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There is nothing difficult to get him, especially when you find that you are fooled, you have lost. Every time people mentioned Abbe, they would say so. This was an artistic turn of deception, and it might be more appropriate to call it magic. "I trust him very much. Only he can give me hope." Everyone who had been influenced by Abbe was always so convinced.

For someone who leaves you breathless, and | know that you're scared.

To Colleen Hoover and Jamie McGuire. I wouldn't want to travel this road with anyone else. Knowing I have the both of you to talk to is priceless. I love your faces.

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The golden boy and heir to the billion-dollar empire, Bash Hughes has been the love of Trinity's life, even if he was a bully. He has everything the world can offer, but she's only his best friend—nothing more. And it eventually ended badly. They went separate ways then. Years later, their worlds collide, but they're two different people now—Trinity transforms into a gorgeous redhead. Well, Bash always has the looks, money, and now power. Trinity still mourns her loss, while Bash isn't ready for another relationship. Is there still a friendship to catch up on, or do they want something more? What will happen when their first glance reignites something hard to shake off?

Luc scanned the headlines and bylines with a distracted air, unable to voice even to himself what —who —he was looking for. Then he saw it. ‘Piano Prodigy…pregnant?’ The photo was a blurry shot of Abby walking down a street in London. The newspaper had helpfully added a red circle to highlight the slight swell of her middle. It only took up a few inches of space on the third page of the arts section. Abby, Luc realised, was hardly news any more. Yet she was, it seemed, pregnant. And he knew without even a flicker of doubt that if there was indeed a baby then it was his. He pushed the paper away, unfocused, unseeing, his mind spinning with thoughts he could barely articulate. The coffee at his elbow grew cold and the sun rose in the sky, casting longer and longer shadows on the floor. Finally, as if shaking himself from a dream, Luc rose. He reached for his cellphone, flicking it open and punching buttons. When his assistant answered, he spoke tersely. ‘I need the jet. This morning.’ Luc snapped his cell shut and gazed out at the River Seine winding through the city, at the cherry trees just beginning to blossom. Then, turning away from the charming sight, he prepared to pack for his trip to England…to find Abby.

"My name is Mike Cristoff Murgoci," he stated confidently in a whisper. She sat next to him and extended her hand. Mike blushed again when the cute little girl smiled at him and added, "From now on, I shall be your friend," and he glanced at her puzzled. Mike subsequently discovered that he is in love with this adorable little girl, because just seeing her grin made him desire her even more as if he needed her to be his possession. It's just him. "Can you tell me what that is?" Mike pointed to her toy, and she grinned back, causing Mike to blush again and again.

When I got the glimpse of him standing at my door, I was no longer that courageous lady who had ousted her ex-boyfriend from her apartment a while ago. Neither was I that lady who had thought that whatever comes up she will handle it alone. I found myself losing from who I was with his sight. My muscles which were as hard as rock suddenly start to melt down making me feel vulnerable. Chills ran down my spine and I gulped hard just to get rid of my dry throat. He was staring at me with that warm smile on his face, but my eyelids were already filled with tears and it silently ran down without making a noise. The heart which was aching due to the betrayal of my ex-boyfriend was gradually coming to ease with his soothing smile. He extended his arms and said, “See I told you I am not kidding.” I was no longer able to hold it. So I ran into his arms and wrapping my hand around his neck hugged him as tightly as I could. The tears which were holding back burst out at once and I wept as loud as I could in his embrace.

WARNING! This article contains adult content. 21+ (!!) please be wise in your reading choices. "Alisya Alexander, I will conquer you my way." Bryan promised silently. "You'll scream with satisfaction once I'm inside you." - BRYAN LOUIZ WILLIAM - "I will never be conquered, not even by a jerk like you." - ALISYA ALEXANDERS -

Quentin is forced to marry Freya, his mate Tyler's best friend, in an arranged marriage set up by their families, who are business partners. They all attend the same school, Wulfgar Academy, where usually only the richest can go. Tyler is the only exception. She is from an ordinary family. Quentin is still in love with Tyler, who is heartbroken over the marriage. At their engagement party, a video surfaces showing Tyler professing her love to Quentin, upsetting Freya...

[Warning: Matured Content ] EESHA DENISE COLLY is a simple girl who has lived a good life until she meets MIKE KRISTOFF MURGOCI, the man who claims her as his own. When he first saw Denise. He had already claimed her as his property. Denise is no longer an independent woman who lived her own life and made her own decision. She was ruled by him. He used her to his advantage. He had her under his control and was enamored with her. He was ruining the brave woman Denise once was because he wants Denise to be completely dependent on him. Mike changes Denise in many ways, and because of that, She doesn't even remember the old Denise was. She was gone since he meet him. She felt as if she were withering away like a flower that has died. She's on the verge of falling away. That's why the beauty wishes to escape from the beast. Write to Angie Writes

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“She faced the bed; raised her skirt at the front above her knees; lifted one knee onto the mattress before placing the other alongside. Then, she hauled up the back of her skirt, rucked it up around her waist to expose her backside, before spreading her knees and leaning forward on her palms, holding her head high, concaving her spine and pushingout her breasts like the prow of a boat. Finally, she gave the coupdegrace: Sappho, knowing fullwell what to expect, uttered the words; “I’m ready, Sir!” A story of how a chance encounter changes the life of a beautiful, and very vanilla young housewife, as she begins to seek out things that, at one time, would have appalled her. The unsuspecting Sappho is initiated as a submissive and encouraged from one experience to another until she’s finally addicted to cock. Never once does Sappho say, 'No'! Never once does she hesitate and, soon, a new destiny emerges when she becomes a magnet for powerful men.

Constancia Island, an exclusive Caribbean paradise is a sovereign country designed exclusively for the institution of Female Domination and male submission... where troubled young males, at one time destined for lives of crime, are treated as beasts of burden, ponyboys, not only for the amusement of the island's defacto queen, Lady Constance, but as the island's sole method of conveyance for visitors and residents alike. Lady Constance is assisted in her endeavors by welltrained female descendants of a curious African tribe whose disdain for the male gender becomes the basis for the female hierarchy on the island. Everything at the island has been built and acquired to keep the male beast wellexercised, chaste and servile. Majordomo to Lady Constance, Jasmine, properly trains the submissives, and assists Dr. Reinhold in the ultimate medical modification of the male to keep them subservient, randy and eager to serve their Mistress in any way she desires.

“… if her eyes had him captured, her smile enslaved him…” Even during their first encounter, the sexy coed Kimberly has Alex wrapped around her little finger. As one date leads to the next, he’s so smitten with the lovely female that he barely notices her dominant command of their budding relationship. However, when he carelessly puts his feet on the coffee table and fails to remove them when she asks, he gets his rude wakeup call! Ordered to strip and crawl over her lap for a punishment spanking, he may burn with humiliation, but his desire for the daunting female only increases. He pleasures her twice, spends the night with her naked in his bed, but he gets nothing for himself. And when he timidly registers his complaints, Kimberly quickly spins the conversation in a different direction. Before he knows it, Alex has agreed to give the little vixen absolute control of his sexual release. He’s forbidden to come without her permission, something she’ll dole out sparsely. Later, after she ‘queens’ him for the first time, sitting on his face for oral sex, she announces quite proudly that she’s now become his Mistress. Courting Mistress Kimberly becomes a lengthy lesson in submission for Alex, as he’s required to focus his entire attention into becoming her worthy servant, while getting very little pleasure in return. He’s at her beck and call, serves her slavishly, cleaning her apartment in a girly apron, and taking her rough punishment when he fails to meet her exacting standards. If he’s to get any sexual satisfaction from the relationship it will be on her terms, by her rules and only after he’s devotedly served her and she finds him worthy.

Bereft at the loss of his wife, artist Ivey Marks finds himself manipulated into joining Countess Natasha Vronsky in her domain at Russleder (Russian Leather) in Siberia. She initially plans to make him her figurehead Count. But Ivey rebels, and Countess Vronsky brings him to his knees as just another of her twelve slaves. In his humbled position, Ivey discovers there's a slave rebellion afoot a scheme to overthrow the Countess with the help of a mysterious outlaw who calls himself Strelnikov. Ivey, ever the loner, tries three times to escape by himself. But the Countess tracks him down each time with the help of her comrade, Dr. Sasha Khachaturian. Ivey gradually realizes his Goddess lets him flee for the sport of recapturing him, then humiliating him with a whipping in front of the other slaves. The Countess Vronsky delights in seeing how harshly she can abuse him. And while Ivey's secret and perverse delight in being under Countess Vronsky's heel disturbs him, he can't help but be drawn to her powerful allure. When Strelnikov materializes as a very real challenge to Countess Vronsky's authority, whose side will Ivey choose? Or does it matter? Are they both out to kill him? Even as Ivey is caught up saving himself from the Countess and Strelnikov, he longs for the breathtaking Sable Brandenburg. But with the Countess in charge, his acute desire to be subject to this beautiful mistress is little more than a pipe dream. This beautifully crafted story weaves a tale steeped in Female domination and male submission.

Labyrinth is not so much a place, as a state of mind; the domain of men who worship the female sex and with the same gut level passion reduce them to little more than sexual playthings. Alec West On windswept nights, off city streets, from the monotony of daily life, four sexy females are seized by powerful men who will take them into the depths of a mysterious Labyrinth for a 24 hour orgy of sadistic sex and forced submission. The powerful erotic spell the Labyrinth weaves around its submissive females remains unbroken until the last hour of each spectacle is played out. Among the four is the beautiful Lana...until her charming black lover swept into her world, she was a sad girl with great ambitions working for tips in an allnight diner. Though she's now a successful magazine editor, this seductive beauty remains an owned woman, in every way a slave to the dominant lover who rescued her from despair. Shackled, caged, beaten and thoroughly trained as a humble sexual servant, she's faithfully served her master. But now she wants out of the contract she once signed in blood. The only way to earn her freedom will be to give her master what he desires...the waifish ballet dancer, Evie. But time is slipping by fast. Lana has only until the end of the Labyrinth's next gathering to bring Evie to her master or he'll void their deal and she'll be sold! The ambitious stockbroker, Kathryn, and the overworked seamstress, Jewel, join Lana and Evie, telling tales of the mystifying Labyrinth and the unfolding drama that will determine if Evie will succumb to the seduction and Lana earn her freedom.

"The lyrics are a series of short-novels all inspired by the lyrics of Genesys songs. The stories are an elaborate fantasy transformation in the light of imaginary projections induced by listening to some Genesys songs (and reading their lyrics). ”Wind and Wuthering”, ”Duke” and ”a Trick of the Tail ” are the albums of Genesis whose songs inspired these novels. Some of them intertwine with each other, others live their own lives. All the result of those fantasy plots that each of us carries with us and that the music of Genesis manages, inevitably, to make alive."

"In the year 2000 the elderly emeritus police commissioner D'Aiazzo, is working alongside Commissioner Sordi, his former employee, as a consultant at the Police Headquarters in Turin. He is investigating a series of murders that seem to be the anarchic work of a sadistic serial killer or people sacrifices to the devil of one of the sulfurous sects in the macabre-obsessed Turin. But it could also or only have elements related to the brand of terrorism that had raged in Italy until about twenty years beforehand and still drags on into the end of the millennium. The monster suppresses his victims in a horrendous way, pushing the murder weapon into an ear until it reaches the brain and kills them. The investigation unfolds through disturbing suspicions, identity crises, psychological annotations, and reaches its conclusive acme in the unsettling final revelation, which has the death of the police commissioner himself, as the very consequence of his discovery of the culprit as its addendum. In the year 2000 the elderly police commissioner emeritus Vittorio D'Aiazzo is working alongside commissioner Sordi, his former employee, as a consultant to the Turin Police Headquarters. They are investigating a series of murders that appear to be the anarchic work of a sadistic serial killer or sacrifices to the devil by one of the sulfurous sects of macabre-obsessed Turin. But they may also, or only, have roots related to the terrorism that had raged in Italy until twenty years earlier and is still dragging on at the end of the millennium. The monster suppresses his victims horrendously by sticking the murder weapon into an ear until it reaches the brain, with lethal results. The investigation touches on private issues and moves forward through a motley group of humanity that is not entirely morally transparent. But it also touches on the political, economic, and social themes typical of the 1970s during the so-called anni di piombo (years of terrorism), when political and private violence normally ended up being mixed with the disappearance, or almost, of the concept of the person and the prevalence of social roles. Vittorio D'Aiazzo's investigation winds its way through the evil fruits of those perverse seeds, amid disturbing conjectures, identity crises, psychological annotations, and reaches its crucial acme in the unsettling final revelation which has as an addendum the death of the commissioner himself, resulting from the discovery of the culprit."