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Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 143.9k Views

I Transmigrated and became the Villainess that refuses to die!

#Transmigration She died choking on instant noodles while hate-reading a trashy palace novel. Next thing she knows, she wakes up as Lady Seo-Hwa, the gorgeous, evil villainess who gets strangled to death in chapter 42 for trying to poison the pure-hearted heroine. Hell no. Armed with full knowledge of the original story, our girl burns the poison, confesses in front of the entire court while wearing funeral white, and somehow ends up standing at the cold emperor’s right hand instead of in a prison cell. Emperor Taehyun was supposed to hate her. He was supposed to love the sweet transmigrated heroine and execute Seo-Hwa without a second thought. Instead he’s obsessed. Someone still wants the villainess dead (assassins in the night, red silk cords, betrayal in every shadow), but every attempt only pulls Taehyun closer. One brush of fingers turns into secret midnight dates outside the palace walls. One protective glare turns into scorching kisses under a full moon. She came here to survive. She never planned to make the most powerful man in the empire fall first… and fall hard. Now the real mastermind behind the murder plots is moving, the heroine is panicking, the Empress Dowager is sharpening her knives, and war is coming to the border. 150 chapters of slow-burn royal romance, bloody palace intrigue, and the most satisfying role-reversal ever: A villainess who refuses to follow the script… and the dragon emperor who will burn the kingdom down before he lets anyone take her from him. Perfect for readers who want: - Enemies-to-lovers (but he falls first and harder) - “I know the plot and I’m breaking it” energy - Possessive emperor + clever queen vibes - Lots of kissing in inappropriate places Get ready to root for the villainess. This time, she wins everything.
Angel_chrysalis · 1.4k Views

"To live"

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. Who had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him. A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son" His father, Emre Yunus Hakan, handed him the keys to the Hakan estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him. Conversing to him on state matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters as he recalled past events. Months passed. One fateful night, he received the news. "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet. The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent Hakan estate. Where he would find his "relatives" people who he had lost connection to the day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily. He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was. Clutching around the coffin, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Hands stopping as he clicked at a profile. There in the screen showed the picture of a woman, she was a beauty, and he had known it. Sharing their numbers he agreed on meeting her. It was a Sunday. Nur walked around the streets of Istanbul. Phone in hand, talking to the woman on the other end. "I will see you, bye" he abruptly mumbled as he cut the Call. He then made his way in one of the shops. Just as he stepped in--Thud* oh god... a feminine voice came out as he stared at her. The woman mumbled a sorry as she quickly retreated a bouquet that laid on the ground. Her eyes then went up to him, warm, honey like orbs locking with a piercing pair of blues. They stared at each other. As Nur's eyes unraveled her, she was even prettier than the girl he was supposed to meet. I-I'm sorry... (affet beni...) she said again and slid past him. Nur snapped his head, watching her go. Then turned to the front. On the ground was embroidered purse. He then crouched down, hands grazing against it, he clutched at the purse. Inside was an ID: Ayse Yildiz there was the picture of her. Ayse Yildiz... he practiced the name as if he has an obligation to remember it for eternity. Perhaps... his lips twitched, perhaps, he will have to... remember it for eternity...
Aysegulyildiz · 477 Views