sleet kitten

“Is that a threatened kitten?” he asked, amused, What? I snapped at him, pissed, “No, Asshole. If it were, you would already be dead,” I added, feeling the bolting rage rising within me. “Oh…” he smirked as he traced my jaw with his thumb, “I’m starting to like you more and more,” he said with a devilish grin, I froze in place, “Oh really? Well, too bad, ‘LUCIAN,’ cause I don’t give a fuck,” “Hahaha, you’re hilarious Mira,” he spat out as he took a seat on the mattress, I moved backward, staying far away from his reach, His eyes remained on me with every step I took. I turned angrily, “Is there something you want, husband?” And asked irritated, “Yes, in fact, there are a lot of things I want. But why don’t you start by explaining to me what you meant by ‘your man?’ huh?” he asked, and this time I could see the seriousness in his eyes, even when he tried to hide it. What will Mira do after four years of returning home, only to find out that she was traded off by her own father? A secret they kept hidden from her. Contracted: Love in the Shadow" Narrates a story filled with family betrayal and a passionate romance that totters at the edge of danger and desire. Will Mira be taken over by the darkness within her, or will she find the strength with love by her side to overcome the challenges that threaten to break her?

Adler Hayes Vergara may be an easy-going, responsible, calm, and collected Executive but he is a drunk mess when stressed and a man who isn't ready for commitment and responsibility, thinking that he should keep the ball rolling while he's still free from the engagement arranged by his family. But one rainy day, a woman appears on his doorstep, soaked and pale like a stray kitten, introducing herself as his fiancée!

“Is there something I can help you find, love?” His rich, smoky, slightly accented voice made it hard for me to concentrate. “I…uh. I…I was w-wondering w-where the c-coffee maker was.” Was that my voice? Since when did I sound like a sultry sex kitten? I slowly looked up. I was met with his intense baby blues and once again my body, the treasonous bitch, reacted to him. It took all I had to swallow and don’t think I missed for one second the way his eyes followed my natural body function. This man was sex incarnate and if I was being forced to cohabitate with him I was going to have to be extra careful. “I don’t drink that shit.” His mouth pulled to the side in his trademark smirk. “Then what’s in that?” I point to his mug. “It’s tea.” He said, trying not to smile. “Close your mouth, love. Unless you want me to put something in it?” He whispered in my ear.

Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him.

“I don’t belong to YOU, Maverick.” “Kitten, you’ve been MINE the second you stole my attention.” *** Him crossing paths with me was no accident. Falling in love with him was never part of my plans. It happened almost immediately. Maverick Quinn was like a dream come true. He entered my life like lightning in the darkest parts of my nightmares. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, craving his touch more than my lungs craved air, knowing he was slowly becoming my weakness. Flawed by my past, he brought out the worst and best of me without trying. But Maverick has a secret and everyone knows that secrets hold immense power.

" Be careful kitten, I can make you scream but not of pain but of maximum pleasure but you will have to beg for it kitten!" he said as he yanked my hair making my neck exposed to him and my back at the cool surface adding to the shivers I felt down to my spine from his effect of his breath on my bare neck, he smiled at the effect he was having on me. Amelia grew up hearing horrible and horrifying things about the Alpha king, the alpha of the alphas and detested even the mention of his name. Being an Omega Amelia didn't bother much of her life, she just wished for a mate that would accept her and take her away from the misery of being an Omega, her prayers for sure were answered. Alpha Liam never wanted a mate, he saw mates as a weakness. After several years on Earth he was certified that his mate might be already dead or his wish had been granted, little did he know the universe had other plans for him.

" What.. what are you doing..I am supposed to give birth to your child only..." Silvia whimpered lowly, pleasure building on the pit of her stomach. " hush, Kitten! It's mandatory to stay happy during pregnancy...I am just doing my duties..", he whispered back with a sinister smile, pushing his fingers inside her wetness slowly. Being the daughter of the werewolf hunter, Silvia Stuart had to choose a secretive life after her father's death. Away from the werewolf shadows, Silvia, the eighteen year old beauty wanted nothing but a decent life. Everything was going well until one night Alpha Seth King broke into her life as a nightmare. Killed by her hunter father, Seth wanted nothing but to avenge his mate's death. In the spare of her life, Seth offered her a deal to be his surrogate. A journey started from destined enemies, could they find their path or some unexpected secrets were bound to destroy them together?

"You think you can run away from me huh?" His cold voice sent shivers down her spine as she swallowed and shifted from him, not expecting to see him in a place like this. She thought she was finally free from the monster. "Listen to me kitten, you're going to get the hell out of this pack and stay right where you belong! In my pack, in my room deep inside you and hearing those delicate moans of yours!" He growled possessively and yank her body off the door. **** She made a deal with a Lycan King and fled for her life when she was auctioned to be killed by his people due to a past that affected the pack. But he found her again and swore to make her life more excruciating.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” he warned, his eyes cold as he watched her hand slowly trace his exposed abs. The corner of her lips quirked up, and then she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and then lapped at his ear slowly and sensually. In a split second, she was flipped over and then pinned to the wall. “You asked for this, Kitten.” His emotionless face finally changed as he revealed a scorching gaze that surprised her. She wanted to protest, but it became a gasp when she realized his hand had crept beneath her gown. His hand began to move, and her gasp soon changed into moans. His other hand had never let her neck go as he squeezed tighter. “That’s right! That is what I want to hear. Since you asked for it, I’ll make you moan till your voice is no more and you have reached your limit. Even then, I won’t stop.” Jasmine was plus-sized, but she was happy because she had a fiance who she believed loved her, a step-sister who could die for her, and loved ones who treated her like a princess. Well, that all changes when her fiancee dumps her at the altar after body shaming and scamming her of all she had. To worsen things, she finds him in bed with her step-sister. Left with no one, as even those she believed to be her loved ones deserted her, she supposedly committed suicide. Three years later, she turns up at her step-sister’s and ex-fiance’s wedding, looking astonishingly different. As if that weren’t enough shock, she suddenly declares that she isn’t back for her ex-fiancee but his gorgeous hunk of a father. And to their utter disbelief, he accepts her proposal.

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.