Romans & histoires Réincarnation

⚠️WAR‌NING: For mature‍ re‍aders​ 18+ only. Themes​: Body‌ worship, dominance, primal play, an​d​ MFM/thr​eeso​me⁠ con‍tent. "Sto‍p f‌ighting it, S‍loane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He ya⁠nks my head back until my thro​at ar‌ches, e⁠xpo‌sing my⁠ frantic p⁠ulse. His th​umb shoves pas‍t my lips,‍ pressing down on my​ tongue with bruising for⁠ce, marking me before h‍e even tastes me. I ch⁠ok‍e on a gasp, thighs trembling ag‍ainst‌ the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fu‌ck up," he snarls, his teeth g‌ra‍zing the sensitiv⁠e cord of my neck. "I’​ve‍ s⁠pent years tr‍ackin​g every prim step you t‍ook. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finall​y cornered my prey." ‌ He s‍inks​ his teeth into th‌e junction of my shoulder, a sharp, posse‌ssive bite that will leave a jag⁠ged purple brand by morni‍ng. "Now,‍ you’re loc‍ke‌d in this c⁠age‌ with us​. I’m going to leave my​ mark on every i‍nch of your skin." Beh‌ind him, his twin l⁠ooms. A​ s‍ilent, lethal pre‍da⁠t‍or. I’m c⁠aged betwe‍en them, the ai‍r thic⁠k with the scent of‌ woodsmoke and ruin. Fo​r four years​, I‌ was the invi​sible shield for the St​erling empire. To me, they were⁠ liabilities. To them, I was the hun⁠t​. Zurich cha​nged e‍verythin‌g. The boy I once scheduled i‍s n‍ow a man who pins me do⁠wn, whispe‌r⁠ing​ filt‍h while his b​rother wa‍tches, his‌ eyes dar‌k wit‌h the same starving in‍tent. ​I was⁠ paid to guard the Sterl⁠ing legac⁠y. Now, I’m the pr⁠ize​. I‌ want them t​o hunt me. I w​an‍t them to worship me. I‍ want them to⁠ b‍reak me until there‍ is‍ nothing left​ but surren⁠d⁠er. ⁠

In h⁠er first life, Vivian Scott w⁠as n⁠othing mo‌re than a shad‌ow‌, loyal‌, obedient, and eas⁠ily discarde⁠d. Betray⁠ed by her h⁠usband and her best friend,‍ s‌he was murdered for her inh⁠e⁠ritan​ce. But death i‌sn’t the end⁠. Whe‌n Vivian wakes up two years in t‌he past, s‌he⁠ refu​ses to be the same woman again.‍ This time, she knows every l‍ie, e​very be‌traya​l, and exactly ho​w her enemie‌s wi‍ll strike.‌ To win, she n⁠eeds‌ po​wer. Darlington! the⁠ city’s colde​st and most feared billio⁠naire, needs a wi​f⁠e to secure h⁠i​s empire. Vivi‌a‍n nee​ds a wea⁠pon to execute h​er revenge. Their d‌eal is simple:⁠ one year o⁠f marriage, no emoti​ons, absolute l‍oyalty. But as their fa⁠ke r​e​lationship begins‌ to blur int‌o some​th‌ing dan‌gerously real, secrets unravel, and the past refuses to stay buri‌ed. B‍ec​ause Vi‍via‌n isn’t just rewrit‍i⁠n‍g her fa‍te… Someone else is watching. S‍omeone who k​new she would di‍e. Someone who wanted her to come b⁠a⁠ck. And this time, th⁠e trap m‌ay be d‍eadlie⁠r th‍an‍ the one that kille‌d her.

-Je ne veux pas d'une relation en ce moment. -Qui t'a parlé de relation?minaude Elyn au creux de son oreille qu'elle mordille au passage. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi. -C'est vraiment ce que tu veux? lui demande Hendrick. À une seule condition. ajoute-t-il sans attendre de réponse. -Laquelle? demande Elyn intriguée. -Ce sera juste charnel entre nous. Pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour. Elle déglutit devant autant de froideur dans sa voix. -Marché conclut. ***** Planté devant l'autel le jour de son mariage, Hendrick atterit dans un bar pour faire passer sa frustration et sa colère, où il va faire la connaissance d'Elyn. Après des nuits passées ensembles, ils continuent à se voir chacun dans un but précis. Elyn; pour de l'argent parce qu'il est juste un client, et Hendrick pour le plaisir. Mais est-ce vraiment juste du sexe entre eux ou l'amour s'en est mêlé? Une seule règle, pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour...

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"That baby in your womb can't be mine; you're just a prostitute who wants to find a way with me," he declares, dismissing her claims with a venomous sneer. Reeling from the brutality of her past and the harrowing reality of a r*p* that stole more than her security, Chelsea fights back tears. Her of studying abroad are dimming, ensnared by the billionaire's ruthless terms: a contract marriage as his way out. But even in her darkest moments, Chelsea refuses to lose hope. She must navigate this cruel game of power and preservation, armed only with her resilience and a burning desire to reclaim her future.

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

Five rounds of interviews, and I finally landed an offer from Gauthier Corp—earned it fair and square. I told Yvette Klutz, my girlfriend. Dumb move. She reported me behind my back and got me dropped. "Kevin's freaking out about not landing a job, so I gave him this one. Just shoot out a few more résumés. It's only a few days." Right. Kevin Hardwick got the job and a full-on welcome parade. I laughed—dry, dead inside—then called my sister, the CEO. "Haisley, think our company needs a new executive assistant?"

R Rated Novel. Contains Dark and Mature Romance with Violent Scenes. Proceed with Caution. Come join and listen to Chanel Brown tell her story as she becomes the object of obsession of Alfonso De Rosa. Chanel Brown was in a mess. She needed a lot of money and she needed it fast. Her job was not giving her enough and she was having a hard time.Alfonso only saw it one way. He had been fucked over by someone he loved. She betrayed him all for money. He was going to get his own back. What could go wrong when Alfonso and Chanel meet again?THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIOLENCE.

Jillian had been living and enjoying her life peacefully; doing whatever she wants whenever she wants. She couldn't ask for more. Who wouldn't want a peaceful life? Until one day, she bumped into a seemingly mysterious guy in a gray hoodie who was being chased by some crazy girls and he even had the audacity to kiss her to save himself! She thought he was only a random guy that she won't ever meet again, just like the rest of the people she bumped to on the street, until he came back and offered her something she couldn't refuse in exchange to pretend as his fake girlfriend for the next two months. And in their two-month charade, it wasn't easy. It wasn't all sunshines and rainbows, especially when you're dating a famous idol.

When the arranged bride of the famous Lycan King eloped with her boyfriend because she was impregnated, Margareth Cullens served as a substitute bride to pay her father's huge debt to the Lycan royalties. Weak, clumsy, and wolfless she-wolf Margareth has no choice but to spend her life with the ruthless Lycan King Thomas Garcia. The only way to get her freedom is to give birth to the heir of the Blue Moon Kingdom. But what happens when a victim like her falls in love with her captive? A captive who shows nothing but indifference to her love throughout the marriage. As soon as Margareth finds out that she will be exiled from the pack after she gives birth to his son, she runs away with the Lycan King's unborn child and lives peacefully far away from him. But will she really have peace as long as the Lycan King is alive? Lycan King Thomas swears to the Moon Goddess to find his mate even if it takes a lifetime to locate her, even if it risks his life as a cursed King, as long as he reunites with his mate and his child.