dances with wolfs

WARNING: {R18+ ROMANCE} {Explicit sexual content} ------ At Rovery College, Abir, a magnetic student, is drawn into a whirlwind of forbidden passion when Joita, a seductive classmate, lures him into a provocative classroom encounter, her curves igniting a primal dance of desire. Their reckless tryst, watched by five bold female students, escalates as Joita pushes Abir further, their kisses and thrusts fueling a risky game of pleasure and power in the classroom. As whispers of their exploits spread, Abir faces a growing web of temptation, with new challenges and daring encounters lurking just beyond the horizon, promising to test his limits in unexpected ways.

A detective stumbles upon the tension between myth, logic, and time

Max locks the door behind them and crouches down next to Marcy they are both shaking. Max lifts her phone and notices that Dexter hung up. The girls are locked inside with no way of knowing what is happening outside of the bathroom door. They know the wolves have arrived, they are there to try and protect them because they can hear howling and screaming coming from right outside the door. Marcy held Max as she cries quietly into her shoulder and they both slide down the bathroom wall to crouch on the floor. The screams and banging continue from outside the door and it sounds like the whole house is going to cave in at any moment. After the girls huddle there for what feels like hours the house suddenly goes quiet. Marcy looks at Max and asks "where is Ian, do you think he knows?" Max hugs her tight and looks around the bathroom as if she is trying to figure out their next move. "Max" Dexter yells from downstairs. Max slides herself across the bathroom floor and places her hand on the door. "It's gonna be okay" max says and lifts herself off the bathroom floor and then swings the door open ready to Sprint down the stairs to Dexter, but Max is met with Ian's gaze instead. His eyes no longer an emerald green they are now a dark mossy color filled with hear and rage only enhanced by the hunters blood on his cruel twisted face. "I'm gonna go see who needs my help" max stammers as she ducks around Ian who was looking through her and right at Marcy any ways. "Marcy" Ian says as he moves twords the woman who is still curled up shaking involuntarily in the corner of the bathroom floor. He reaches out his hand to help her up "are you okay?" Marcy looks up to meet his gaze and nods her head reaching up to his extended hand. Ian pulls Marcy out of the floor and can read the shock on her face. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay.

Moved to new link: https://sharestory.io/ Eron Camden/Aaron Keizer- youngest son of a rich and powerful Alpha, the only brother of a new Alpha but feels unaccepted and lacking in his pack because he could not “hear” his wolf though he can shift, transform, and is an excellent fighter. Runs away from home and becomes co-leader of a mafia-like private army of a corrupt, sex-craved governor, then escapes his employer to turn over a new leaf as a lumberjack in a faraway mountain village. There he met his human mate Diwana Wolf, who does not know of his dark past and Lycan line. However, he's at a loss as to how he can admit his feelings to Diwa without exposing his true nature and wicked past?

In a world where elegance hides ruthless ambition, young Victor Argent is an heir to a powerful noble family, lives a life of privilege, yet restlessness stirs within him. Everything changes the night of a grand banquet when strange memories overwhelm him, visions of a past life as Edric Thornwell, a brilliant scholar. These fragments unlock a shocking truth: the world he lives in mirrors a book he once read, The Grasp of Darkness. Victor realizes he’s not just a nobleman. He’s a character in a story written by someone else. But with Edric’s knowledge now a part of him, Victor refuses to follow a script. Instead of fearing the darkness growing inside him, he chooses to use it to break free from fate and carve out his own path. Victor did not just survive deadly heists, he also uncovered betrayal within his own household. He’s no longer a background character in someone else’s tale. He’s becoming the author of his own!

A Student with over the top rumors surrounding the Jr. has been nothing but false by the students,what he really is deep down is an honest heart made of gold,one day, appearing at the wrong Place at the wrong time forced him to participate in a tournament...a tournament to become the next lord of everything,or in Christian terms,God.

From quiet meadows to soaring skies, this debut collection captures the fleeting magic of the world around us. Dances, Towers, Hills and Skies blends lyrical nature imagery with imaginative flourishes, tracing the light that lingers on treetops, towers, hillsides and passing clouds. Gentle, whimsical, and reflective, these poems offer a moment of stillness — a first glimpse into a world where nature and imagination intertwine.

2 of the best dancers... The same dream... The same passion... But what happens.... When they have to share the same spotlight... "SERIOUSLY can you like stop bumping into me!" Anger courses through my body as I shoot him a glare. "Well.. if you'd stay out of my way then GLADLY!" the jerk says yelling near the end, "Aish this dumbass..-" I say muttering to myself. "What- what did you just say" "whAt- WHaT dID YOu jUsT SaY" I laugh as I mock him. I can feel the warmth of him on my back, I can feel him standing behind me, turning around I come face to face with him. His face inches from mine, "so you're mocking me now... well what happens if I kiss you?" A bit flustered my cheeks turn red. I snap out of my daze mustering up enough courage to reply. When it comes to this.. the only way I can win is if I fight fire with fire. looking into his eyes I say "well then I guess I'll have no choice...- ....but to return it".

A strange man pestered a young boy, “You look bored, do you wish to hear of the time when gods would walk upon the mortal plane? The story of Madness that Dances Under the Moon?” “Uh? No? Ah wait please!! Don’t leave!! Just a bit of your time!!!” The man pleaded. “I’m not giving you money.” The boy said. “No, no! It’s fine I don’t need money! Just listen to my story!” The man said, frantically trying to convince the boy. “What the hell? Ask someone else.” The boy looked at the man warily. “And let me tell you this, if you try to kidnap me, I’m very sick in the head, so I might just go crazy.” “I’m not going to kidnap you! Really, I just want you to listen to me!” The man said. “Ok, maybe I believe you, but why me of all people?!” The boy asked, flabbergasted at the man’s conviction in making him stay. “Well, Erm. I can see it in you!! Your aura and personality! Your looks!! It has to be you!” The man explained. The boy looked at the the crazy man. Who would be insane enough to follow a random crazy? ‘I am.’ The boy thought.

in a world of supernatural beings and battle between vampires and werewolves. carl a boy who lost his mother in the hands of these beings at the age of three vows to take revenge and get stronger, find out how he became the reaper the one who kills mercilessly and learns new secret about his mother's death.