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"You have no idea how badly I want to make love to you," he responds with a shake of his head. "I love you so much," he continues and my heart melts.
"I love you," I whisper back.
"Okay, I'm going to make love to you now, Angel. It will hurt a little, so let me know if it hurts too much," he says and leans down to kiss me. "I'll be gentle," he tells me.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine he shifts his hips forward slightly and enters inside of me. My mouth widens as he enters, and I feel a slight pinch. He was right, it does hurt, but it's not terrible.
"Christ! You're the sun!" he calls out. I watch his face crumble. He buries his face in my neck and then he's above me again, his hands on my cheeks again.
...
For 20 year old Alison Scott, love was never something she deemed herself worthy of.
Not until he came along.
With his tousled brown hair, lean muscular body and smile that ignited everything south of her body; he was unbearably attractive and intimidating to Alison. She thought he could never be interested in someone like her, until he was. Was living in the same household together with someone you want and need such a great idea?
As they embark on this journey together, Alison discovers her own desires as well as all the secrets Isaac keeps.
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Chapter 5
When I woke up Saturday morning, I felt as if I had been kicked by a truck. Starting work every night at six and finishing at two in the morning really took the energy out of me. I could hear talking and small humming of voices in the kitchen and went out to see who was there. All three boys stood in the kitchen and began clapping and cheering as soon as I walked into the kitchen.
"You owe me ten dollars," Emmett said to Zac, sipping his coffee and leaning against the counter.
"Why does he owe you ten dollars?" I asked, walking straight to the coffee machine.
"It's past ten," Zac said, sipping his own coffee.
I looked at Emmett with confusion on my face.
"We bet when you would wake up," Emmett laughed, responding to my unanswered question. "I bet you would wake up past ten," he continued.
"I bet you couldn't wake up until past twelve," Zac added.
"I didn't bet at all," Burney said with his hands up in the air as if he was about to be arrested.
"What time is it?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Fifteen minutes past," Zac said and then laughed. "I like what you're wearing."
I looked down at my bare legs and realised that I forgot to put on my track pants before leaving my bedroom. I stood in the kitchen, making my coffee in only a loose t-shirt and underwear.
"More like, I like what you're not wearing," He laughed, smiling around his mug.
"Oh, shut up," I smiled and could feel my chest and neck heat up.
"Are you working tonight as well?" Burney asked.
"Yes."
I talked about working last night with the boys as we drank out coffee, leaning on the counter.
"I need a shower," I said, taking my coffee into the bathroom with me as I quickly showered.
Once I was finished my shower I got changed quickly into a clean shirt and track pants and went into the living room to see Zac watching TV.
"What are you watching?" I asked and sat down next to him on the couch.
"Some animal documentary," Zac said, his eyes remained on the screen.
"Looks good," I smiled.
I watched Zac's hand, as he changed the channel.
"Tell me about yourself?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"Like what?" he asked, chuckling.
"I don't know," I said, smiling.
"Where should I start?" he asked with a goofy smile on his face.
"What is your favourite colour?" I shrugged, making his head turn back on the back of the couch and laugh.
After a moment he answered. "Green," he looked at me and paused. "Or maybe a dark gold."
I looked away and he laughed a mocking kind of laugh.
"What's your favourite colour?" he asked.
"Orange," I said without hesitation.
He huffed and looked away back at the TV
"Any siblings?" I asked, trying to keep him talking.
"An older brother," He said. "Older brother and a lot of cousins," he smiled a soft smile, as if he was remembering them fondly. "And you?"
"Three brothers. An older and two younger brothers," I said. After a moment of watching whatever channel Zac landed on. We sat in silence and I got up to get ready to eat and get ready for work.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Bed," I said after I grabbed some leftovers. "It was nice talking to you." I went into my room.
I started to get ready for work, drying and then curling my damp hair and applying my makeup. I thought about what Stevie Rae said about my clothes and decided to wear something more revealing. I chose a black leather singlet bra that had buckles at the straps; it almost looked like a harness. It looked like something that someone who was into BDSM would wear. It made my tits look good, which was what I was aiming for. I made my hair look similar to how Stevie Rae's hair did the first night I worked, with loose curls brushed out down to my waist. I looked good. Better than what I thought.
I stepped out of the room, remembering I left my jacket on a chair in the kitchen.
"Hey," Zac said. His eyes wandered over my face and body. "You look good."
"Oh... thanks." I smiled. Heat was already building up in my chest. My heels from my thigh high boots, clicked against the floor.
As soon as Emmett got home, I jumped into his car straight away and he was already dropping me off at the Bar.
"Thanks, taxi," I said with a laugh, when I left Emmett in the car.
I smiled at Koby when I stepped inside and went straight to the employee locker to drop off my things. When I arrived back out Stevie Rae was there to greet me.
"Hey, good-looking." Her hair was in a bun tonight.
"Hey," I smiled back.
"I'm putting you on the large bar today."
"What?" I looked at her deadpanned.
"You've proved to us for the past couple nights that you can handle the small bar. Maddie said you are really good, probably one of the best we've had in a long time."
I was extremely flattered, but at the same time the nerves from being put on at the large bar was getting to me.
"Are you sure, Stevie?" After a pause she looked at me with a question in her eyes. "Putting me on the large bar," I continued.
"The only way you'll learn how to swim is if we throw you into the deep end," she smiled.
"Hey, Ali," Maddie called out as she flipped a drink.
"Hi, Maddie," I laughed and got behind the bar with her.
Her short hair was in its usual half-up-half-down, but tonight she had on silver hook earrings and a mesh top with a bright coloured bra underneath.
"Same rules as before at the small bar. Whoever sits at your side of the bar is your customer and you serve them. When everyone is served and we're not as busy, you need to clean, otherwise we'll never get out of here in time," she laughed.
The bass from the music was roaring in my chest. I watched as the bar began to fill with people, some were already noticeably drunk, and others were just beginning. The night was still young.
"Dry Martini!"
"Whiskey Sour!"
"Gimlet!"
"I need more ice!" I screamed over the music to Maddie.
"Alex! Ice now," Maddie yelled to a busboy who wore a striped shirt as their uniform and then turned to me. "Don't be afraid to ask for what you need. Ask earlier otherwise it'll be too late."
Everyone was shouting drinks and I was making them just as quickly. I felt like I was in my element. I used to work at a local bar back at home, but it wasn't as large as the Bar.
I thanked Alex when he filled up my ice and flipped one of the bottles in the air behind my back at the same time. I got a series of cheers and claps afterwards which made me smile broadly.
Halfway through my shift, my tip jar was almost full. Working half my shift at the small bar, I would have only received a quarter of the tip jar to be full.
After a quick break out the back of the Bar in the cold air, I replaced Mia from my position at the large bar.
"Carlton Dry!"
I took the cap of the beer quickly and pushed it down the table to the customer.
Maddie served one of her customers quickly and then came up to me afterwards wiping her hand on her rag. She rested against the bar and leaned towards me.
"Don't look now- "
I began tilting my head around.
"Hey! What did I just say?"
"Sorry," I laughed which made her smile.
"Don'tlook now..." She paused with her eyes wide open which made me laugh again. "But there's a gu
I tried to be subtle when I turned my head, pretending that I was putting away a bottle on the shelves behind me.
I turned my head to the side and saw the only person sitting at my bar who was staring directly at me.
He was cute, very cute. A cute ginger, as Maddie put it. His hair was an orange flame, cut short with the front of his hair styled upwards. His face was defined with high cheekbones and a defined chin. He wore a grey hoodie underneath a black denim jacket, with the sleeves of his jackets folded up. In between his hands he held a Carlton Dry beer bottle.
He smiled at me, his eyes steady and staring directly into my eyes.
I turned back to my task, a smile creeping over my face and heat creeping up to my face from my chest.
I watched as the crowded dance floor began to die down just as last call was being called through a large bell at Maddie's side of the bar.
The bar began to crowd again like no one was ever going to be served a drink again. Maddie and I continued to flip drinks left, right and centre; people were ordering drinks just as quickly as we were serving them.
By the time the rush from last call died off, Maddie and I were wiping down our bar and putting back the drinks in their rightful place.
"He's still here," Maddie said, leaning into me, similar to how she was before.
I took a quick peak around my hair and she was right. The orange flame was still sitting in the same spot with an almost empty bottle between his hands.
"Get him another drink,"
"Last call is over," I replied back.
"Screw it," Maddie laughed. "I won't tell if you don't."
I shoved her with my elbow and smiled before slowly walking over towards the orange flame.
"What can I get for you?" I said, leaning my hands on the bar.
"That depends," he said, a smile creeping across his face.
"Depends on what?" His infectious smile made my own smile to break through.
"Can I get your number?" He said which made me laugh.
"How many times has that line worked?" I could feel that my smile was growing.
"Well, seeing as this is the first time that I've ever used it, then it depends on whether or whether not you give me your number," he said which made me laugh again.
"You have a great laugh," he said, smiling and staring directly int my eyes.
I looked away quickly and tucked my hair behind my ears.
"Uh thanks," I smiled.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"James. What's yours?"
"Ali."
"Is Ali short for something?" he smiled.
"Alison. Ali is short for Alison."
"It's nice to meet you Alison."
"Nice to meet you too, James."
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Come here that often, do you?" I laughed.
"I come here enough," he smiled which made me laugh harder.
"Yes, I am new, I started Tuesday," I stated.
"Ali, it's fifteen to two!" Maddie called out.
"Sorry, James. Looks like I'm going to kick you out," I said, teasing him.
"Is that so?" He asked, smiling a little more broadly.
"I'm a lot stronger than what I look."
He laughed and swallowed the rest of his drink.
"Can I walk you to your car later?" he asked, once he finished his drink.
"I get off work at little after two. We leave by the back door if you want to meet me there?"
"I'll be there." He nodded his head and handed me his empty bottle.
I watched him get off his stool and head through the front doors.
Maddie and I finished wiping down the bar and setting chairs back in place, so by the time two came around, we grabbed our jackets and walked out as a group to the back door.
James was waiting with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. He was a lot taller than me, probably only slightly shorter than Zac.
I walked up to him, a nervous smile beginning to form on my face.
"Hey," I smiled.
"How was work?" James asked.
"Good," I laughed. "I met this strange guy tonight."
"Strange, am I?" he laughed.
"Only slightly," I held up my fingers in a pinch leaving a tiny space between my forefinger and my thumb. "The tiniest bit," I continued.
After a second I realised that the Koby and girls were waiting.
"Go ahead guys," I said around James to them and Koby began walking the girls one by one to their cars.
"Where's your car?" He asked, as we continued walking down the side of the Bar to the front.
"I don't have one... Yet," I said.
"How are you getting home then?" He asked.
"One of my close friends picks me up," I said.
"Must be one hell of a friend to pick you up at two in the morning. Why do they pick you up?"
"I don't have a car," I laughed.
"No car, huh..." He said, looking away as we walked side by side. "So, does that mean I'll have to pick you up for our first date soon?" He smiled down at me and I pushed him with my shoulder.
I shook my head and smiled. "You're so cocky."
"Cocky good or cocky bad?"
"I'm not sure," I laughed.
"So, what do you say? Can I take you out soon?" He asked when we stripped at the front of the Bar, but Emmett's car wasn't there.
"Hmm, it depends. I'll just have to message you?"
"Are you serious?" He said, laughing.
I shrugged. "Give me your phone." I held my hand out to him and he put his phone in my hand for me to quickly put my number in.
A black old looking car rolled into the front then. A car I faintly recognised.
"This is my ride," I said to James, turning to him with a smile.
"Okay, so I'll text you," He said, a little hope in his eyes.
"So, text me," I laughed and got into the passenger seat.
Zac looked at me and then looked out the window towards James.
"Who is that?" He asked, as I smiled out the window towards him.
"That's James," I said, and Zac began to drive home.
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Jack, a widowed single father, has built his world around his children. He has hidden his own longing for love beneath duty and routine. But when Claire and Emma step into his life, the walls he carefully built begin to melt away like snow under the winter sun.
As festive lights glow and snow falls gently around them, Claire and Jack discover laughter, warmth, and the kind of connection they never thought they would feel again. Their children bond, their hearts open, and slowly, a friendship begins to grow into something far deeper.
But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past.
This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms.
Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.

8.7
Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck.
The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain.
I thought my sacrifice meant something.
But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust.
"Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered.
He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms.
"This," he declared, burying his face in her flawless neck, "is the scent of my savior. Not you. You smell like a chemical spill."
He treated me like a leper in my own pack. He let his sister slash my dress to expose my "ugly" back to dinner guests.
On the day he was forced to marry me for PR, he drove us to the altar with Estelle in the backseat.
When she faked a panic attack, claiming the wolfsbane I warned her about was "anxiety," Julian slammed on the brakes in the middle of a storm.
"Get out," he commanded, unlocking my door.
"Julian, we're ten minutes from the wedding."
"Estelle is dying! You selfish monster, get out!"
He kicked me out of the Rolls Royce, leaving me standing in the mud in my white silk gown.
As his taillights faded, I didn't cry. I closed my eyes and grabbed the frayed bond in my mind.
"I, Ember Tucker, reject you, Julian Copeland."
Snap.
He thought he was discarding a broken toy. He didn't realize he had just rejected the legendary White Wolf—and his only chance at survival.

8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.

8.7
I was four months pregnant with the Alpha's heir, and I had given up everything for Michael.
I hid my identity as the daughter of the powerful Alpha Hayes, stripped away my inheritance, and poured my personal fortune into building his pack.
I thought we were the golden couple.
But one rainy night, Michael came home smelling of vanilla and deception.
Exhausted, his mental barriers slipped, and I heard his thoughts project through our Mind-Link to his mistress, Serena.
"She is just a vessel," his internal voice sneered.
"Once the pup is born, we take the child and reject her. I only need the Hayes money a little longer."
My world shattered. I wasn't his mate; I was a bank account with a pulse.
The cruelty escalated when a waiter tripped at dinner, sending boiling soup flying toward our table.
Michael didn't reach for me or his unborn child.
He lunged to shield Serena, leaving me to take the scalding liquid full force on my pregnant belly.
While I lay in the hospital with burns, he told the doctors to prioritize Serena's "shock" over my injuries.
He thought I was broken. He thought I was trapped.
He was wrong.
I bribed the nurse to write two words on my chart: "Spontaneous Abortion."
Then I froze every asset in the pack, signed the divorce papers, and vanished.
Michael wanted a future without me?
He’s about to find out exactly what that costs.

9.0
My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me.
He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her.
His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me.
Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate.
Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman.
He didn't even recognize his own wife.
In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely.

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7.9
"I am not fully human, I am not fully wolf. And I am far from safe."
Ayla has always felt normal, but when a silver-eyed wolf tears through the forest, she discovers powers she can barely control. The wolf inside her hungers, whispers, and fights to take over, and the pack she calls home begin to fear her more than the rogue wolves outside. Ancient symbols begin to surface. Secrets her mother buried resurface.
Hunted by a shadowy predator known only as the Shadow Wolf, Ayla must master her instincts, uncover her origins, and survive a world that refuses to accept her. But every step toward control draws her closer to the dangerous truth: some forces are older, stronger, and deadlier than the pack itself and one of them wants her.