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Diablo's MC: Hawk's Angel
Arielle Johnson thought her life was perfect until she walked in with her boyfriend in bed with her best friend. To save her life, she stole some money from her now ex-boyfriend, and ran from New York. She thought she would never fall in love again, that was until she stepped off the bus, and met Hawk. Hawk lived life on the edge as the Sergeant-At-Arms of a notorious motorcycle club. Love was never on his mind as he focused on the club and the bar he owned. That was until she walked into his life. With her life in danger, he is willing to lay his life on the line to make sure she stays safe.
He Took Her Friends, I’ll Save My Girl
As soon as we got home, ten voice messages popped up one after another from a parent in my daughter's class group chat. "Ms. Ellison, didn't I tell you my daughter is allergic to stuffed toys?" "Why did you still let Cian give her a Strawberry Bear plush doll?" The homeroom teacher rushed to reply, clearly flustered, saying there was no student named Cian enrolled at the preschool at all. But another parent spoke up angrily. "What do you mean there isn't? My son talks about him all the time! He says this Cian keeps pestering him to play hide-and-seek. And if he refuses, Cian tugs his hair!" I turned to my daughter right away and asked what was going on. She pulled a Strawberry Bear plush doll out from behind her back, leaned in close, and said in a mysterious whisper, "Ms. Ellison can't see Cian. Only really smart kids can see him. Cian is a little boy with bright red eyes. And every child who plays hide-and-seek with him gets one of these Strawberry Bear dolls."
I Refused to Step Aside for the Fake Heiress
My father was a driver for the richest family in the city. My mother cleaned their toilets. Growing up, I wore the clothes their daughter, Vanessa Whitmore, no longer wanted and ate the snacks she left over. Even on exams, I had to score lower than she did. My mother said the Whitmore family put food on our table. I had no right to outshine their daughter. I obeyed for 18 years, until a world-leading research institute offered me the only spot it had for an applicant from Norchester. My parents begged, "Claire, Vanessa's on the waitlist. If you give up your place, she can go." I refused, so my mother tore up the admission confirmation letter. "The Whitmores give you everything. How dare you live better than Vanessa?" Looking at the scraps scattered across the floor, I refused to bow my head for the first time. Back in my room, I sent a message to my teacher, Laura Bennett. Claire: Ms. Bennett, I accept the offer. That was also the day I suddenly realized that when my mother was angry, her eyes and brows looked exactly like Vanessa's.
From Now On, We Part Ways Forever
Ethan Hayes and I had been secretly together for 8 years. Our daughter was 7, yet we'd never had a wedding or gotten legally married. It was all because Isabelle Morgan, one of the four people in our close-knit group, had severe depression. Ethan always said, "Izzy can't handle anything upsetting right now. She still depends on me. Once she's better, we'll get legally married." Around Christmas, Isabelle seemed to be doing better, so I got everyone together and planned to propose to Ethan in front of them. Just then, my phone buzzed. My daughter's teacher had sent over her essay Who I Want to Be. I want to be my godmother. Dad treats my godmother better than anyone else. He always gives her lots of presents, and he says he loves her the most. Dad has never told me he loves me. I'm so jealous. I stared at the screen, dazed. When I finally looked up, Isabelle was smiling at me. "Dani, didn't you say you had something to announce?" The words I'd rehearsed stuck in my throat. I touched the silver engagement ring in my pocket and suddenly found the whole thing absurd. After a moment of silence, I slipped the ring onto my own middle finger. "Everyone," I said, raising my hand. "I'm getting married."
After My Fiancé Let Her Be Invisible, I Made Him Regret
Everyone at the company thought Charlotte Wells was dating our CEO, Nathan Reed. Even the hotel manager called her the future Mrs. Reed. Nathan never corrected anyone. Meanwhile, he kept reminding me, Evelyn Grant, his actual fiancée, "Evelyn, we're at work. Keep it professional." We had been together for eight years and engaged for two, yet I still wore my ring hidden beneath my clothes. Then one day, he asked me to plan Charlotte's birthday dinner. At the Whitecliff Estate where our own wedding had been postponed again and again. I gave him back my ring.
When He Hugged Her, I Ended Us
While we were playing an escape-room game, the non-player character or NPC in the haunted house scared my best friend Romilly Sinclair and me so much that we both threw ourselves into my boyfriend Amias Kensington's arms at the same time. Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed me away and held Romilly tightly in his embrace. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then he turned around and locked me and the NPC inside a room. I was trembling all over with fear. We were supposed to get married in just a few days. He had always said that Romilly was the person he disliked the most. For the four years since we met and fell in love, I have always regarded him as the only redeeming light in my life. For his sake, I had kept giving way. But at this moment, I finally understood... It's time to part.
Filthy Desires: A Collection Of Smut Short Stories
“Thirty seconds from cuming in your mouth,” he growled against her lips. “Thirty seconds from making you swallow a stranger’s cum like a whore.” “I was—“ “Shut up.” The elevator opened into a penthouse — glass walls, city lights, one massive bed in the center of the room. Derek dragged her to it, pulled a thick rope from the nightstand, and bound her wrists to the bedposts. “Derek, please—“ “Please what?” he stepped back, stripping off his shirt, his belt and his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and angry, precum beading at the tip. “Please let you suck another man’s cock? Please let you betray me?” “I was angry—“ He opened a drawer and pulled out a dildo — it was thick, veined, and bigger than anything Sia had ever seen. “You wanted to be fucked so bad, Sia? I’ll fuck you.” He climbed between her legs and shoved the toy inside her without warning. Sia cried out, her back arching, the stretch was intense, artificial and merciless. Derek didn’t give her time to adjust. He worked it in and out, hard and fast, watching her face as she sobbed with pleasure and shame. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Taking it like the filthy slut you are. Is this what you wanted? Something filling this greedy pussy?” Viewer's discretion: Rated 21+ (10% plot, 90% smut)Brutal claims. Ruthless men. Absolute, irreversible submission.Enter a world where power is absolute, boundaries are shattered and surrender is the only option. From cold corporate boardrooms, and elite family estates to locked university offices and ancient blood convenants - these Alpha men don't ask for permission, they demand total ownership. Unfiltered passion, intense power dynamics and unapologetic taboo dominance. If you can't hold in the urge... get ready to lose yourself.
Naked Diaries (Erotica Collection)
“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pussy taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty panties,” he growled. “Already ruined.” He hooked his fingers in the lace and tore them off in one move. I yelped. “Dante!” He spread my thighs wide, staring at me. “So pink. So innocent. And all mine.” He leaned down and licked a long, slow stripe up my pussy. Naked Secrets is a provocative and addictive erotic short story series made up of bite-sized, standalone tales featuring high-heat passion, forbidden desires, and magnetic chemistry. Each story explores a unique encounter between two compelling characters, blending lust, emotional tension, and unexpected connections that linger beyond the final page. The tone ranges from playful and flirty to dark and intense, delivering something for every mood—whether it’s a fantasy of office seduction, a gym hookup, or a once-in-a-lifetime vacation fling.
After my husband cheated on me with his mistress, I married another man
My name is Nora Bennett. I'm a litigation partner at Cole & Bennett LLP, the law firm I built with my husband, Ethan Cole. When I pushed the door open, I already knew. Ethan's junior associate, Lily Harper, was hiding under his desk. She was dragging it out on purpose, and Ethan's face nearly cracked. Without so much as a sideways glance, I placed a stack of documents in front of him. "Witness fees for that case last week. Sign here." He was fighting to contain his pleasure and didn't bother reading a single page. He picked up his pen and signed, one page after another. Only after he finished the last page did he look up, his eyes hazy. "You weren't due back from Riverdale till tomorrow. Why so early?" I gathered the documents. "Came back to handle something urgent." Before turning to leave, I glanced under the desk. "Let her out." Ethan stiffened. He probably expected me to do what I always used to do—confront the girl, demand answers, gather evidence, force him to swear there wouldn't be a next time. But all I said was, "She's been on her knees too long. Her legs will go numb." Knowing he was in the wrong, he immediately changed the subject. "What's so urgent?" I didn't answer. I simply closed the door behind me and flipped the sign outside to DO NOT DISTURB. I opened my phone and sent a message to a number. Nora: I've already divorced. Next, I will honor the agreement and enter into a marriage alliance with you. What Ethan didn't know was that buried in that stack of documents was our divorce agreement. My something was already done.