Эта книга - шутка. Возможно, кто-то скажет, что это «грубая» шутка или даже «пошлая» шутка. Но это уж, как говорится, дело вкуса...

"You're you." "And I'm..." "A fvcked up, piece of garbage, that nobody likes." . Camila/You . {Completed} All Rights Reserved. @dreambigbro

Prapai×Sky When Sky was attacked but Prapai choose to leave, believing he cheated on him

#1 in Kings (Earlier) #1 in Threesome He was a warrior. He was meant to protect the King and the Kingdom. His name brought the fear for life in warriors across the world. What he never thought he would become was the High King of two Emperors. Their Warrior, Their Saviour, Their Partner, Their Husband. He became all of it.

{SEQUEL OF CRISIS OF DESIRE!!} !WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ----- I should've just killed her, cut her throat, shot her in the head, dumped her in a ditch, burn her alive. Anything. But I couldn't. It's funny how I always threatened to kill her, to hurt her in the best way I could, but I never did. Sure, I scared the living shit out of her, I beat her with all the shit I had, I showed her my darkest parts to scare her away, but I would never actually kill her. Everyone feared me, but now I became my own biggest fear. Obsessed with someone else. Someone I fell for. ----- Cataleya is being held captive by Rafael's biggest enemy. What is going to happen if Rio and Neveah start their search for the person they care about more than anything in the world. Will they find her in time or will they simply find her dead body in a ditch as revenge for the reckless mistakes Curzio made in the past?

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.

"I want you, Gray. I want you to give me every ounce of your being. I want know how you feel. I want to know how you taste. Most of all, I want to know what you sound like when I bury myself deep inside of you, and have you screaming my name." He breaths, running his nose against my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and whimper as Calvin's hands dig into my thighs. My body is begging to be touched.

*̠C̠̠O̠̠M̠̠P̠̠L̠̠E̠̠T̠̠E̠̠D̠* Your place in this world is by the side of Alexandre, the elder of Napoleon's two living sons, born unfortunately out of wedlock. Alexandre's half-brother, Franz, is the legitimate heir to Napoleon's throne, but he's spent his entire life with his mother in Austria. Rumor has it the aging Emperor, well into his sixties, is thinking of claiming Alexandre and making him his heir, and there are some who are willing to go to any length to make sure that doesn't happen. Others would prefer to see the House of Bonaparte go the way of the House of Bourbon, and France made a republic again. Keeping Alexandre safe from the perils that beset him on every side is a full-time job - and as Alexandre's best friend and bodyguard, it's a job that falls to you. From dinner parties to nights at the opera to airship races over the English Channel, you occupy the place of trust at your friend's side - but in the face of mounting danger, you're forced to decide where your true loyalties lie - not only for yourself, but for the future of France.

*̲C̲̲O̲̲M̲̲P̲̲L̲̲E̲̲T̲̲E̲̲D̲* This is a story about a man named Treyton Ashford. He is following an ancient Incan road, though no layperson would know it. As a trained archaeologist, Treyton sees what others cannot. Equipped with an aerial map and a hand-held GPS device, he picked his way slowly through the thick greenery of the Colombian countryside for the better part of two weeks now, chopping with his machete and recording features and sites as he go. What would be his destiny?...