How Do Chancellor Palpatine Fanfics Reimagine His Seduction Of Anakin Through Emotional Vulnerability?

They were two young adults, driven with passion, desire and love. Promised to be with each other, always and forever was their oath. But Veronica and Rafeal should have known, that in this world, they don't have the right to make decisions by themselves. In their world, adults rule, parents make the decision and in just one night which was supposed to be their happiest moment, turned into their nightmare. The family of Nicolaides and Wayne are known for their friendship, and partnership, two powerful families, and they will do anything for this good relationship to continue. Veronica Wayne and Rafael Nicolaides, two lovers, want nothing but to spend the rest of their lives together. But just one night changes everything when an alliance was made between two families, her elder sister who has a weak heart got engaged to Rafael, and that day their world collapsed. Every of their dream was shattered. Even if they don't want the engagement, it can't be unmade. Veronica left, breaking every promise they made together and ended up leaving a strong wound in his heart. Five years later, she returned for her sister's marriage. But Veronica should have never come back. It was so naive for her to think that after five years, all lust, passion, and love he had for her will be long gone. She was wrong, five years was nothing. His feelings never left but grew more. It turns into an obsession, he is crazy for her, and his lust for her drives him insane. His mad obsession won't leave, no matter what he does. She is back, and this time she isn't going anyway. He is going to make her stay, even if he has to seduce her.

When Lola sees something she shouldn’t have, the image of her brother’s bestfriend face fucking his latest quest is forever imprinted in her mind. She can’t forget him wrapping his large hands around her neck, her soft breathy moans as he thrusted deep into her. She can’t forget the smirk that appeared on his face when he caught her, standing there and watching. But her hate for him couldn't keep her standing there. She ran... still running... But he's right behind her, doing all he could to close the pace. Give her a taste of what she fears the most.

Dylan grew up with no fear and a distaste for being controlled. He wasn't friendly nor able to humble himself. However, he had no option except to serve the arrogant and demanding son of a chairman after taking over his father's job as a personal bodyguard. Alexander wasn't satisfied with his life. His ultimate goal to seek justice for his mother's death drove him to obey his father. He was admired by most people, except the lofty bodyguard responsible for his safety. As these two individuals engage in a game of toying with one another, who will first surrender control and fall into the trap of frivolous fate? Who will succumb to the manipulation game and end up on top or bottom?

Stella's heart soared at the thought that only her son would be returning home for the Christmas holiday. It was a dream come true for her, one she had been looking forward to. Her heart was filled with sheer bliss until the moment she laid eyes on Trevor after five years, standing by the door with her son. The object of her wildest fantasies and long hidden secret. Trevor, in the flesh, with that knowing, seductive smile on his face that makes her thighs throb with desire. Stella scolded herself for even entertaining such sinful and forbidden thoughts, knowing that he was her son's best friend. But her body, her traitorous body, reacted instinctively to his presence, every part of her awakened by his mere gaze."Stop it, Stella!" she scolded herself again. "This is wrong."But she couldn't help it. Trevor had a way of making her feel alive, and the knowledge that he would be spending two weeks in her home only added to her inner turmoil. One look, one smile, one touch from him, and she was already trembling with desire. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.God help her, knowing that these two weeks with Trevor would be a tempting disaster waiting to happen. But she couldn't resist the allure of his presence, and she feared that her deepest secret would be unraveled in the process, turning her world upside down.

The best kind of sex is with your boyfriend's older brother. Why? It just tastes better. ~ Mia Dawson never intended to cheat, it sort of just happened. Truly, it did. Now she has to live with it. Only she's unlucky and it's not just a one-night stand. It was her boyfriend's older brother. A mistake staring right in her face. With piercing hazel eyes. The kind she never wants to look away from. It's impossible to forget it either because the night wasn't terrible. It was good. Arguably the best she's ever had. Mia may be fucked up for enjoying it, even more so for wanting another taste, but she's not going to cave. But for how long can she hold back? Especially if it was all on purpose. He knew exactly who she was. It begs the question, Why would Logan knowingly seduce his brother's girlfriend? And how far is he prepared to take it when he's smitten and hardly wants to let go.

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."