Ergebnis für "Soul" in Erotik

I earned my reputation among magicians for a reason: one wrong move and you're dead. Killer, they called me, and killing is what I'm best at. Except her. The one I was supposed to take, the one I should have killed–I didn't. The cult that once controlled me wants her, and I'm not about to lose my new toy to them.

Twenty years ago, monsters rose on earth and began a new age of civilization. One where humans live in military-controlled, cramped and dirty cities along the coasts, and the majority of the United States is known as the Wastes. A lawless, desolate and dangerous place, teeming with monsters that have claimed the land for their own. Including Wyn the Soul Eater. He appears every three years, making his way across the country and slaughtering humans randomly, sucking them dry until they’re nothing but husks.

Leon. Ich habe mir meinen Ruf unter Magiern nicht umsonst verdient: Ein falscher Schritt, und du bist tot. Mörder, nannten sie mich, und das Töten ist das, was ich am besten kann. Außer bei ihr. Bei derjenigen, die ich nehmen sollte, bei derjenigen, die ich hätte töten sollen – habe ich es nicht getan. Der Kult, der mich einst kontrollierte, will sie haben, und ich werde mein neues Spielzeug nicht an sie verlieren. Rae. Ich habe immer an das Übernatürliche geglaubt. Die Jagd nach Geistern ist meine Leidenschaft, aber das Herbeirufen eines Dämons war nie Teil des Plans.

Stormy Soul: dir ergeben handelt von einer Schüler-Lehrerbeziehung, in der sich beide gegen die Anziehung wehren, bis sie ihr erliegen. Emotional, tiefgründig und absolut herzzerreißend, mit Happy-End-Garantie.

After a cult tried to sacrifice me to their wicked God, I went on the run, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Until a demon offered me a deal: give him my soul and he'll help me claim the vengeance I seek. Blood will be spilled, and the monsters I once ran from will soon be running from me. But damning my soul was just the beginning; it's my heart the demon wants next.

I don’t believe in religion but I do believe in fate, Karma but most importantly, I believe in soulmates and I know I have met mine. I can feel it in my bones. Roman Hilson is the other half of my soul. He hasn’t had real love in his life, but I'm prepared to go big or go bigger to show him we belong together.

Juniper. Nachdem eine Sekte versucht hatte, mich ihrem bösen Gott zu opfern, war ich auf der Flucht und tat alles, was nötig war, um zu überleben. Bis mir ein Dämon einen Deal anbot: Ich schenke ihm meine Seele und er würde mir helfen, die Rache zu nehmen, die ich suchte. Blut wird vergossen werden und die Monster, vor denen ich einst davonlief, werden bald vor mir davonlaufen. Aber meine Seele zu verdammen, war nur der Anfang – als Nächstes will der Dämon mein Herz.

Nach einem verzweifelten Versuch, ihrem Leben ein Ende zu setzen, findet sich Wynn in Harlow Sanctum wieder. Das altehrwürdige Sanatorium ist bekannt für seine unkonventionellen Therapiemethoden und berüchtigt für die Geheimnisse, die hinter seinen Mauern lauern. Dort lernt Wynn schließlich auch Liam kennen. Liam ist düster, grausam, gebrochen – und dennoch voller Lebenswillen. Die beiden könnten nicht unterschiedlicher sein. Aber können sie ineinander auch Heilung finden?

Ein sadistischer Killer. Eine Studentin mit dunklen Geheimnissen. Eine Nacht, in der alles schiefläuft. Eigentlich dachte ich, es wäre eine gute Idee, eine Nacht lang Spaß zu haben - ohne Verpflichtungen. Wer rechnet schon damit, am nächsten Morgen im Bett eines eiskalten Berufskillers aufzuwachen? Aber es ist nicht so, als hätte ich nicht meine eigenen Geheimnisse.

Vor der Vergangenheit kannst du nicht davonlaufen, egal wie schnell du rennst. Sie ist ein Teil von dir und irgendwann holt sie dich ein. Anastasia hat ihren Alltag im Griff trotz einer Phobie, mit der sie sich täglich herumschlagen muss, und der Tatsache, dass sie das Bett mit einem Mann nur einmal teilen kann. Ihr Nebenjob im Escort-Service passt daher perfekt zu ihr. Mit dem Milliardär Enzo Gonzáles gerät ihr Leben jedoch aus der Balance und in ihr wächst der Wunsch nach einem Hauch von Normalität. Wären da nicht die düsteren Fragmente aus verdrängten Zeiten, die sie zu überwältigen drohen.

Sixty days of total submission. No safe words. No limits. No holds barred. Sixty days of your body being used and abused and pushed to extremes. Then you were free to go, no further dues, thanks and goodbye. And your bank balance looked seriously healthy for the experience. I should never have been tempted. Not for a second. Not after hearing the brutal tales of what happens to you. But I had to. My sister desperately needed the money. Needed Me. I’d just never have guessed in a million years that soon enough I’d be needing him. The beautiful stranger.

The secret is out: I’m the prophesied scourge, and according to the Legacy Council, my quintet and I must be hunted down and destroyed immediately. With the size of the bounty they’ve put on our heads, there’s no telling who we can trust. Going on the run feels cowardly, but it’s necessary. We need time to regroup so I can move on to the next step of my plan to free the humans trapped in the Nether. We also have to figure out how I’m being mysteriously bound to each of my matches. It should be impossible, yet the more we bond against all odds, the more powerful I feel.

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A shocking revelation has torn the Shadowed Souls apart, splintering them from within. Now fractured and facing unseen dangers, the remaining members are forced to make an impossible choice: search for Wyatt, their self-destructive leader, or protect the feisty ballet dancer they've all come to cherish, Avery. Avery swept into their lives and captured their hearts, becoming the embodiment of everything these damaged men have always craved—a love to hold on to, a family to call their own.

All the struggles have made me tough, but I will come back stronger. Opening up did not go as planned, and my feelings are all over the place. I finally found someone to rely on, someone who is made for me. So why can’t I stop thinking about his two best friends?

Recovering addict Jamie Yorke has returned to England from California. With no home or family to speak of, he sticks a pin in a map and finds a small town in the Derbyshire Peak District. Matlock Bath is a quiet place - he just needs to get there, keep his head down, and stay clean. Ex-Army medic Marc Ramsey's recovering from life-changing combat injuries while pulling nights as a trauma specialist at the local hospital. When Jamie - so wild and beautiful - bursts into his life, working himself into the ground isn’t as compelling as it used to be.

This is a time for us. You. And I. I am yours. You are mine. Join me in the height of passion. Escape with me to an orgasmic and sensual sensory experience. Let me give you the attention you deserve. I want you to feel cherished, adored, and desired. Irish-born erotic author Gaelforce is well known for his warmth, humor, and intoxicating sensuality.

Labeled a 'Cursed' woman of Eve from birth, Maddie has endured nothing but pain and repression at the hands of The Order's most abusive elder, Moses. Now living with her sister in The Hangmen's secluded compound, Maddie is free. Free from the suffocating faith she no longer believes in. Free from endless years of physical and mental torment. Maddie is content to live within the confines of her new home - safe from the outside world, safe from harm and protected by the Hangmen's most volatile member.

The beautiful monster holds my body and soul in his brutal fingers. I’m his to use. His to dominate. His to command like a puppet on a stage for dirty eyes across the dark web. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t want to take every dark instruction from his lips and give him my everything. But I do. It should be about the money. About saving my sister from certain doom and bailing us both out of financial misery. It should be about forging a new life, a new world for the pair of us once my 60 days are served. But it’s not. Not anymore. It’s about him.

I've been deprived of normalcy since the day I was born, lacking the needed essential nourishment that my starving soul yearns for. Desperately, I've hoped that someone or something would come along and bring me back to life, but small kernels of my withered being have wanted to give up. Past and present wounds continue to surface, giving small, unwanted reminders of my fate.