britney winters

Der kalte Wind heult über die Nördliche Wildnis, und Louis Calvin zieht seinen Wolfsfellumhang fester, während er allein auf einer Eisklippe steht. Als Sohn eines Herzogs wurde er unter dem Vorwand des 'Pionierruhms' in diese ewig gefrorene Wildnis geworfen. Als er dachte, er sei in einer Sackgasse, aktivierte sich das Tägliche Intelligenzsystem: [Siebenunddreißig eisgebundene hungrige Wölfe lauern im südöstlichen Tal und planen einen Überfall auf das Territorium heute Nacht.] [Bei Tagesanbruch wird die Leiche eines Alten Gottes aus dem Eissee auftauchen, wobei sein Herz die Göttlichkeit des Winters bewahrt.] [Die Kirche des Goldfinken wird dich als Gotteslästerer bezeichnen, und der Heilige Flammen-Ritterorden hat sich zu einer Nordexpedition aufgemacht.] [Eine Flut von Untoten wird über den Kontinent hinwegfegen, wobei die Zahl der Menschen auf weniger als eine Million schrumpft.] ...

„Fick, fick, fick“, stöhnte er, während sein Schwanz wieder und wieder pulsierte und eine schier endlose Menge Sperma tief in mich hineinpumpte. „Du melkst mich leer, Gefährtin, nimmst jeden verdammten Tropfen.“ Der Knoten hielt uns aneinandergebunden, und ich konnte ihn immer noch hart und pochend in mir spüren, während er weiter pulsierte und mich füllte. Mein Bauch fühlte sich gedehnt an, so voll war ich von seinem Schwanz, seinem Knoten und seinem Sperma. „Kannst du es fühlen?“, flüsterte er an meine Lippen. „Kannst du fühlen, wie viel ich dir gebe? Wie sehr ich dich fülle?“ „Ja“, wimmerte ich. „Es ist so viel. Ich bin so voll.“ *** Weihnachten sollte magisch sein, doch für Rosie Martinez wurde es die Nacht, in der ihre Welt unterging. Eine grausame Wette. Ein virales Video. Ein Verrat, der ihren Ruf in Trümmern zurückließ. In dem verzweifelten Wunsch, wieder atmen zu können, flieht Rosie in eine ruhige Bergstadt, in der niemand ihren Namen kennt. Sie hatte nicht mit ihm gerechnet. Jude Winters, Eishockey-Kapitän, zukünftiger Alpha des Winters-Rudels und der Fremde, der sie im Schnee gerettet hat. In dem Moment, als er sie berührte, wusste er es. Gefährtin. Seine. Für immer. Rosie hat keine Ahnung, was sie für ihn ist. Keinen Schimmer von der übernatürlichen Welt, die unter dieser gefrorenen Stadt verborgen liegt. Sie spürt nur, wie ihr Körper in seiner Nähe erwacht … und wie er sie ansieht, als wäre sie die einzige Frau, die er je gewollt hat. Doch als ihre Vergangenheit in ihre friedliche Beziehung kracht und die eine Person bedroht, die ihm etwas bedeutet, reißt Judes Beherrschung. Und Rosie erfährt die Wahrheit: Wölfe sind real. Gefährten sind vorherbestimmt. Und sie gehört ihm. Und Jude Winters wird die Welt niederbrennen, bevor er zulässt, dass ihm jemand sie wegnimmt. *** Mittlerer Slow Burn mit sehnsuchtsvollem männlichen Hauptcharakter Knotting Claiming Gefährten-Raserei und Brunft Beachte die Trigger-Warnungen. Die Protagonistin ist eine Plus-Size-Frau, die wegen ihres Körpers unsicher ist, aber im Laufe der Geschichte lernt, sich selbst zu lieben.

"Joder, joder, joder", canturreó mientras su polla palpitaba una y otra vez, bombeando lo que pareció una cantidad infinita de semen en lo más profundo de mi interior. "Me estás dejando seco, compañera, llevándote hasta la última puta gota". El nudo nos mantenía unidos, y podía sentirlo todavía duro y palpitante dentro de mí mientras seguía pulsando y llenándome. Mi estómago se sentía distendido de lo llena que estaba de su polla, su nudo, y su semen. "¿Puedes sentirlo?", susurró contra mis labios. "¿Puedes sentir cuánto te estoy dando? ¿Cuánto te estoy llenando?". "Sí", gemí. "Es tanto. Estoy tan llena". *** Se suponía que la Navidad era mágica, pero para Rosie Martinez, se convirtió en la noche en que su mundo se acabó. Una apuesta cruel. Un video viral. Una traición que dejó su reputación en ruinas. Desesperada por volver a respirar, Rosie huye a un tranquilo pueblo de montaña donde nadie conoce su nombre. No se lo esperaba a él. Jude Winters, capitán de hockey, futuro Alfa de la Manada Winters y el extraño que la salvó en la nieve. En el momento en que la tocó, lo supo. Compañera. Suya. Para siempre. Rosie no tiene idea de lo que es para él. Ni idea del mundo sobrenatural que se esconde bajo este pueblo helado. Solo siente la forma en que su cuerpo despierta a su alrededor… y la forma en que él la mira como si fuera la única mujer que ha deseado. Pero cuando su pasado irrumpe en su pacífica relación, amenazando a la única persona que le importa, el control de Jude se quiebra. Y Rosie descubre la verdad: los lobos son reales. Las compañeras están predestinadas. Y ella es suya. Y Jude Winters quemará el mundo antes de permitir que alguien se la lleve. *** A Fuego Medio-Lento con Protagonista Masculino Anhelante Anudamiento Marcaje Frenesí por la compañera y celo Revisa las advertencias de contenido. La protagonista femenina es una mujer de talla grande insegura con su cuerpo, pero a medida que avanza la historia, aprenderá a amarse a sí misma.

Blair Collins is a senior in high school with a long history of causing trouble. She is quite frankly over high school and just looking to have a fun time for her last year when an unexpected change happens at her school, a new and extremely attractive statistics teacher. Ms. Winters graduated at only sixteen and started teaching this year at the age of only twenty-two. Blair instantly takes a liking to her and accidentally wanders into her lawn drunk after a party one night. When both Blair and Ms. Winters start to develop a liking for one another will boundaries be crossed or will forbidden love prevail? It would seem that depends heavily on who finds out and how long their relationship can be kept secret. *** She rolled her eyes turning me on even further "I think we both know this was bound to happen either way." "How do you figure?" I questioned slowly taking another sip of my drink She smiled confidently "Well Alice, I'd say there's been sexual tension between us from the moment I walked in for my first day of statistics, wouldn't you agree?" She was right "No." *** R18 Rating NO SEXUAL CONTENT IN THE FIRST TEN CHAPTERS CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT THROUGHOUT REST OF BOOK *** [[Word Count: 69,000-70,000 words]] Written By Morgan Giglio Cover designed by sammoham on Fiverr

After the death of Shen Lianxiu, his beloved disciple, the sect leader Ling Xiuyuan closed his doors, his heart, and his sword. Years passed in silence. One winter, a quiet servant arrived. He should have been a stranger. But he wasn't.

The Prince and the Pack: Redpaveley’s Gilded Vow ​One is a fallen prince of the High City; the other is the silver-haired heart of the wild. ​Drayan was never meant for the mud and mist of Redpaveley. An exiled vampire prince with a dark past and a heart of obsidian, he expected to live out his days in lonely silence. But his father, Drac, has other plans—a forced marriage contract with the most cheerful, dangerous girl in the village: Wolfie. ​Wolfie is everything Drayan isn’t—warm, wild, and the daughter of the Alpha. She’s the light that threatens to melt his icy walls, but in a world where vampires and werewolves are natural enemies, their "union" is a spark in a powder keg. ​When the High City comes to claim their "Key," and the "Angel" snobs try to tear Wolfie down, Drayan must reveal the raw, muscular power he’s been hiding. He isn't just a city boy playing house; he is a protector who will break every bone in the High Council to keep his bride safe. ​In the flash of the lens and the heat of the full moon, a new legend is born. Will their forced bond become the revolution the world needs, or will the secrets of the High City burn Redpaveley to the ground?

TEN WINTERS LEFT Winter came first. The dead were just what followed. When the world collapses under endless snow, starvation becomes the rule long before the infected appear. Cities freeze. Crops fail. Roads vanish beneath ice. And those who survive learn quickly that warmth is rarer than bullets. Told through the eyes of a young man who endures ten brutal winters, Ten Winters Left is a grim, intimate survival story where food is currency, trust is dangerous, and death often arrives quietly. The infected roam the white silence—some mindless, some intelligent, some worse—but they are not the greatest threat. The cold is. As companions come and go, bonds form under impossible conditions. Love grows where it should not. Faith fractures. And every winter takes something that never returns. There are no heroes here. Only people who last—until they don’t.

She fell into his world by accident. He's been waiting two centuries without knowing it. When a human girl teleports into the demon realm, she expects claws and teeth and darkness. Instead, she finds a king who hasn't let anyone close since his grandmother's funeral—one hundred years ago, give or take a decade. He is winter itself. Distant. Untouchable. A throne shaped like a wound. She is the opposite. Too loud. Too bright. The kind of person who smiles at strangers and stays when she should run. Golden retriever energy in a kingdom of wolves. He pushes. She stays. He glares. She laughs. He says nothing. She sits beside him anyway. But she doesn't know what runs in her blood. Doesn't know about the brother she never met—the one who shares her face and carries his enemy's name. Doesn't know the real villain never truly died. Only waited. Only watched. Only pulled strings from a place where bodies don't exist. The maid who taught her to survive here? Not who she seems. The old man who makes the king laugh? Hiding centuries of secrets. The guard engaged to the one person she trusts? Already marked. When the knife falls, it will take everything. And when she learns who she really is—enemy's sister, demon's heart—the king of two hundred winters must decide: Is she his undoing? Or the only warmth he's ever known? The heavens are watching. They always were. And they have their own price. She stayed when everyone left. That changed everything.

"Mom, I cant lose her I already lost dad." "I know honey, but we don't have choice" I didn't notice but I started crying. * * * * * * * * * * * Britney is a 17 year old girl that doesn't have it all together like others do. Her dad died when she was fourteen, her identical twin sister is messed up literally. She has to deal with her mom and her sister while going to school. She's basically the one keeping everybody smiling at home, but what about herself? Well the people who keeps her smiling are Noah, Cole, Alexander, Peter and Justin. Yes you are right those are guy names, she’s a one of the guys type of girl, not by choice but by luck. All the guys treat her like a guy but will they always treat her like that? Especially when she learns that she maybe likes someone…. * * * * * * * * * * *

Ten years ago, Mellie woke to find her father's bloodied corpse on the kitchen floor. And the killer? Her mother. Rushed off into the night, Mellie's journey begins. At first, she fears the woman who gave her life. But not all is what it seems. PROLOGUE: I know he's watching me. Hell, I can practically feel the fire burning in his eyes as I sway around the room, the slamming of the drums in rhythm with each slow turn of my hips. "Come here," he says calmly, his eyes never leaving my body as I dance. I ignore him, knowing full well my ass is going to take the fall for disobeying his command. I smile cheekily and raise my arms above my head lazily. I squeeze my red locks splaying over my shoulders, scrunching the strands at the scalp. Dancing in front of him is the most thrilling, exotic, and enticing thing. I'd never known I'd feel this good. Well, maybe it's the atmosphere; or the way his gorgeous eyes follow my every move? I flinch in pain when my hair is roughly pulled back by his hands; unlike my own simple squeeze, his is demanding and made to prove a point. He glares down at me as he pulls my hair up, forcing me to stand up on my toes. I whimper at the pain stabbing along my scalp and quickly reach out to shove his hands away from me. "When I tell you to do something, you listen," he growls, his expression flickering. I can tell he is fighting with the demons lurking inside his mind. With furrowed eyebrows he stares down at me for what seems like hours; and before I can respond, he takes what's his. His lips smash onto mine with a force of a thousand waves. It's a kiss that knocks me off my feet over and over again, powerful and intimidating; yet beautiful and extravagant in its greatness. It sucks me in and pulls me out into darkness, a tidal wave of emotions swallowing me whole. "Hm," I moan, ignoring the pain along my scalp and instead focus on his tongue invading my mouth. He doesn't take, no, this man destroys whatever is in his path. And that includes me.