"It is a waste of hardness if I'm not going to push it inside you," the King said. Using his deft hands, he traced my waist, found the zipper of my jeans and unzipped it. I was delirious after that. ~ 0 ~ They say mirrors are the door to another realm. For Nicollete, after bringing home an antique mirror from an expedition, now believes it to be true. But what's the harm in getting transported to another world? New sights, new people, and new food are something she could look forward to. However, what if then, if the definition of harm, means receiving the sharp end of a mysterious man's sword? How will Nicollete cope then? Genre: Supernatural-Fantasy Romance, Mystery, Smut/Erotica All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books ~~~~~ Highest rank when I published Chapter 6 (before Wattpad Review tagged this story as Mature) is #609. It would have gone to the Top 10 if it wasn't for the Mature tag. T_T Now, take the 0 out of 609, and you'll find, 69. LOL That's how mature this story is. Enjoy! WARNING READER: The chapters readable here are just teasers. The full chapters of this book are no longer available on Wattpad for publishing reasons. If you wish to continue reading, you may read it on the new app, Galatea or Radish. Thank you for supporting this book! I really appreciate it.

❝I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in someone else's blood, I have no problem with going out the same way.❞ ivarhoegh © 2017 BOOK ONE OF THE WRATH SERIES. contains mature & violent content as well as foul language

Encantador, galante, carismático, arrogante, simpático, irreverente, insufrible... Y violento. Sabía que un chico como Logan Lerman no me convenía. Había escuchado hablar acerca de su prometedora carrera como boxeador... También había escuchado las escalofriantes historias acerca de sus ataques de ira irracional y su vida cargada de excesos. Sé que es peligroso. Sé que no se toma nada en serio. Sé que, a pesar de lucir como un ángel, es capaz de destrozar el rostro de una persona en menos de tres minutos. Sé que me va hacer mucho daño... Y también sé que no puedo -quiero- estar sin él. Él va a destruirme...

This story is heavily influenced by many stories, especially the narration of the tales of the Kray Brothers in London, 1960. The direction is uncertain and slow.

SECUELA DE DESTROY ME. Estoy acostumbrado a luchar contra el mundo, pero nunca había luchado contra mí mismo. Soy mi demonio personal. Soy la bala que apunta directo a mi cráneo. Soy destrucción. Soy una bomba de tiempo y lo único que espero, es que ella venga a salvarme.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Es más difícil esconderse del Señor Oscuro cuando estás enamorada de un mortífago. Los padres de Evelyn Hawkings eran unos mortífagos muy conocidos, pero murieron cuando el Señor Oscuro cayó y Eve era solo una niña. Ahora que quince años han pasado y Voldemort está de vuelta, ha hecho que Eve cambie su apellido para esconderse de él. Ella vive una vida tranquila, alejada de los problemas y evitando la vida de un mortífago... pero todo cambia cuando conoce a Draco Malfoy. Él es un chico malo, el chico que todos evitan si saben lo que es bueno para ellos. Pero, ¿Qué pasará cuando el chico malo conoce a alguien completamente diferente? ¿Qué pasará cuando Draco Malfoy, en contra de los raros, se tropieza con Evelyn Hawkings? ¿Qué va primero, la chica que él quiere... o su reputación como mortífago? ¿Qué hará él cuando encuentre el pájaro que finalmente le deja ser libre?