كلما وقعت بين يديه تسائلت كيف لأنثى بقوتي و غروري و كيدي أن تصبح مقيدة بسحر مثاليته اللامتناهية Say goodbye to all your boundaries, because I'm about to teach your body my language... the language of sin."✨️ قولي وداعًا لكل حدودكِ، فأنا على وشك تعليم جسدكِ لغتي... لغة الخطايا."✨️ هذا العمل يعتبر الأول من نوعه لذا امنع تشبيه الرواية بأي رويات أخرى كل فكرة و كلمة مكتوبة و ستكتب أفكاري و تخيلاتي الخاصة

جنت واكفه علئ الشباك وتلمس بطني واتمنيت بهاي الحظه هو موجود تمنيت يعرف انو ابنه بطني بس راح وراح كلشي وياا واكفه ودموعي تنزل اتذكر الايام الحلوه العشته وياا تذكرت هواي اشياء

فتاة تسكن في الريف تنتقل المدينة لتلتحق بثانوية النخبة لتحقيق أحلامها ،فتعترضها عقبات هل برائتها ستتحول لسلاح ضدها وهناك ظلام يلتهمها في الخفاء هل ستتحول هيناتا هيوجا لشيئ آخر أم ستقبى ضحية برائتها وسجاذتها ؟ وماقصة ساسكي أوتشيها أمير ثانوية كونوها للنخبة ؟

Anneliese is a sweet, kind, empathetic, and outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to be herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time. Xavier, a dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct, but prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort in her new life. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).

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الرواية ليست لي ترجمتها لقرائتها بدون نت الاسم الاصلي 70s: Dressed As a Villain's Wife ملخص Su Xiaoman هي ابنة مزيفة لعائلة ثرية. إنها ليست مرتبطة بوالديها البيولوجيين. تم رفضها من قبل والديها بالتبني. وعندما استيقظت مرة أخرى، وجدت نفسها ترتدي كتابًا وأصبحت زهرة القرية سو شياومان في السبعينيات. سو شياومان هي أفضل زوجة لدور داعم ذكر شرير في التسلسل الزمني. سو شياومان الأصلية، الذي يكره الفقر ويحب الأغنياء، ويكرس نفسه لتسلق الفروع العالية، وهو مهووس بجيانغ يانتانغ، بطل الرواية الشاب المتعلم الذي ذهب للتو إلى الريف. سو شياومان غير راغب في الزواج من شيه مينغتو بسبب براءته، ولا يزال كذلك. مهووس ببطل الرواية الذكر جيانغ يانتانغ. من يدري أنه بعد فترة وجيزة، ذهب الأخ الثاني لبطل الرواية الذكر جيانغ يانتانغ إلى الريف لزيارة أقاربه، ووجد أن الصبي الفقير شيه مينغتو كان طفلاً لعائلة جيانغ، وأن بطل الرواية الذكر جيانغ يان تانغ كان مخطئًا عاد Xie Mingtu إلى منزل Jiang في الفناء، لكنه تعرض للسخرية والسخرية لأنه كان كئيبًا ومبتذلاً، ولا يمكن مقارنته بالفتى المزيف Jiang Yantang، وكانت زوجته أكثر هوسًا بجيانغ Yantang...في هذا بالمناسبة، كان Xie Mingtu أسود اللون تمامًا ومجنونًا وقاسيًا، وأصبح أكبر شرير في الكتاب، وانتهى به الأمر بشكل مأساو

**** Mature content**** "You wanna know why I'm angry?" He said in between the kisses. "Because of you" He said as he continued and my body tensed and shivered. "Every time I think I have control over myself and decide to leave this place... to leave ... you. I stop and walk back like a puppy" He said turning me around now. "Every time I meet someone, I compare them to you. Every fucking time I remind myself that you're an enemy, I want you even more" he said and I knew that this was one of the hardest thing for him to do. He and neither I like to talk about how we are feeling or face reality. Yet he still did it. "What the fuck are you doing to me Mia Bella?" He whispered with his forehead on mine and our lips inches apart. "Kiss me" I replied • • • Mafia, drugs, weapons, and all the dangerous and abnormal you can think of is what Alexandra Salvatore has to deal with on daily basis. But will that stop her from having the most rare yet desired & powerful thing in this world? Will it stop her from finding love? An action/romance story based on imaginations and imaginations only, don't try any of this shit cause you'll die. No but seriously don't go around throwing knifes, shooting people and drinking JackDaniels every day. ------------------ Please note that this story has: • Strong language • Violence • Mature themes If for some reason it bothers you, just click away. It's simple, I promise. For the rest of you lovely people HELLO AND WELCOME FEEL FREE TO BRING PIZZA. Oh yeah for you grammar freaks I'm from Sweden so there might probably will be some grammar/spelling mistakes. Just feel free to correct me if you're that kind or JUST IGNORE IT. Nothing will happen to you if you do.. I promise. The story is complete! RANKINGS #1 in love (2018-07-02) #1 in crimefiction (2018-07-02) #1 in romance (2018-07-02) #1 in guns (2019-06-23) #1 in weapons (2019-06-16)

تزوجا اجبارا تحت ضغط عائلتيهما فكيف ستكون حياتهم؟ هل تتغير قلوبهم بالحب ام سوف يستمر الكره والحقد بين ابطالنا ؟ قصة عن ضابط يتزوج بالأجبار من فتاة لا يعرفها بسبب موقف غير حياته جذريا .... القصه من وحي خيالي

"You don't even like me." I looked at him seriously beginning to think that some way somehow I entered into an alternate universe. "Marry me." he repeats as I shake my head walking away from him. Before I could make my glorious escape his hand slithers around my waist pulling my down onto his legs. "I'll pay you." I stop. Turning to look at him for the first time tonight, really look at him, I see relentless cold determined reflecting in his grey eyes. "Pay me?" He nods clearly believing he's gotten me judging from the amusement and slight almost non existed grin gracing his pink lips. "Like a whore? Seriously?" Not that being one was bad but I was still offended he thought he could buy me. "365 million Emalia." I froze. Correction, I wasn't a whore. "Am I going to have to sleep with you?" "Yes." This time there is no subtlety to the wide, upwards stretch of his lips, showcasing perfect, straight white teeth.