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Framed by Family, Back for Revenge
3.0K·Gale“Will you marry me?” “I don’t need money, a house, or a car. I just need a husband.” Fresh out of prison, a young woman was determined to escape the marriage her parents had arranged for her — a union with a disfigured, disabled heir from a powerful family. Desperate and out of options, she stopped a stranger on the street and asked him to marry her. To her shock, the man who agreed was impossibly handsome. Her new husband insisted he was nothing special, just an ordinary man. He warned her not to fall for him, because loving him would only end badly. So she kept her heart guarded. No attachment meant no heartbreak. But the longer they stayed married, the harder it became to ignore the way he looked at her… or the way he quietly inserted himself into her life. Then one night at a gala, she saw the childhood friend she had loved for years and realized the feelings were gone. Unfortunately, her husband noticed too. And he did not take it well.
The Baby Was Hers. The Betrayal Was His
199·Chanel DunlapTo the world, Su Tang had the “perfect marriage”— a loving husband, a stable home, and the new life growing inside her. Until one day, she accidentally witnessed her husband holding his ex-girlfriend in a hospital hallway— with a newborn baby in her arms. And the child’s birth date… perfectly overlapped with Su Tang’s wedding anniversary. While she carried their child, He had been accompanying another woman through childbirth. She thought she had grasped happiness. Reality slapped her brutally instead. When the truth surfaced and he knelt before her, crying that it was all a misunderstanding, Su Tang held her belly tightly and said: “A misunderstanding? Your betrayal is a blade carved into my heart.” She left him, raising her child alone, transforming from a betrayed housewife into a rising star in the business world. Meanwhile, the man who once pushed her into despair realized— no one would ever love him, trust him, or depend on him the way she once did. He tried again and again to return to her life, filled with regret and longing. But Su Tang only told him: “The child is mine. And the betrayal… will forever be yours.”
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
123.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
The Quarterback's Omega Mate
1.0K·Gin SilverwolfOdessa Sloane was an ordinary girl, trying to navigate life as an omega in a thriving pack until her mother married a billionaire and she became stepsister to her archenemy. To make matters worse, her fated mate appears, and he's off-limits. All Odessa wants to do is make it through college and hopefully craft a career as a physiotherapist, but that's difficult when the Pack's Alpha is hot on your back. Maverick isn't just the captain of the football team. He's the Alpha Heir. Maverick's focus was on having the best football year of his career with his two best friends, Storm and Gage, by his side, but that changed when an omega came into his life. His passion for her burns as strongly as his love for the sport. As Maverick's life comes under threat because his time to become Alpha nears, he has to protect Odessa. Odessa and Maverick must navigate the dynamics of their relationships while a mystery blooms surrounding Odessa's biological father and the real reasons behind the attacks on Maverick. Will their love survive the infernos of life?
Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
63.0K·The Book MagicianRated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.
LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
5.0K·Luciana RielleWarning: ⚠️ EXTREME HEAT WARNING⚠️ This collection is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, filthy, taboo-soaked erotica that will ruin you for anything vanilla ever again. L U S T R O N O M I C A A savage constellation of stories where desire burns hotter than dying stars and bodies collide in wet, brutal, unstoppable gravity. Here, professors claim innocent throats in locked lecture halls. Mountain daddies split trembling girls open under star-drenched skies. Forbidden lovers choke on cock and cunt until mascara runs black and cum drips down shaking thighs. Every page is drenched in sweat, spit, and slick. Every scene drags you deeper into the black hole of dominance, denial, and devastating release. where pain twists into pleasure, control snaps into surrender, and orgasms hit so hard they feel like the end of the fucking universe. These aren’t love stories. These are depraved confessions of how good it feels to be used, owned, wrecked, and remade in the throes of the filthiest kinds of lust. Once you fall in… there’s no escaping the pull. You’ll come screaming. And you’ll beg for more.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
7.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
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.
Daddy One Shots
17.0K·Scarlett Jane "Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
Webs of Dark Passion (A collection of deliciously sinful sexcapades)
282·Dawn Spark"Oh my, you are so fucking tight." He groans amidst thrusts, biting his lips as if to keep himself from shouting and drawing attention to us. "I've kept myself tight for you." I respond, pushing my hips back against him. I watch as his eyes widen and he thrusts harder, my breasts jiggling and bouncing from the impact. I let my hand move up to one of my tits, my eyes fixed on him as I squeeze and fondle it. He lets out a guttural cry and curses as he pulls my legs closer, burying deep his cock in me to the hilt. The most delicious, love-inspiring and fantasy-stimulating short love stories collection you'll ever come across. Stimulate your brain and senses with sexy stories that leave you wanting for more, and characters that make you feel jealous. Do not read if you aren't alone, unless you are ready to have sinful blushes on your face all day and ache with longing.
No Longer Anyone's Accessory
42·MariaMy husband made $900,000 a year. He deposited every single cent directly into his mother's account. Our joint account had two dollars and seventy-five cents left in it. I used that money to buy a cold bagel and a cup of weak black coffee. Then I accepted my company's six-month transfer order to the London research center and canceled every automatic payment linked to my name. Four days later, 79 missed calls, 153 iMessages. I didn't read a single one. Deleted them all. Blocked the numbers. I had held this household together for three years. Now, it was their turn.
The Lost Decade
36·Julia"The day I decided to divorce Wyatt Pierce, I went to the old oak tree in the backyard of our first home and dug up a metal lunchbox. It was a time capsule we buried together in high school, with a promise not to open it until our fiftieth wedding anniversary. Inside were crumpled concert ticket stubs, handwritten lyrics, and a bracelet woven from soda can tabs. And an old iPhone 3G—loaded with hundreds of text messages, every single one ending with "I love you." I stared at it, about to shove the whole box into the trash, when the screen lit up. The phone that should have been dead for years was ringing. I answered. On the other end was my eighteen-year-old self. The voice trembled with excitement. "Are you me from ten years later?!" "Oh my god! Did I marry Wyatt? Do we have kids? Are you happy?" Three questions. They hit my dead chest like three bullets. I didn't know how to tell her that the couple who once only had eyes for each other had become roommates living under the same roof with nothing left to say. "We're divorced," I said. The line went silent for five full seconds. "I don't believe it." She finally spoke, her voice pulled tight. "Didn't we love each other more than anything?" After a moment of silence, I made a request. "Three days after the SAT scores come out, Wyatt is going to confess to you at prom." "Cora, turn him down."
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
10.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Night My Brother Was Murdered, My Alpha Husband Told the Killer: “Don’t Be Afraid.”
742·MendozaUntil they found Lillian Crawford’s claw marks in my little brother’s remains—along with the scent signatures of twenty other wolves. I changed every way to reach me, took my mother’s and my brother’s ashes, and disappeared off the map. Five years later, at a charity gala in Zurich, I saw Lucas Black again. A few old-money girls drifting past whispered under their breath, “Dr. Aeliana, the forensic Luna—you’ve been gone all these years, and Black Alpha has been waiting for you.” “He never took Lillian as his mate, and he turned down every single pursuer.” The words had barely left their mouths when Lucas Black walked in. Five years hadn’t shaved off a single ounce of his presence. As the Alpha of Oakpelt Pack, he was still tall, broad-shouldered—only now there was more weight in his gaze, a colder kind of calm. His eyes searched the crowd like he’d been doing it for years, like he had a thousand things to say—until they shrank into one restrained greeting: “Aeliana. Long time no see.” “Mm. Long time,” I answered flatly, not a ripple of reunion on my face. Right then, I saw it—his eyes going red at the edges, his mouth twitching like he wanted to speak, and then… nothing. Because in my last life, on the anniversary of the day we sealed our mating bond, I held a pregnancy confirmation report in my hands and waited at home for ten hours. What I got instead was my brother Aiden—covered in wounds, already gone. And at the hearing before the Elders’ Council, my Alpha, Lucas, committing perjury to protect the real killer and bury the truth. I screamed at him until my throat tore raw—only for him to crush me with an Alpha command and lock me inside Oakpelt Pack’s manor ice cellar, the one they used to store rare medicinal herbs. “Aeliana, are you done making a scene? Aiden has already returned to the Moon Goddess.” “Lillian is still so young. Her future can’t be destroyed. Sign this statement—waive your right to pursue this—and admit it was… ‘an accident that got out of control.’ Then I’ll let you out.” Later, he left me alone in that ice cellar for twelve hours, and the cold stole my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he tried to force that signature out of me.
After Prison, I Took My Revenge
0·Z·NyraAt my husband’s birthday party, he kicked me so hard I lost our baby. My own brother stood by, eyes cold, and spat, “You deserved it!” Later they framed me and had me thrown in prison. Three years behind bars—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. The day I was released, they knelt in front of me and begged me to come home. But I no longer have a home—only a body on the brink of collapse and a heart colder than hell. This time—it’s their turn to have nowhere to run.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
21.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
Beneath the Blood Moon, She Rose
0·Z·NyraAt the Alpha’s birthday gala, my mate kicked me so hard I lost our pup. My own brother stood aside, eyes like winter stone, and hissed, “You deserved it.” They framed me after that and sent me to a cell. Three years—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. When I finally walked free, they knelt and begged me to come home. But I have no home now—only a dying body and a heart colder than the High North. This time, they’ll be the ones with nowhere to run.
From Don's Pet to A Mafia Queen
82·patI’d been Don Dante Moretti’s secret mistress for five years. I told myself that swallowing my pride and staying obedient would eventually earn me a place at his side. Then, at his engagement party, the mafia princess looped a leather collar around my neck in front of everyone and humiliated me into a “pet puppy.” Dante just watched as my allergy closed my throat and I collapsed—then he let them lock me in a corrugated iron shed for three days and three nights while I burned with fever. So when my biological father—his deadliest enemy—sent men to pull me out of that shed that nearly became my grave, I took the hand that reached for me. Now, with a gun pressed to my forehead, Dante finally understands: what he lost wasn’t just a girl—he lost the key to controlling himself.
My Husband Donated His Loyalty
2·D.D.At 1:45 a.m., I came across Claire’s post—a photo of a pregnancy test, captioned: “Thank you, Elias Bennett, for making me believe in miracles again.” The comments were full of congratulations. He was tagged as “the child’s father.” We’ve been married seven years and never had any miracle. So I booked a different kind of “miracle”—an abortion tomorrow morning. He gives her a child to prove his loyalty; I give up mine to prove I can live without him.
After I faked my death, my husband begged me to come back.
6·D.D.I, Sienna, stand in the center of our Manhattan penthouse living room, crumpled hotel receipts scattered at my feet. The dates match last week—when Adrian claimed he was on a business trip to Chicago. But the address on the receipts is the Rosewood Hotel, a mere ten-minute drive from our apartment. My fingertips are ice-cold as I scroll mindlessly through my phone. On the screen is Chloe's latest social media post—Chloe, whom I've treated like a little sister. A mirror selfie shows her in a loose silk nightgown, her hand resting seemingly casually on her flat stomach. The caption reads: "Surprised by new life, feeling a bit overwhelmed. But with you here, everything will be okay. @Adrian" Adrian. My fiancé. The man who, in just one month, will vow eternal fidelity to me before five hundred guests. The comments section is flooded with friends offering congratulations, calling them the "perfect couple." How absurd. Everyone knows Chloe is pregnant with Adrian's child—everyone except me, his actual fiancée, kept in the dark. My stomach churns. I nearly retch.
