"Strip," I authoritatively said to her with my deep baritone voice, She removed her baggy clothes with her hands shaking, remaining her pant and bra, fuck I muttered she's widely set "Take that off too, "I said referring to her undergarments, she gulped down saliva nervously pulling everything down, her medium size breast popped out, with her nipples so pinkish and so plumpy looking so yummy, I feel my dick twitch in my pants, merely looking at her am already thinking of how to spoil her and the things, I would do to her, I will be the only one to ruin and make her, I swear to kill any mother fucking bastard that nears her I thought to myself. Isabel made a deal with to most dangerous drug lord to be "his" and only his, his to ruin, break and mend his property his possession his asset.
An unknown body was found today, In front of the police station by 8:0 this morning, with a tag invisible attached to his body, and was dumped in front of the police station, the newscaster announced.
I was in my house sipping wine with my leg crossed among each other while listening to the fucking news going on, this should be a warning to the president, you might not believe it but the head of the country himself deals on drugs, deceiving people with politics he knows me and he's afraid of me, in fact, all of the politician deals on a drug, but it's so funny the people they rule are cooled because they don't know what those they called there leaders do behind the closed door.
The president sent his men to hijack one of my drugs which is worth more than a billion dollars. Well, I already sent him an early morning coffee. He should feast his eyes on one of his men's dead bodies that my men dropped at the presidential residence this morning.
These should teach him a lesson, not to bite the bait, how dare he? Try to hijack my drug. I swear if he tries that bullshit with me again I will pay him an " August visit I said in anger, mother fucking cunt that's what he is.
You might be wondering who I am
well, am Luther, a hard time drug dealer, one of the most feared drug lords, each day billions of dollars come into my account from drug shipping.
I started working as a novice for my boss when I was 12 years old, lived in the street all my life, thug life have thought me a lot of shit, that I can't go back even if I want to, those fucking rulers get billions of dollars every day but we still have people on the street that are broke.
Whenever I look at the president and all those fuck heads of politicians I feel like blowing off their fucking head, street life thought me to be hard-hearted, because only the strongest survive on the street, it was never an easy experience,
My boss pass onto me all his wealth, when he was shot by one of the fucking President's men and I promise that cunt, I will bless him in the same way someday, because of people like him, at a very tender age I'm already shooting gun and smoking because for you to live on the street, you got to act as one, the leaders saw us and never did anything to help us, I swear on a good day they will kiss their asses goodbye, on a good day it will happen.
They called me Lord of all drugs, but I call myself invisible. When it comes to shipping drugs, I have boys all over the country that work under me.
Am the best drug here in New York, nobody can beat me in drugs shipping, not even the fucking president himself.
Am the invisible drug Lord, the arm forces have tried getting me and it turns out futile,
Now they don't waste their time because I am always a step ahead of them.
"Any plans for today?" Nickolas my guard and also my buddy asked me while coming downstairs,
"No" I replied bluntly, I don't feel like stepping out today.
"Come on bro," I need to fuck some pussies tonight he said,
"Crazy sex freak" I muttered,
"At least am better than you," He replied eyeing me dangerously
"Am in" I said grabbing my shirt walking out
"you!!! That's my man, let's hit the club," he said trailing behind me.
I and Nickolas, have been best of friends, for as long as I can remember, though he is my guard, we have been through a lot together, am not interested in women but trust me Nickolas is a fucking womanizer, he fucks anything on the skirt so far it's fuckable, I swear that cunt head has a serious problem.
Stepping into the club the buzzing sound of music welcomes my ear, fuck I muttered everywhere was hitting up, some people were making out while some were seen dancing, some were gambling, a lot of illegal things is been done here, I saw a guy and a blonde hair girl making out at the corner, fuck those two sucks.
Immediately we entered fully into the club we drew attention towards us, some bitches were giving me seductive eyes while some were trying to flirt with me, I scoff bitches will always be bitches, more reasons why I don't do love shit and all that.
I sat close to the counter near the bartender, while Nickolas was sitting opposite me, I ordered a bottle of vodka.
A blonde hair lady catwalk towards me swaying her hips, I sit still watching her moves, Nicholas already went off to dance with some bitches.
"Hey handsome" she called but I didn't speak a word. I don't know what gave this bitch the guts but she sat on my lap, trying to twerk on me.
"Bitch get off me or else I blow your fucking head off here and now" I spoke up in my deep baritone voice and I swear chill ran down her body immediately making her shook in fear, I stare into her eyes and saw fear, instantly she hopped off my body, not without giving me her middle finger and walk of.
Bitch I cussed, feeling disgusted with her smell on my body, I took the bottle of vodka and gulped down the whole content, damn.
I don't know what message Nickolas got on his phone when he got back and his mood changed to anger Instantly.
"What?" I asked him,
"The fucking Russians hijacked our goods," he said angrily, ruffling his hair angrily.
Somebody's blood is gonna flow today,
with that I stand up, let's get the fuck outta here, I said to Nickolas going out angrily, There must be bloodshed, I said within me in rage.
''I, Alpha Weywood Arawas, reject you Aria Loswana as my mate, from today I demote you to my slave, mine to do as I please, and mine to use as I want!" Aria Loswana is an Omega in the Golden moon pack. Following the mysterious death of her parents, and Aunt, she was labeled as bad luck. She was demoted to the lowest rank of the pack…."The Omega" Aria became an Omega at the age of three Aria was mated to the Alpha but he rejected and turned her into his sex slave, she never gave up as she was determined to get her mate to love her Aria got pregnant and told the Alpha, but he denied fathering the child calling her a whore. The Alpha threw her out of the pack and in the process she had an accident and lost the baby Years later a new Aria returned but only with one motive REVENGE
"Call out my name…." He whispered bitting my earlobe "A...ce…." "No, the one you'll be screaming soon.." "Ohhh...yes...da...dy" I moaned my inside dripping wet already Dumped by her four years relationship, Catherine Myers, the CEO of Catherine Fashion Store, becomes cold and bossy. She never give two glances at men again as she sees all men as same What happens when…Ace De sylvano, becomes her secretary, a handsome devil, whose identity is unknown to anybody Feelings is bound to happen Walls are bound to collide What's the real intention of Ace for suddenly stepping into Catherine's life? Who is Ace De Sylvano?
Ashley Brooklyn, one of the hottest strippers in Los Angeles, had a one-night stand with a guy in a mask. A month later what she never expected was pregnancy. A contract, followed by rules of a billionaire, a heart aching and painful love. Filled with PAIN POSSESSION WANT DESIRE BURNING SENSATION.
"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol, back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" Sheila, queen of the supernatural world and the present time is….the Supreme Alpha of all werewolves in existence. She has lived for thousands of years and stopped aging at the age of twenty-eight. She's Ruthless, a female Alpha that portrays danger, evil, and most especially death. She was cursed by the moon goddess to be mateless for the rest of her life, because of her cruel nature, misuse of power, and constant death punishment. Since then her evil has tripled as she becomes unstoppable. She controls the whole pack of the werewolf, she is the Supreme Alpha, other Alpha's crawl to the bare floor at the mention of her name as no one dares utter her judgment except you are ready to die!!! Fate becomes twisted when all of a sudden on the full moon, she finds herself being mated to an Omega. She was angered, as she roars in horror, daring the moon goddess Eden Rastol was a born Omega In Harlet Moon Pack. He was twenty-five years old. He lives with his parents who cherish him so much, regardless of his weak nature, but fate has always had a blow on him. He has been rejected two times by his various mate, but his last rejection left him shattered. He was thrown out of his pack and fate being funny, he found himself in Blackheart, where the Supreme Alpha lives in. Funny enough he was unfortunately mated to Supreme Alpha Sheila for the fourth time.
"Please don't do this…." I whimpered as tears continue to fall from my eyes "You should have thought about that before you foolishly agreed to be my wife!" This was his last word before he thrust into me brutally. "AHH!!" A loud cry escalated from me, as I felt my whole body breaking into shreds…..
The season has finally come, the season of the Ritual of the Moon, the only season the Omega's are given the privilege to scent their mate Aqua is one of the Omega's, she's the daughter of one of the heads of the council she's been molested, kicked, head, attack, and rejected, but her only strength was the "Moon ritual" the ritual that will change her life for good, the ritual that will bring her mate to her "I Alpha Zethro reject you Aqua as my mate, curse the mouth you use to spout out "Mate" However Aqua's little fantasy has once again been shattered above repair, her hope has been stepped on. In the seek for power Aqua agreed to be a sex slave to the strongest and most feared Alpha, on the terms that he will train her to be strong like him. Will Alpha Rudolfo and Aqua be more than Alpha and a sex slave? What happens when Alpha Zethro comes back to claim his rejected mate.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night. This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets. During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?" Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie. Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!" The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!" Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away. His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."