volkov brawlhalla

(tetikleme uyarısı. Bu kitap olgun temalar içerir) ****** "Yapamıyorum..." diye inledi kırık iniltiler arasında, sesi acı ve zevk arasında bir yerde titriyordu. Her hamle, teslimiyet ve meydan okuma arasındaki çizgiyi bulanıklaştırıyor gibiydi. Sonra tatlı çığlıkları arasında bir isim fısıldadı... benimki değildi. Donakaldım. Yavaş, mizahtan yoksun bir gülümseme dudaklarımda belirdi, onun ismi aramızdaki boşluğu doldururken. "Raph..." diye nefes aldı. Eğildim, ağzım kulağına değdi. Dokunuşumla titrediğini hissettim, ta ki dişlerim kulak memesini inlemesine ve kıvrımlarının parmaklarımın etrafında sıkılaşmasına yetecek kadar sert ısırana dek. "Yanlış isim, Lynn." diye tısladım, içinin sıcaklığından geri çekilerek. Vücudunun gerildiğini hissettim. Omuzlarımı tırmaladı, her dokunuşunda umutsuz bir yalvarış vardı. "Yapma..." diye inledi. O yeşim taşı gibi gözleri o an beni mahvetti. Pantolonumdaki sızıyı hissedebiliyordum. Sorun yaratan küçük bir engerek. Duygularımı gizleyen zalim bir gülümseme dolaştı dudaklarımda. "Yanlış ismi söyledin," diye mırıldandım, sesim alçak, tehlikeliydi. "Ve yaramaz kızlar cezalandırılmayı hak eder." Parlak gözleri benimkilerle buluştu... kafa karışıklığı, istek ve henüz anlamadığı güçle doluydu. Keşke ne kadar kırılmaya yakın olduğumu bilseydi. Çünkü söylemesi gereken tek isim... benimkiydi. Lucien. Bunu soluduğum hava kadar çok arzuluyordum. ****** İyi günde, kötü günde, ölüm onları ayırana dek. Bu mihrapta ettikleri yemindi, ama ilk bozan o oldu.. Açık bir evliliğin, çocuksuz evliliklerinin çözümü olduğunu ve bunun onun çıkarlarını korumak için olduğunu iddia ediyor. Ama Braelyn'in gördüğü tek şey suçluluk ve yalanlardan inşa edilmiş bir hapishane. Kalbi kırık bir gece, bir karaoke bara ve Lucien'in kollarına düşüyor. Gizem, isyan ve tehlikeyle çevrili bir adam. Varlığı ona kaçmasını söylüyor ama aynı zamanda ona aradığı teselliyi veriyor. Kaçtıktan sonra onu bir daha göreceğini hiç beklemiyordu, onun günahkar varlığını unutarak, ama hayat onunla dalga geçmeyi bitirmemişti. Lucien sıradan bir adam değil, inandığı her şeyi yok edebilecek biri. Asla tanışmaması gereken adam. Kocasının amcası. Volkov hanedanının kara koyunu. Arzusu onu mahvedecek bir adam. Lucien onun kendisinin olamayacağını biliyor, ama o hiçbir zaman sosyal normlara saygı duyan bir adam olmadı. Onun her günahı ve dokunuşu dışında hiçbir şey umurunda değil. Tek istediği... o, ne kadar günahkar olursa olsun.

(aviso de gatilho. Este livro contém temas maduros) ****** "Eu não consigo..." ela ofegou entre gemidos entrecortados, sua voz tremendo em algum lugar entre dor e prazer. Cada investida parecia borrar a linha entre rendição e desafio. Então ela sussurrou um nome entre seus doces gritos... não era o meu. Eu congelei. Um sorriso lento e sem humor curvou meus lábios enquanto o som do nome dele preenchia o espaço entre nós. "Raph..." ela respirou. Eu me inclinei, minha boca roçando sua orelha. Sentindo-a tremer ao meu toque até que meus dentes mordiscaram seus lóbulos com força suficiente para fazê-la gemer e suas paredes se contraírem ao redor dos meus dedos. "Nome errado, Lynn." Eu sibilei, me retirando do calor de seu interior. Senti seu corpo tensionar. Ela arranhou meus ombros, um pedido desesperado em cada toque. "Não..." ela choramingou. Aqueles olhos de jade me desvendaram naquele momento. Eu podia sentir a dor nas minhas calças. Uma pequena víbora problemática. Um sorriso cruel traçou meus lábios escondendo minhas emoções. "Você chamou pelo nome errado," murmurei, minha voz baixa, perigosa. "E garotas más merecem ser punidas." Seus olhos lacrimejantes encontraram os meus... tão cheios de confusão, desejo e poder que ela ainda não compreendia. Se ela soubesse o quão perto eu estava de me quebrar. Porque o único nome que ela deveria estar chamando... era o meu. Lucien. Eu ansiava por isso tanto quanto o ar que respiro. ****** Na alegria e na tristeza, até que a morte os separe. Esses foram seus votos no altar, mas ele os quebrou primeiro.. Ele alega que um casamento aberto é a solução para o matrimônio sem filhos deles e que é para proteger os interesses dela. Mas tudo o que Braelyn vê é uma prisão construída de culpa e mentiras. Numa noite de coração partido, ela tropeça em um bar de karaokê e cai nos braços de Lucien. Um homem envolto em mistério, rebeldia e perigo. Sua própria presença diz para ela correr, mas também lhe dá o consolo que ela ansiava. Ela nunca esperou vê-lo novamente depois de fugir, esquecendo sua existência pecaminosa, mas a vida não tinha terminado de fazer piada com ela. Lucien não é apenas qualquer homem, mas alguém que pode destruir tudo em que ela acredita. O homem que ela nunca deveria ter conhecido. O tio de seu marido A ovelha negra da dinastia Volkov. Um homem cujo desejo irá arruiná-la. Lucien sabe que ela não pode ser dele, mas ele nunca foi um homem que respeitou normas sociais. Ele não se importa com nada além de cada pecado e toque dela. Tudo o que ele quer... é ela, não importa o quão pecaminoso isso se torne.

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

(peringatan konten. Buku ini mengandung tema dewasa) ****** "Aku tidak bisa..." dia terengah di antara desahan yang terpatah-patah, suaranya bergetar di antara rasa sakit dan kenikmatan. Setiap hentakan seolah mengaburkan batas antara penyerahan dan penolakan. Kemudian dia membisikkan sebuah nama di antara jeritan manisnya...bukan namaku. Aku membeku. Sebuah senyuman tanpa humor melengkung di bibirku ketika suara namanya mengisi ruang di antara kami. "Raph..." dia berbisik. Aku mencondongkan tubuh, mulutku menyapu telinganya. Merasakan tubuhnya bergetar karena sentuhan hingga gigiku menggerogoti cuping telinganya cukup keras untuk membuatnya merintih dan lipatannya menjepit jari-jariku. "Nama yang salah, Lynn." Aku mendesis, menarik diri dari kehangatan bagian dalamnya. Aku merasakan tubuhnya menegang. Dia mencakar bahuku, sebuah permohonan putus asa dalam setiap sentuhan. "Jangan..." dia merintih. Mata hijaunya yang seperti batu giok menguraikan diriku saat itu. Aku bisa merasakan nyeri di celanaku. Seekor ular berbisa kecil yang merepotkan. Sebuah senyuman kejam terlukis di bibirku menyembunyikan emosiku. "Kau menyebut nama yang salah," aku bergumam, suaraku rendah, berbahaya. "Dan gadis nakal pantas dihukum." Matanya yang berkaca-kaca bertemu dengan mataku... begitu penuh dengan kebingungan, keinginan, dan kekuatan yang belum dia pahami. Jika saja dia tahu betapa dekatnya aku dengan kehancuran. Karena satu-satunya nama yang seharusnya dia panggil... adalah milikku. Lucien. Aku mendambakannya sebesar aku mendambakan udara yang kuhirup. ****** Untuk lebih baik atau lebih buruk, sampai maut memisahkan mereka. Itulah janji mereka di altar, tapi dialah yang pertama kali melanggarnya.. Dia mengklaim bahwa pernikahan terbuka adalah solusi untuk pernikahan mereka yang tanpa anak dan itu untuk melindungi kepentingan Braelyn sendiri. Tapi yang Braelyn lihat hanyalah penjara yang dibangun dari rasa bersalah dan kebohongan. Suatu malam dengan hati yang hancur, dia tersandung masuk ke bar karaoke dan ke dalam pelukan Lucien. Seorang pria yang diselimuti misteri, pemberontakan, dan bahaya. Kehadirannya saja memberi tahu Braelyn untuk lari tapi juga memberinya penghiburan yang dia dambakan. Dia tidak pernah berharap untuk melihatnya lagi setelah dia kabur, melupakan keberadaannya yang penuh dosa, tapi hidup belum selesai mempermainkannya. Lucien bukan hanya pria biasa, tapi orang yang bisa menghancurkan semua yang dia percayai. Pria yang seharusnya tidak pernah dia temui. Paman suaminya. Domba hitam dinasti Volkov. Seorang pria yang hasratnya akan menghancurkannya. Lucien tahu dia tidak bisa menjadi miliknya, tapi dia tidak pernah menjadi pria yang menghormati norma sosial. Dia tidak peduli tentang apa pun kecuali setiap dosa dan sentuhan Braelyn. Yang dia inginkan... hanyalah dia, tidak peduli seberapa berdosanya hal itu.

(advertencia de contenido. Este libro contiene temas para adultos) ****** "No puedo..." jadeó entre gemidos entrecortados, su voz temblando en algún punto entre el dolor y el placer. Cada embestida parecía difuminar la línea entre la rendición y el desafío. Luego susurró un nombre entre sus dulces gritos... no era el mío. Me quedé inmóvil. Una lenta sonrisa sin humor curvó mis labios mientras el sonido de su nombre llenaba el espacio entre nosotros. "Raf..." respiró ella. Me incliné, mi boca rozando su oreja. Sintiendo cómo temblaba ante mi contacto hasta que mis dientes mordisquearon sus lóbulos con la suficiente fuerza para hacerla gemir y que su interior se contrajera alrededor de mis dedos. "Nombre equivocado, Lynn", siseé, retirándome del calor de su interior. Sentí su cuerpo tensarse. Ella clavó sus uñas en mis hombros, una súplica desesperada en cada toque. "No..." gimió. Esos ojos como jade me desarmaron en ese momento. Podía sentir el dolor en mis pantalones. Una pequeña víbora problemática. Una sonrisa cruel se dibujó en mis labios ocultando mis emociones. "Has dicho el nombre equivocado", murmuré, con voz baja y peligrosa. "Y las chicas malas merecen ser castigadas". Sus ojos brillantes se encontraron con los míos... tan llenos de confusión, deseo y un poder que aún no comprendía. Si tan solo supiera lo cerca que estaba de quebrarme. Porque el único nombre que debería estar pronunciando... era el mío. Lucien. Lo anhelaba tanto como el aire que respiro. ****** Para bien o para mal, hasta que la muerte nos separe. Esos fueron sus votos en el altar, pero él los rompió primero. Él afirma que un matrimonio abierto es la solución a su matrimonio sin hijos y que es para proteger los intereses de ella. Pero todo lo que Braelyn ve es una prisión construida de culpa y mentiras. Una noche con el corazón roto, ella tropieza en un bar de karaoke y cae en los brazos de Lucien. Un hombre envuelto en misterio, rebeldía y peligro. Su sola presencia le dice que huya, pero también le brinda el consuelo que anhelaba. Nunca esperó volver a verlo después de huir, olvidando su pecaminosa existencia, pero la vida no había terminado de burlarse de ella. Lucien no es simplemente cualquier hombre, sino uno que puede destruir todo lo que ella cree. El hombre que nunca debió conocer. El tío de su esposo. La oveja negra de la dinastía Volkov. Un hombre cuyo deseo la arruinará. Lucien sabe que ella no puede ser suya, pero nunca fue un hombre que respetara las normas sociales. No le importa nada excepto cada pecado y caricia de ella. Todo lo que quiere... es a ella, sin importar cuán pecaminoso se vuelva.

(Triggerwarnung. Dieses Buch enthält reife Themen) ****** "Ich kann nicht..." keuchte sie zwischen gebrochenen Stöhnen, ihre Stimme zitterte irgendwo zwischen Schmerz und Vergnügen. Jeder Stoß schien die Grenze zwischen Hingabe und Trotz zu verwischen. Dann flüsterte sie einen Namen zwischen ihren süßen Schreien... es war nicht meiner. Ich erstarrte. Ein langsames, humorloses Lächeln umspielte meine Lippen, als der Klang seines Namens den Raum zwischen uns füllte. "Raph..." hauchte sie. Ich lehnte mich vor, mein Mund streifte ihr Ohr. Ich spürte, wie sie unter meiner Berührung zitterte, bis meine Zähne an ihren Ohrläppchen knabberten, stark genug, um sie wimmern zu lassen und ihre Falte sich um meine Finger zu verkrampfen. "Falscher Name, Lynn." zischte ich und zog mich aus der Wärme ihres Inneren zurück. Ich spürte, wie ihr Körper sich anspannte. Sie kratzte an meinen Schultern, ein verzweifeltes Flehen in jeder Berührung. "Nicht..." wimmerte sie. Diese jadegrünen Augen brachten mich in diesem Moment durcheinander. Ich konnte das Pochen in meiner Hose spüren. Eine lästige kleine Viper. Ein grausames Lächeln umspielte meine Lippen und verbarg meine Gefühle. "Du hast den falschen Namen genannt," murmelte ich, meine Stimme leise, gefährlich. "Und böse Mädchen verdienen es, bestraft zu werden." Ihre glänzenden Augen trafen meine... so voller Verwirrung, Verlangen und einer Macht, die sie noch nicht verstand. Wenn sie nur wüsste, wie nahe ich am Zerbrechen war. Denn der einzige Name, den sie rufen sollte... war meiner. Lucien. Ich sehnte mich danach, so sehr wie nach der Luft, die ich atme. ****** In guten wie in schlechten Zeiten, bis dass der Tod sie scheidet. Das waren ihre Gelübde am Altar, aber er brach sie zuerst.. Er behauptet, eine offene Ehe sei die Lösung für ihre kinderlose Ehe und dass es in ihrem eigenen Interesse sei. Aber alles, was Braelyn sieht, ist ein Gefängnis aus Schuld und Lügen. In einer herzzerreißenden Nacht stolpert sie in eine Karaoke-Bar und in die Arme von Lucien. Ein Mann, umhüllt von Geheimnis, Rebellion und Gefahr. Seine bloße Anwesenheit sagt ihr, dass sie weglaufen soll, aber sie gibt ihr auch den Trost, nach dem sie sich sehnte. Sie hatte nie erwartet, ihn wiederzusehen, nachdem sie weggelaufen war und seine sündhafte Existenz vergessen hatte, aber das Leben war noch nicht fertig damit, einen Witz aus ihr zu machen. Lucien ist nicht einfach irgendein Mann, sondern einer, der alles zerstören kann, woran sie glaubt. Der Mann, dem sie nie begegnen sollte. Der Onkel ihres Ehemannes. Das schwarze Schaf der Volkov-Dynastie. Ein Mann, dessen Begehren sie ruinieren wird. Lucien weiß, dass sie nicht seine sein kann, aber er war nie ein Mann, der soziale Normen respektierte. Er kümmert sich um nichts anderes als um ihre jede Sünde und Berührung. Alles, was er will... ist sie, egal wie sündhaft es wird.

(avertissement. Ce livre contient des thèmes matures) ****** "Je ne peux pas..." haleta-t-elle entre des gémissements entrecoupés, sa voix tremblant quelque part entre douleur et plaisir. Chaque poussée semblait brouiller la limite entre l'abandon et la défiance. Puis elle murmura un nom entre ses doux cris... ce n'était pas le mien. Je me figeai. Un lent sourire sans humour courba mes lèvres alors que le son de son nom remplissait l'espace entre nous. "Raph..." souffla-t-elle. Je me penchai, ma bouche frôlant son oreille. La sentant trembler à mon contact jusqu'à ce que mes dents mordillent ses lobes d'oreilles assez fort pour la faire gémir et ses replis se resserrer autour de mes doigts. "Mauvais nom, Lynn." sifflai-je, me retirant de la chaleur de son intimité. Je sentis son corps se tendre. Elle griffa mes épaules, une supplication désespérée dans chaque contact. "Ne..." gémit-elle. Ces yeux de jade me bouleversaient à cet instant. Je pouvais sentir la douleur dans mon pantalon. Une petite vipère gênante. Un sourire cruel traça mes lèvres cachant mes émotions. "Tu as prononcé le mauvais nom," murmurai-je, ma voix basse, dangereuse. "Et les vilaines filles méritent d'être punies." Ses yeux brillants rencontrèrent les miens... si pleins de confusion, de désir, et d'un pouvoir qu'elle ne comprenait pas encore. Si seulement elle savait à quel point j'étais proche de craquer. Parce que le seul nom qu'elle devrait appeler... était le mien. Lucien. Je le désirais autant que l'air que je respire. ****** Pour le meilleur ou pour le pire, jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare. C'était leurs vœux à l'autel, mais il les a brisés en premier.. Il prétend qu'un mariage ouvert est la solution à leur mariage sans enfant et que c'est pour protéger ses propres intérêts. Mais tout ce que Braelyn voit, c'est une prison construite de culpabilité et de mensonges. Une nuit, le cœur brisé, elle tombe par hasard dans un bar karaoké et dans les bras de Lucien. Un homme enveloppé de mystère, de rébellion et de danger. Sa simple présence lui dit de fuir mais lui apporte aussi le réconfort qu'elle désirait. Elle ne s'attendait jamais à le revoir après s'être enfuie, oubliant son existence pécheresse, mais la vie n'avait pas fini de se moquer d'elle. Lucien n'est pas n'importe quel homme, mais celui qui peut détruire tout ce en quoi elle croit. L'homme qu'elle n'aurait jamais dû rencontrer. L'oncle de son mari. Le mouton noir de la dynastie Volkov. Un homme dont le désir la ruinera. Lucien sait qu'elle ne peut pas être à lui, mais il n'a jamais été un homme qui respectait les normes sociales. Il ne se soucie de rien d'autre que de chacun de ses péchés et de chacune de ses caresses. Tout ce qu'il veut... c'est elle, peu importe à quel point cela devient immoral.

I arrived in the Volkov Empire like a shadow slipping through walls. Footprints erased before they could dry. A blank file where a history should be. Nothing but a blade of deceit meant to cut through the strongest crime syndicate in the city. Rafe Volkov leads the Commission not through shouts or threats but through an unshakable calm that bends others by presence alone. His word shapes the rules. His silence enforces them. Foolish of him not to catch on right away. That was my belief anyway. I told him my brother vanished into the hands of traffickers. I told him justice was all I wanted. Every word a blade. Every tear a strategy. Truth was something I kept from him completely. My hands ended my brother’s life. And one by one using Rafe’s power the witnesses are vanishing into silence. Yet the deadliest Alpha in the city never rose without seeing every shadow. His gaze shifted. Not a word came. Just stillness until recognition settled like dust in light. Not the ghost. The architect. She built walls high enough to keep out every threat except him. He steps past defenses without asking why they exist. His gaze lands on truths others avoid. And when he learns everything he stays. The Ghost of the Volkov Empire is a dark mafia romance where loyalty twists like smoke and love is the most dangerous weapon of all. Dark Mafia Romance. Slow Burn. Morally Grey Heroine. Ruthless Alpha. Psychological Tension. Pack Law Politics. 18+ The empire has rules. Every one she touched turned to dust. He watched her do it. Now what?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

At the dinner meant to celebrate my fiancé, Marco, succeeding his father as Don, he publicly broke our engagement for another woman—Laurel, who was not only carrying his child but also the power he craved. "Laurel's family can help me secure my position," he'd said, without a shred of shame. "And I need an heir." His offer to me? "Just wait a year. The position of Donna will be yours eventually." Everyone thought I would accept this humiliation. After all, I had been hopelessly in love with him for seven years. But that night, I walked away from it all and threw myself into the arms of a more powerful, more dangerous man. Three years later, I returned to the city, accompanying the man I now belonged to—Syndicate leader Alessio—as he inspected his local territory. He was held up, so he'd sent someone to meet me. At the airport, I ran straight into Marco. He looked at me with that same pathetic pity. "Done with your little tantrum?" he asked. "Laurel's boy needs a nanny. You can come back and look after him."

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"