The God Of Football

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

Vampires, Shifters, and Demons oh my!Dive into the wicked world of paranormal pleasure, and all the sinful desires these amazing men create. From steamy stolen kisses to mind blowing moments behind closed doors this collection has a little bit of everything in store for you.Creatures of the Night Paranormal Collection is the beginning of a continuous series of different stories that will take you to worlds you never could have imagined. Choose to take a ride with the headless horsemen, or sell your soul to the devil— the choice is yours to make.But just be careful, because within the shadowy corners of this domain lay the vampires and shifters waiting to sink their teeth into their next prey. Even though it’s in the most erotic of ways.Creatures of the Night is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Irina was a witch, but she didn't know she was one or the fact that she was spellbound. Until one day, she met an attractive mysterious man. He showed her true origin to her. He also claimed that he was from the future and told her that her mother was an evil queen and was wrecking a havoc in his land, the only one who could stop her evil mother was her. What Irina will do? Will she believes him and go to the future with him?

The Helan family is one of the wealthiest noble families in the Silvania, Vampire Society. They are renowned for their elegance and glory. The Helans are the wealthiest family before the Royal Blood, the Xavantras. Celare Hikari Helan, the youngest child of Helan family was mocked by her own kind and her own family. Celare grew into a naturally gifted and enticing young woman. No one can resist her allure, but Celare's beauty is useless because of not having her mate in the age of 1430 years old. Celare Hikari Helan was popularly called "The First Mateless Vampire" and was named "laughingstock of their own kind." Celare, who is obsessed with finding her mate, murders anyone who insults her mate, leaving no choice Celare to flee Silvania due to the shame and trouble she is causing her family. When Celare Hikari left Silvania, she met a young lady who helped her the moment Celare arrived in human realm. Celare, who had been lost and found by the young lady, decided to follow the mysterious lady wherever she went. The question is, will Celare willing to break another taboo by falling in love with someone other than her mate? or will Celare not take the risk and just destroy everything for her unnamed mate? What is the reason of Celare not having her mate?

"It was a cold winter's night as I walked home. A simple night, until it crossed my path: a wolf almost ten feet tall, with huge teeth and fur as black as the darkness. I never believed in fairy tales, but this was no hallucination, not even a misunderstanding. It was something I couldn't explain. And even less so when this creature turned out to be more like the man I loved than I could possibly realize. At that moment, I discovered that even in the most unlikely situations, we can feel pleasure. Even though he was a wolf, I could feel that my feelings wouldn't change, even if it meant my life would be turned upside down in a new world, involved in a war, and with creatures I didn't know existed."

Askara Banyu Manggala atau kerap disapa Aska, merupakan leader geng motor bernama Rekals. Cowok tampan dengan segala tingkah konyolnya itu dikenal sebagai sosok yang humoris dan penyayang, terlebih dengan Elin-sang kekasih. Namun, siapa sangka, di balik sifat humorisnya itu Aska menyimpan banyak luka. Lantas, bagaimana cara ia menyembuhkan diri dari luka yang menyeretnya pada takdir yang rumit tersebut?

Have you fallen in love with someone who doesn't even care about you, or, let's say, the guy who knows you and you're existing in his world that is full of anger, coldness, and darkness? Bryl Nigel is a COLD, EVIL, and POSSESSIVE heartrob at our university. A lot of students in our university describe Nigel as COL.E.POS, short for COLD, EVIL, POSSESIVE. Lahat ng gusto nya ay nakukuha nya kahit daanin nya sa dahas at kung may humadlang tiyak ikay ka-ka awaan. However, sa kabila ng kanyang ugali. Maging "COLD, EVIL, POSSESSIVE" pa kaya sya once na nakatapat nya na ako? I am the queen bitch, and he is an evil prince. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED|I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.