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"Por favor, Sr. Blackthorn... o senhor não deveria estar fazendo isso." A respiração de Emmeline estava ofegante. "Por que não, minha pequena travessa deliciosa? Está claro que nós dois queremos isso." Em vez de dar ouvidos ao seu protesto fraco, Zavian apenas deu uma risada sombria e se aninhou contra a pele quente dela. "Sua esposa está sob este mesmo teto!" seu corpo pareceu traí-la mais uma vez quando os lábios dele pairaram perto dos dela, tremendo de antecipação. A mão dele desceu pelo corpo dela. Encontrou suas pernas e depois sua feminilidade. "Tão molhada para mim." Zavian sussurrou. As bochechas de Emmeline coraram de vergonha e desejo. "Eu não esperava que você fosse ficar excitada tão rápido," ele disse com um tom provocador em suas palavras. "Apenas toques fugazes e beijos leves fazem você transbordar. Seu marido não a satisfaz?" "Sr. Blackthorn!" seus olhos se arregalaram. "Eu prometi a mim mesma que não cairia em tentação novamente," Emmeline confessou, olhando para ele com os olhos marejados. "Existem tantos obstáculos entre nós. Nós dois somos casados e você tem quase o dobro da minha idade," "Tudo bem ignorar as barreiras." A resposta de Zavian foi simples. *** Emmeline acha que sua vida está finalmente entrando nos eixos no dia em que se casa com Richard, um homem rico e admirado na alta sociedade. Mas por trás da fachada encantadora que ele mostra ao mundo, existe um monstro volátil e controlador que sente um prazer perverso em humilhá-la. Determinado a esconder seu comportamento violento, Richard os muda para um bairro nobre, longe de seus antigos vizinhos que já viram demais. Lá, Emmeline cruza o caminho do homem mais perigoso e temido do país, um encontro que muda sua vida para sempre.

Aviso: 18+ *** "Responda-me... quantos homens malditos já obtiveram prazer desse corpo..." Eu tremo ao sentir seus dedos deslizando pelo meu peito... Seios, Mamilo, Torso, Então... então... minha vulva. Gemo, olhando para seus olhos com luxúria... Ele mantém o olhar fixo em mim enquanto toca levemente meu clitóris. "Fale. Quantos... já tocaram este clitóris, o fizeram inchar... o deixaram excitado... fale?" Ele ordena e eu gemo... *** Desde o meu aniversário de dezoito anos, tudo o que eu sentia pelo David se transformou em luxúria. Eu quero que ele me arruíne para outros homens, mas ele continua me rejeitando. Partindo meu coração. Eu não vou parar. Vou tentá-lo até ele ceder. Até ele me foder. Porque David Truman é meu.

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No dia do meu noivado, descobri que o objeto do caso do meu pai não era ninguém menos que minha melhor amiga. Ao ver os dois se abraçando não muito longe, quase desabei. Instintivamente, alcancei a mão do meu noivo Alec, buscando conforto. Mas toquei as costas de uma mão que estava gelada e cerrada em um punho apertado. Confusa, olhei para Alec, apenas para ver seus olhos ardendo em vermelho, seu rosto contorcido com ciúme e loucura. Antes que eu pudesse reagir, ele avançou e acertou um soco direto no rosto do meu pai. "Quint, você ousa tocar na minha mulher? Eu vou te matar!"

Histórias macabras, lendas contadas há gerações, a novidade sobrenatural descoberta por estudantes desavisados, locais amaldiçoados... Tudo isso e mais está no escopo do clube. Esta investigação é sobre uma certa lenda, de uma certa cidade, sobre uma certa estação... Será que nossos investigadores trarão resultados para casa, ou...?

El terror se reflejaba en los ojos de Julia Amaya cuando retrocedió ante la amenaza del cuchillo. A tientas, buscó a su espalda el pomo de la puerta de la cocina. Estaba demasiado paralizada para gritar y, aunque lo hubiera hecho, nadie la habría escuchado… nadie salvo el hombre que avanzaba hacia ella con el arma en la mano. Estaba loco. Tenía que estarlo. Sus dedos encontraron el pomo y lo giraron. La puerta se abrió hacia la negrura de la noche alpujarreña. Julia echó a correr. Y la muerte corrió tras ella.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."