This is LGBTQIA+ themed story. (Girl's Love | GirlXGirl) If you are not comfortable reading this kind of genre, please don't proceed.

When I was ten years old, I sold my mother to human traffickers. My father calls me an ungrateful monster, a devil. He sues me 99 times, but each time, I am found not guilty because I am under 14. In the end, on his way to bring my mother home, he is beaten to death by the men in that village. 20 years later, my younger sister finally brings our mother—now unable to walk and mentally unstable—out of the village. She starts a livestream and breaks down in tears. "I beg the internet to put my devil of a sister on trial. Don’t let her get away with this! She destroyed my family. I will make sure she loses everything!" But only I know… My mother deserves it.

—Papacito, ¿no tienes algo largo y duro por ahí? ¿Me lo prestas un ratito...? En pleno paseo de primavera con mi hija, su mejor amiga se me acercó de pronto, con las mejillas encendidas, a pedirme esa clase de cosa. Estaba sentada en el pasto frente a mí, y abrió las piernas de par en par. —Hay bichos en el pasto y se me metieron por la falda, qué picazón... Papacito, ¿no tienes un palito por ahí? Ráscame poquito, por favor. Al ver ese cuerpo voluminoso y tentador, esos muslos blancos como nieve, se me encendió la sangre. Aproveché que mi hija no estaba viendo y me bajé los pantalones. —¿De qué te va a servir un palito? Aquí te va algo mejor.

Pelican Bay Security is full of hot former Navy SEALS, a small costal town in Maine (with a crime problem), and a group of Bakery Girls waiting to cause trouble. When I moved here to set up a new security company as a fugitive recovery specialist, I didn’t plan to find my next-door neighbor breaking into her aunt’s house. I also didn’t expect the random henchmen harassing her for diamonds she insists she doesn’t have.Tabitha is running from an ex-boyfriend, and I desperately want to help. As a former Navy SEAL I have the skills to deal with almost any idiot willing to give his girlfriend a black eye. Her lies, drama, and ex-boyfriend catch up with her and it may not be something I can handle on my own. I just hope if things turn violent, we both come out alive.A fun, humorous romantic suspense series from USA Today bestselling author, Megan Matthews!#explicit #Suggested age 18+Pelican Bay Security is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Dante Falcone schleuderte mir die verdammten Scheidungspapiere zum sechsten Mal vor die Füße und zwang mich, meine Unterschrift darunterzusetzen. Diesmal kämpfte ich nicht mehr dagegen an. Er ließ den Füller langsam sinken. Für einen Augenblick wurde es so still im Raum, dass selbst die Luft schwer wirkte. Seine dunkelbraunen Augen ruhten auf mir. Kalt. Durchdringend. Als wollte er mir die letzten Reste meiner Seele aus dem Körper reißen. „Warum bist du diesmal so fügsam, Sophia?“ Seine Stimme war leise, doch darin lag diese gefährliche Schärfe, die ganze Männer zum Schweigen brachte. „Oder ist das wieder eines deiner kleinen Spielchen? Vergiss nicht, wer du bist. Frau Falcone.“ Ich zog den Rubinring von meinem Finger. Das Zeichen der Donna dieser Familie. Damals, auf Sizilien, hatte er ihn mir angesteckt, als er um meine Hand anhielt. Jetzt legte ich ihn langsam auf seinen Schreibtisch. Auf dieses Stück dunkles Holz, das schon Blut, Geld und gebrochene Schwüre gesehen hatte. Meine Stimme blieb ruhig. So ruhig wie die eines Menschen, der innerlich längst gestorben war. „Nein, Dante. Ich bin einfach nur müde.“ Ich sah ihm direkt in die Augen. „Deine Welt ist mir zu laut geworden.“