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Caspian es el heredero de Moonstone Pack, pero cuando sus padres mueren, le engañan quitándole su derecho de nacimiento y es tratado como un prisionero. Decide dejarlo todo, huyendo a Haines City para empezar una nueva vida. Sus planes se ven truncados de inmediato cuando es secuestrado y subastado, y es comprado por nada menos que uno de los Reyes de la Mafia que gobiernan la ciudad, Asher Knight. Asher se quitó la chaqueta, la pesada prenda cayendo al suelo con un golpe audible. Caspian observó esto con aprensión, el Rey de la Mafia, Asher, parecía enorme con la chaqueta puesta, y sin ella, no había mucha diferencia. "Ven aquí", ordenó con calma, los pendientes en sus oídos visibles con su cabello rojo oscuro peinado hacia atrás. Caspian negó con la cabeza otra vez, no tenía ninguna intención de hablar, nunca. Porque eso solo revelaría su género. "No me gusta repetirme, Omega.", su voz se oscureció. El corazón de Caspian latía dolorosamente en su pecho por el miedo, realmente no quería acercarse al Alfa. Miró la ventana anhelante antes de obligarse a dar un paso adelante, luego otro y otro...

"Five years! Do you know how these five years have been for me?" It had been five years since Gongzi Liang was transmigrated to a fantasy world and had received the Legendary Gold System. However, the system kept nagging him to top up every time. [$3 for God's Ring, $6 for first-time reward, $18 for enhancement, $28 for God-tier Beast...] Gongzi Liang could only look at all the god-tier rewards and couldn't do anything because he didn't have money. But, he did realize that he could level up his skills and strengthen his body by using copper coins. It could save him 99.99% of training. It wasn't even hard for him to jump a few ranks in one day. He would also gain coupons by completing the daily missions. Just like that, Gongzi Liang became obsessed with completing his daily missions...

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****

Nel mondo degli Alpha, il potere è legge e i compagni vengono rivendicati, non scelti. Una notte spericolata la lega a un branco governato da violenza e segreti. Segnata da un Alpha che prospera sul controllo, desiderata da altri che rifiutano di lasciare che il destino decida per loro, diventa la scintilla che accende vecchie rivalità e nuove guerre. Ogni Alpha vuole qualcosa di diverso. Protezione. Possesso. Vendetta. Nessuno di loro è disposto a perdere. Mentre il legame con il compagno si stringe e il sangue viene versato in suo nome, lei impara che l'amore non è il vero pericolo. Il potere lo è. Perché in un mondo dove gli Alpha non condividono mai, il più grande peccato è desiderare più di uno... e sopravvivere.

Cursed at ten, Izana Grimshaw grew up feared by others and by himself. The night the curse awakened, destroyed his family and left him believing he was a monster, a belief he carries as a permanent mark of his grief. Now a ruthless mafia boss, he hides his light-sensitive green eyes behind a white blindfold while the curse slowly destroys his health. He distrusts physical contact, recoiling from any touch as if it could harm both him and others. At twenty-six, Izana is forced into an arranged marriage with Leah Gryphon, a woman with a past as dark as his own. She tries to help him survive the curse, but he pushes her away, convinced he deserves nothing but isolation. But as hatred turns to understanding, and understanding to something far more dangerous, Izana must face the truth. Love may be the one thing strong enough to challenge the monster he believes himself to be.

Su Jie transmigrated to a world of xianxia. He did not have a spirit root and his martial arts talent was average. However, he discovered that he possessed the Spirit Imprint talent. As long as he placed his spirit imprint, be it plant or animal, they would become his clones! When his clones trained, Su Jie himself would benefit. He could easily master a martial arts technique to completion or even the Immortal Martial Artist Plane that surpassed all limits! [Demon Ape Vajra Punch]: By cultivating the Demon Ape Body of Vajra, his body was impenetrable and his strength was unparalleled. He could topple mountains with his Body of Vajra! [Heavenly Silkworm]: The Heavenly Silkworm metamorphosed and broke out of its cocoon to become a butterfly. It transcended life and death, so it was undying and indestructible [Demonic Prana of Dragons and Elephants]: After awakening the Demonic Prana, a divine martial arts technique, his power would be boundless. The sky changed color at his command and he could crush both the heavens and the earth. Not only did Su Jie cultivate martial arts to an unprecedented plane, but even all his clones also became existences that were feared and adored by the world. Demon Ape King, Lord of the Bohai Sea, the World Tree…all of them were his clones. Su Jie declared, “You might still have a chance to survive if you defy the heavens. But you will never get a chance to live if you defy me.”

(Orgullo y Prejuicio en la perspectiva del protagonista masculino) Una mirada de absoluto desagrado cruzó por el rostro de Darcy. —Las crían como conejos en Hertfordshire, ¡al menos cinco por familia! Tienen madres que parecen gatos atigrados, que no hacen otra cosa que dormitar en espera de que aparezca un caballero decente, para caerle encima y casarlo con una de sus hijas, mientras todas ellas retozan a su antojo por el campo, corriendo detrás de cualquier casaca roja. —¿En Hertfordshire? —preguntó Brougham con asombro—. ¡No tenía ni idea de que fuera un lugar tan interesante! —¡Interesante! —Darcy puso la copa sobre la mesa con tanta fuerza que el líquido se derramó y le empapó el volante del puño y la manga—. ¡Maldición! —Se alejó de la mesa enseguida, pero no antes de que un poco de brandy cayera sobre sus pantalones. La reacción de Darcy captó la atención de la criada de la taberna, que se apresuró a ayudarlo con un trapo, pero después de examinar de cerca a los clientes, también sacó un pañuelo limpio que le servía de adorno en el corpiño.

FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY "Mr. Edward, stop it!! Please." After a long time finally, Ella started begging back, "Stop it please, nothing happened. We just kissed, and please don't act like this to me." Said Ella, still closing her eyes, and began to have tears in her eyes. But Ella, who was still closing her eyes, suddenly felt someone touch her lips roughly. Ella opened her eyes, she was shocked by what she saw. Edward Huxley, the man in front of her suddenly kissed her. But his kiss is very unfocused, rude, and pushy. "Mr. Edward ?? What are you doing ..." Edward seemed unconcerned about Ella, who was still in shock. He continued to crush Ella's lips as he pleased.

Megan tiene un esposo guapo y adinerado, Brandon, una casa lujosa y un trabajo estable. Sin embargo, siente un vacío interior y una sensación de estar atrapada. Su esposo a menudo la descuida debido al trabajo o compromisos sociales, y su mejor amiga, Clara, frecuentemente se aprovecha de ella. Una noche en un club nocturno, cuando Megan estaba siendo acosada por un hombre repulsivo, un misterioso, guapo y muy tatuado hombre llamado Harper intervino. Con un aura peligrosa pero atractiva, Megan se sintió irresistiblemente atraída hacia Harper. Él llevó a Megan a su lujoso apartamento, donde drogó su bebida y luego reveló su verdadera naturaleza: era un vampiro.

"Speaking of knowing things…" Kyle said slowly, "You still haven't given me a chance to tell my story." "I know," said Andrea. "I was having too much fun speculating. Finding you like this is a gift, and I don't want to tear the wrapping off all at once. ‘Building up the anticipation makes it better.’" Kyle blinked again, then gave a quiet snort of recognition at his own words being thrown back at him. "So what is your speculation?" Kyle asked. "Oh I don't know, probably something utterly disappointing. Did they pick you up for speeding on the way to the farmers market? I guess that wouldn't explain the uh…" she gestured at his injury again. "It wouldn't explain that now, would it. Oh, I know! You got into a fight over the last piece of bluefin!" Kyle just shook his head slightly. "No? I guess it's too much to hope you did something really exciting like rob a bank—You're not secretly a cat burglar are you, Kyle? Lose your balance breaking into an art gallery? No…?" Kyle looked unamused. "Very funny, Chuckles, would you mind taking this a little more seriously?" "Of course," said Andrea. "Very serious for a lawyer to have been arrested. You could be disciplined. Disbarred! Why, we might not see each other in court anymore. Wouldn't that be a shame." "Wouldn't it though," replied Kyle. "So that's the kind of guy you think I am? Stealing fine art and fighting in fish markets?” Andrea pondered some more. "I know!" she exclaimed. "Did you get into a fight with someone's boyfriend? Did it turn out that you were your young lady's bit on the side, and you ended up having a domestic dispute?" Kyle winced. "Is that it?!" Andrea had been teasing, but it seems like she had touched a nerve. To whatever degree Kyle had seemed like he'd been playing along, even as worn down as he was, that last remark had left him deflated. Kyle hung his head. "It wasn't like that…" "Oh sure, like you haven't been collecting notches on your bedposts." "I'M not like that." "You're not? That's not what your reputation says, out there collecting numbers and breaking hearts. I heard that you were a real ladykil–" "Andrea! I'm not–" Kyle shouted, grabbing her hands. His hands were strong, and his grip so tight it almost hurt. His expression so intense, frustrated and hurt and… scared? Andrea knew she had been twisting the knife a little into something that bothered him, but what had caused this reaction? It was only for a moment, then Kyle seemed to catch himself and let go. He slumped back in his chair and slid his shackled hands back below the table. Andrea leaned back as well, adding to the distance, and folded her arms, no longer smiling. She glanced at the duress button out of the corner of her eye. If Kyle had kept holding her as tightly as he had been, she wouldn't have even been able to reach it. "I think we're ready for storytime now," she said seriously. “I think you had better start at the punchline. What have you been charged with, Mr Wynn?" Kyle took a deep breath before he raised his head once more. "Murder, Ms Mason. First Degree Murder." *** Andrea Mason, a defense attorney who cares more about justice and protecting her clients than just winning cases. But the one man she hates to lose to is her rival, the arrogant prosecutor, Kyle Wynn. Kyle represents everything Andi hates about unscrupulous win-at-all-costs lawyers, and for years they have traded arguments in the courtroom and barbs in the hallways. Their paths cross again when they find themselves on a high-profile murder trial. As much as Andrea might despise Kyle, she can’t believe it when HE is charged with the horrific murder. But she is even more shocked when he asks for her to represent him at trial… *** #SLOWBURN #STRONGFL #CRIME #MURDER #FLIRTY #ROMANCE If you want to know what to expect, check the reviews! ฅ^-ﻌ•^ฅ Burrito says to join here: https://discord.gg/qr7eUnxT2F