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Yes Daddy, Make Me Your Toy
12.0K·Roanna Baleta " Fuck, when did you get in here? Ben stepped out hours ago." the shock on his face when he sees my wide eyes staring down at his cock. " Do you walk all naked when no one is at home but you?" My thigh clench together, didn't know how I suddenly say that out. " Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice. " Then I want to be ruined only, by your cock." My eyes grow in sizes at my own words. .... Anastasia visited to resolve the issues revolving her toxic relationship with Ben, her twenty one years old boyfriend while she is twenty. She happens not to meet him at home after he lied about being home. Frustrated and pained because it looks like she has been putting more effort in the relationship than he was and it was killing her. It was killing her that she always had to be the one getting hurt all the time, even when he is wrong she takes the blame for it and apologizes for no freaking reason. But everything changes when she saw his father's big cock that night at his place. She's never seen a cock as huge and dominating as his. A voice in her head screamed for her to run but no, she was so curious.. to know how it will feel in her mouth and in her damn wet core.
TAMED BY MY HOT MAFIA STEPBROTHER (18+)
1.0K·Jannie“I’m crazy,” she whispered, voice low. “You can’t handle me. I’ll ruin you.” “Ruin?” He chuckled, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips. “If you’re crazy, I’m worse. And as for ruin—I don’t mind finding that out in my bed.” Delancey is crazy. Bratty. Guarding her heart after a lifetime of lies told by men. Her father’s death left her spiraling—grief tangled with vengeance. To everyone else, she’s unstable. Dangerous. Too much. But Kaius Andrei Gavrilov sees her. Mafia don. Rule maker. Rule breaker. And now—her stepbrother. Wanting her is forbidden. Taking her could destroy everything their families built. But punishment has never stopped a man who makes his own rules.
In the Seas You’ve Forgotten
16.0K·Z·NyraA month before my wedding with Vincent Moretti, he decided he wanted to have a child with another woman. I refused, but he brought it up incessantly every day. Two weeks before the wedding, I received an ultrasound image in the mail. That was when I found out—his first love, Serafina, was already a month pregnant. It turned out, he had never considered asking for my permission. In that moment, years of love shattered like thin ice on a river under the weight of a single step. I canceled the wedding, destroyed everything that tied us together, and on the day we were supposed to be married, I walked into the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency’s laboratory. From that day on, Vincent Moretti ceased to exist in my life.
Where I Belong
3.0M·RV.ElliottAva Mendez...Smart, sweet and one of the most loyal girls you will ever meet. After just having graduated from medical school becoming a qualified doctor Ava was looking for a job. Living at home with her mom 23 year old Ava was bored. All her life Ava was always buried in a book, her school work always came first and now with her having made her dream come true she was moving onto bigger things. Ava always felt something was missing in her life, had been since she was 7 years old. Her father. Frances 'Franko' Mendez president of the infamous Devils Due motorcycle club (mother chapter). Franko is a powerful and dangerous man who ruled over all Devils Due worldwide. He is highly respected but mostly feared by other MCs.Follow Ava through her journey of being thrust into a world where she doesn't belong. Ava was in search for her father but what she didn't expect to find in a club full of criminals was love.
Divorced In Love
1.0K·NerdrockzBOOK 1- BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE BOOK. MATURE THEMES 18+ The book may contain s!xual scenes, sudden instances of possessiveness, mild violence. Sydney Morgan and Gavin Reed, high school sweethearts, had been married for over a decade. Five years of their relationship were filled with unconditional love; however, in the next six years, this changes drastically between them when Sydney takes advice from her best friend, Gavin's first love. When Sydney loses her baby, Gavin is left broken and vulnerable in the hands of his first love. She convinces him to divorce Sydney, and when he does, Sydney loses it and nearly gets hit by a car, but then the talk of the town, Gavin's rival, and CEO's son, hiding behind a facàde, comes to her rescue.
That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies
64.0K·Hayden BlakeOlivia Prescott married Victor Leer for three years, but it ended in divorce, leading to ridicule from the entire Seacrest community, labeling her as a forsaken woman of high society. Six years later, Olivia returned to her homeland with her twins and transformed herself into a renowned international divine healer. Countless people flocked to her, hoping to marry her. Suitor number one said, "Miss Prescott, do your children need a father? Look at me, how about considering me? If you agree, I will treat them as my own." Suitor number two exclaimed, "Miss Prescott, from the moment I first saw you, I was captivated by your beauty and talent. I am willing to give my all and love you for a lifetime. Mr. Leer may not value you, but he is blind. I promise to never leave your side!" At that moment, a little girl appeared, clinging to Olivia's leg and said, "Mommy, Daddy has been kneeling on a washboard for three days and nights, asking if you're no longer angry. If you're not, he wants to remarry you."
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
1.0K·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend
2.0K·Bella Silva“My brother would kill you, Roman. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here!” He moves closer, blocking the exit. “He’s not here, and you’re not telling me to stop, Nikki. So, why don’t we stop lying to each other and admit the truth?" I glare at him. My heart’s slamming against my chest. “Which is what exactly?” A wicked smirk curves his lips. “That we want each other. Always have. No matter how badly we shouldn’t.” *** Ten years ago, I almost kissed the one guy I should’ve stayed away from, my brother’s best friend, Roman Hayes. But then he vanished from our lives and has somehow become the person my brother hates the most. I haven’t seen him in years. The last place I expect to find him is at a high-end gala where I’m meeting potential sponsors for my charity, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit and reeking of sin—and somehow, he might be the answer to all my prayers. But there’s a catch: I’m not supposed to be anywhere near him, and the moment our eyes lock, I know I’ve made the biggest mistake of my entire life. He’s my brother’s ex-best friend, after all, and there’s a spark between us that’s never been extinguished, and a truth neither of us wants to admit. But some truths are darker than I could have possibly imagined, and some games are too wicked and wild to be entertained. This man might just destroy my life in ways I never saw coming… And the worst part? I’ll enjoy every second of it.
Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player
41.0K·Miss AnonymousZane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.
I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
2.0K·D.D.I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.
With White Wolf Bloodline, I Left the Alpha
444·D.D.I was the secret guardian of his pack for ten years. Now, he’s demoting me to serve his new bride. He has no idea that exiling me is signing his own tribe’s death warrant. I am Lyra Moonfall, the last heir of the White Wolf lineage. I hid my true power, quietly soothing his warriors, calming the moon-madness, holding his fragile kingdom together—all while waiting for him to see me. Instead, he announced his political marriage and ordered me to become her personal maid. My decade of devotion, worth less than dust. So I walked into the frozen wastes he condemned me to. And here, I will rise—not as a Luna begging for scraps, but as the queen of my own sanctuary. Let his empire crumble without its foundation.
She Faked Her Death to Escape the Alpha
9·Answer"Hannah, I need you to fake a private plane crash for me. So I can leave Julian Wright for good." At my request, Hannah's jaw nearly hit the floor. She doubted her own ears—just like when she'd first heard we were getting married. A lone wolf wandering the mountains and the heir to the ancient pure-blood Blackthorn Pack—two people from completely different worlds. No one could have imagined we'd end up together. The Blackthorn Pack was one of the oldest pure-blood wolf lines on the continent. Every member could perfectly control their shift between wolf and human form, their bloodline so pure that under the full moon, their fur displayed an almost jet-black sheen. And me? A defective lone wolf who couldn't even complete a full shift. In wolf society, my status ranked lower than even the omegas of ordinary packs. People had talked endlessly. Some speculated Julian was just looking for novelty. Others guessed he pined for some unattainable first love, and I was merely a substitute. Still others bet he'd married me on a dare. But over three years of marriage, Julian proved through his actions that there was only one reason for our union: he loved me. Loved me to the point of madness. Back then, Julian had fallen for me at first sight and immediately launched an aggressive pursuit. Beyond showering me with gifts, he donated billions to national charities in my name. He built training academies across the country, all named "Collins Academy," dedicated to training defective wolves like me—those without pack protection who couldn't fully shift. He wanted every wolf in the world to know me, to be grateful to me, so that if I ever faced trouble, someone would reach out to help me wherever I went. To spend more time with me, this pure-blood Alpha who could complete his shift in three seconds forced himself to work part-time jobs alongside me for two years. Food service, handing out flyers, sorting packages... Those hands that could tear apart prey in wolf form became callused. With that kind of devotion, he finally won me over. But the vast gap in our bloodlines meant the Blackthorn Pack adamantly opposed our union. In wolf tradition, a pure-blood Alpha bonding with a defective lone wolf was seen as a stain on the bloodline. To gain approval from the Pack Alpha and the Council of Elders, he endured pack law sixteen times. Blackthorn pack law was brutal and ancient—on the night of the full moon in the hunting grounds, three elder wolves would lash his wolf form with silver whips. Each strike negated the self-healing ability wolves took such pride in, leaving permanent scars. I'll never forget that night. Moonlight pooled like water as Julian shifted into a massive black wolf under the pack's watchful eyes, his amber gaze fixed steadily on me. The silver whip fell, accompanied by heart-wrenching howls, blood staining the moonlit grass. When that proved useless, he did something that shocked the entire wolf community—before the Moon Temple, he sliced open his wrist and swore a blood oath, renouncing all inheritance rights to the Blackthorn Pack to establish his own line. Once a wolf's blood oath was sworn, it could never be revoked. Those who broke it would lose the Moon Goddess's protection and never find peace. Wolves in our circles thought he'd lost his mind—such a shrewd Alpha, now giving up everything an ancient pack offered for a defective lone wolf. The Blackthorn Pack had no choice but to acknowledge our bond at the marking ceremony. After the ceremony, he replaced all his staff with males. Though I'd never asked, he still reported his schedule meticulously, even giving up the pack's full moon hunts to stay home with me, unable to fully shift as I was. But no one except me knew that this perfect Alpha had fathered twin cubs with another she-wolf behind my back, building an entire other family.
Betrayed Before the Apocalypse: My Revenge Bunker
178·-Three weeks before the dead walked, I knew two things: the world was ending, and my husband planned to let me die. My prophetic dream showed it all—the virus outbreak, the infected tearing through Seattle, and David locking me out of our fortified home while his mistress cowered inside. He thought I was weak. Expendable. A burden he could sacrifice when survival meant choosing between his wife and his lover. He was wrong. While he hoarded supplies in our basement shelter, I was building something better. A fortress. An army. A future without him. Now the outbreak is here. The infected are rising. And when David comes crawling to my gates, begging for mercy... He'll learn that the apocalypse isn't the most dangerous thing he should have feared. I am.
The Pharmaceutical Husband’s IVF for His Friend’s Widow
35·-When I discovered I was pregnant, I was about to tell my husband Alexander the good news. But then I saw an Instagram post notification—a pregnancy test result. Two pink lines, black text on white background, with the father's name clearly written: Alexander Grant. The poster was Evelyn Shaw. The widow of his "deceased friend." Her caption read: "Thank you for donating your sperm and personally performing my IVF procedure, Alex. I'll never be alone again." In that moment, my hands began to tremble. I immediately called Alexander: "Give me an explanation." He was silent for a few seconds, his tone as calm as if he were speaking at a board meeting. "Ethan was my best friend! He died, leaving his wife alone. I just wanted to help her fulfill their wish." In that moment, I knew—this marriage needed to end.
The Alpha's Discarded Luna: A Fated Rebirth
153·SumsumAt the victory celebration, the air crackled as my Alpha mate, Kael, paraded his old flame, publicly declaring his rejection and stripping me of my Luna title. My smile was a chilling promise: "One last chance. Think carefully."
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
935·-I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……
My Husband’s Dirty Secrets
143·-Less than a month after the funeral, my marriage quietly began to crumble. “My best friend is gone, and his wife is pregnant. She has no one to rely on.” Ethan Lawford stood at the door with Clara Lewis beside him, his voice calm—too calm. “She’ll stay here for a while. I promised Lewis I’d take care of her.” He carried her luggage in himself, the same hands that used to hold me when he came home late from the firm. Now they carried another woman’s life into our home. At first, she was quiet. Fragile. Then she began to fill the house with her presence. She brought him coffee at midnight, murmuring, “You’ve been working too long, Ethan. You need rest.” She lingered at the office doorway when he drafted case briefs, her eyes soft, full of grief and gratitude. And every time, Ethan looked at her with that same patient sympathy— the kind that used to belong to me. I wasn’t naive. I used to be a lawyer too. I recognized every emotional manipulation she deployed. The evidence was all there—motives, opportunity, execution. But what hurt most wasn’t her tactics. It was that Ethan never once objected. He gave her the guest room first. Then he gave up our bedroom. And me? I became the stranger walking past two people who shared whispered grief behind closed doors. Three years ago, I’d quit my position at my father’s investment firm to support Ethan’s career. I funded his dream of opening his own law office. Now, standing in the same home built from my father’s money, I watched him give it all away—to her. I dialed a number with shaking hands. “Dad,” I said, voice low but steady. “I want a divorce.”
From Copilot to Captain: I Left My Ex Behind
918·-I spent five years as Noah's copilot, and five more as his secret lover that couldn't be acknowledged. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a text: "Guess which position we just unlocked?" The photo showed the exact move Noah had me try in bed last week. That moment, I understood—every trick he knew, she'd taught him. I took a picture of the captain transfer papers I'd hidden for three months and replied: "Congrats. But while you're busy unlocking new positions, I'm charting a flight path he'll never catch." Then I signed my name—bound for Seattle, captain of GF028. Five years of playing second fiddle ends here. From now on, I fly east, he flies west. Thirty thousand feet up, our paths will never cross. I'm my own captain now.
The Don I Brought Down After My Mother Died
109·AnswerAfter Marco Ferrante and I remarried, a joke began circulating through Sicilian high society — one dripping with irony: rather than praying to God for good fortune, you'd be better off making a wish to Sofia. They called me the greediest woman the Ferrante family had ever taken as a wife. The day after our remarriage, I took my seat at the far end of the long dining table. With Marco and several family elders looking on, I calmly announced a new rule. "Starting today," I said — my voice unhurried, my tone light, yet leaving no room for negotiation — "anyone in this household who says the name 'Chiara' in my presence owes me one hundred thousand."
My Husband, Her Lawyer
2·guotongOn my grandmother's birthday, my own sister ran her over with a car. I meticulously assembled every link in the chain of evidence, determined to bring justice for my grandmother's soul. But my lawyer husband changed his mind at the last minute. In court, he defended her instead, claiming I had framed her.
