Zelda Blair

“ tell me, who you belongs to " he orders,his tone firm and s*xy as hell as he slides his fingers inside her, pressing deep... ______________________ Collarbone calling for my lips. The delicate skin of your breast beckoning my mouth As i whisper your name on goosebumps rising Give me those eager hips, And i will make them dance with a flicker of my tongue. __________________ KISS me  In a way that tells me         that i am What your FANTASIES     are made of           AND the dreams that you refuse to wake from       AND  the reality of both being      breathed  Into LIFE....

"Love " one word which is so difficult to get. Yet so easy to throw. _______________ A beautiful and innocent girl running from her past met a sinfully handsome man whom she thought to be her saviour, but end up being her nightmare. She was running from her past nightmares but wasn't aware of the future nightmares. Will that man help her before it's too late or she will be drown in the deep hunting nights of her past?? Will he ever realise her worth?? Will she ever be comfortable to share her past?? Will he ever love her the way she deserves??

In the quiet shadows of the Crestwood pack, Damien Cromwell, the powerful alpha, found himself torn between duty and desire. The moon hung low, casting an ambiguous glow over the scene as he stood before Amelia Sterling, an omega and his mate, who had just given him her most intimate gift. They just found that they are mates. Amelia Sterling, vulnerable and trusting, looked at Damien Cromwell with hopeful eyes, seeking affirmation of the connection they had just shared. However, a heavy silence lingered as Damien, conflicted by the responsibilities of his role, couldn't allow personal emotions to compromise the pack's dynamics. With a somber expression, Damien Cromwell gently pushed Amelia's tousled hair away from her face, a touch that held both tenderness and regret. "Amelia," he murmured, his voice weighed down by the burden of his decision, "what happened between us was a momentary lapse. Our connection runs deep, but the needs of the pack demand a different path. I, Damien Cromwell, alpha of Crestwood pack reject you Amelia Sterling as my mate and the luna of this pack." Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief and hurt as the reality of rejection sank in. “ple.. Please don't Damien... Please" Amelia whispered in a broken tone. Damien's resolve wavered for a moment, but he stepped back, creating a widening chasm between them. "I must prioritize the stability of Crestwood," he explained, his tone heavy with the weight of duty. As the moon bore witness to their tangled emotions, Damien turned away, leaving Amelia with a shattered heart and the bitter taste of a momentary bliss that crumbled in the face of alpha responsibilities. Was Damien's decision truly irrevocable, or would the bond they shared prove stronger than the constraints of pack dynamics? Could Amelia find strength within herself to heal and, perhaps, challenge the norms that dictated their fate? And as the moon observed their destinies entwined yet apart, what twists and turns awaited these characters in the intricate dance between duty and desire?

"Déjame", ella susurró en voz alta. "Nunca Gattina" habló con voz ronca mientras movía los dedos a lo largo de su muslo, lo que la hizo temblar. "Yo ... soy ... soy ... no ... enojadas ... Nuestras cosas" atendió, disfrutando de la creación de Havoc en su cuerpo por sus dedos callosos. De repente, envolvió sus s*xy dígitos contra su cisne, como hermoso cuello y se apretó, pero no es difícil de lastimarla, sino suficiente para que se sienta mojado entre sus fugosos muslos. "Eres mía, Gattina. Sólo mía. Destruiré quién te arrebató de mí. Haré su vida infierno. Lo quemaré vivo frente a tus ojos". Gritó en un tono dominante. Cerró los ojos, sintiendo el placer de construir en su cuerpo por su dominio y dejaron escapar un suspiro ronco. Sus ojos se oscurecieron en el deseo y "follarlo", le rompió los labios contra ella y me chupó el infierno de sus pétalos rosados. Él estaba chupándole y le mordió la frustración de sus hermosos labios ...

“Please, don't kill me…. Please.." she pleaded, trying to grasp fragments of her breath as she stared at the lifeless body and pool of blood before her in fright. "Jason, she might be a good toy for the night, what do you think?" One of the men asked his colleague, stretching strands of his beards. "You must be insane. Have you forgotten the mission statement?" Jason asked and he scratched his head. "Pretty girl, I'm sorry" he said, squatting to the level of the girl who trembled on the floor. "Anyone who sees the hit, goes down with the target" one of them said coldly from behind and the next moment, a bullet hole was formed between her brows as her body convulsed.

En las tranquilas sombras de la manada de Crestwood, Damien Cromwell, el poderoso alfa, se encontró dividido entre el deber y el deseo. La luna colgaba baja, proyectando un resplandor ambiguo sobre la escena mientras estaba de pie frente a Amelia Sterling, una omega y su compañera, que acababa de darle su regalo más íntimo. Acaban de descubrir que son compañeros. Amelia Sterling, vulnerable y confiada, miró a Damien Cromwell con ojos esperanzados, buscando la afirmación de la conexión que acababan de compartir. Sin embargo, un pesado silencio se prolongó ya que Damien, en conflicto con las responsabilidades de su papel, no podía permitir que las emociones personales comprometieran la dinámica de la manada. Con una expresión sombría, Damien Cromwell apartó suavemente el cabello alborotado de Amelia de su rostro, un toque que contenía ternura y arrepentimiento. —Amelia —murmuró, con la voz agobiada por el peso de su decisión—, lo que sucedió entre nosotros fue un lapsus momentáneo. Nuestra conexión es profunda, pero las necesidades de la manada exigen un camino diferente. Yo, Damien Cromwell, alfa de la manada de Crestwood, te rechazo a Amelia Sterling como mi compañera y la luna de esta manada. Los ojos de Amelia se abrieron con incredulidad y dolor cuando la realidad del rechazo se hundió. "Por favor... Por favor, no Damien... Por favor —susurró Amelia en tono entrecortado—. La determinación de Damien vaciló por un momento, pero dio un paso atrás, creando un abismo cada vez mayor entre ellos. —Debo dar prioridad a la estabilidad de Crestwood —explicó, con un tono cargado por el peso del deber—. Mientras la luna era testigo de sus emociones enredadas, Damien se dio la vuelta, dejando a Amelia con el corazón destrozado y el sabor amargo de una felicidad momentánea que se desmoronó frente a las responsabilidades alfa. ¿Era la decisión de Damien realmente irrevocable, o el vínculo que compartían resultaría más fuerte que las limitaciones de la dinámica de la manada? ¿Podría Amelia encontrar fuerza dentro de sí misma para sanar y, tal vez, desafiar las normas que dictaron su destino? Y mientras la luna observaba sus destinos entrelazados pero separados, ¿qué giros y vueltas les esperaban a estos personajes en la intrincada danza entre el deber y el deseo?

It hurts when you have someone in your heart, but you can't have them in your arms. ____________ She loved him unconditionally. Because love never applies conditions. Yet, it is so painful. Her love for him was unlimited. The pain was unbearable, but the outcome will be remarkable, that's what her love is… Her lips were always expressing her love for him, even though she knows it will never be reciprocated. Still, she was always expressing her love and she knew he will never melt. His cold heart will never love her. But what will be the last thing that will break his heart or remain the same??? So guys this is my new story and let's meet both of them, what will be their relationship. What will happen to them in the future?? Don't judge… Just read and comment…

"leave me" she whispered in a heavy voice. " never gattina" he spoke huskily while moving his fingers along her thigh which made her shiver. " i..i...am..m...not..y..yours" she stuttered, enjoying the havoc creating in her body by his calloused fingers. Suddenly he wrapped his s*xy digits against her swan like beautiful neck and squeezed but not hard to hurt her, but enough to make her feel wet between her plumply thighs. "YOU ARE MINE, GATTINA. ONLY MINE. I WILL DESTROY WHO EVER WILL SNATCH YOU FROM ME. I WILL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES. " HE shouted in a dominating tone. She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure building up in her body by his dominance and let out a husky sigh. His eyes darkened in desire and" F*CK IT" HE smashed his lips against her and s*ck the hell out of her pink petals. H3 was sucking and biting her leeting out his frustration on her beautiful lips....