100 Short Prayers

Warning: this book contains sexually explicit erotica short stories and is strictly rated 18+ From forbidden age gap romance affairs between stepdad and stepdaughter, stepson, stepmom and stepbrothers Sensual homoerotic affairs and romance ranging from G x G affairs between stepsisters, best friends and neighbours. M x M romance between stepbrothers, stepdad and neighbours, etc. BDSM, and hard-core bondage sex and many more sinful pleasures to be unveiled. If you can handle the heat, then you're welcome.

Liam Simpson is the Golden Boy of Northwood University hockey. He’s the Captain,a legacy, and he’s 100% straight; or so he thought.He has his whole life planned out, and it doesn't include Jax Miller. Liam and Jax have nothing in common except their jerseys and their burning hatred for each other. Liam plays for his father’s pride. Jax plays for the thrill. Neither of them has ever looked at a man that way before.But when they are forced to share a roof, the walls they built start to crumble with nowhere to hide, the hate starts to feel a lot like obsession. One accidental touch turns into a late night mistake they can’t take back. Now, they aren't just playing for a championship, they’re playing a dangerous game, one that is stronger than any hit on the ice.

Dewa Pedang Telah Kembali! Li Shan tidak sengaja terperangkap dalam pertempuran besar pendekar di Gunung Tianzhu untuk memperebutkan Batu Langit, salah satu mustika terkuat di dunia pendekar. Mustika Batu Langit memiliki kekuatan luar biasa, tapi hanya bisa digunakan oleh pendekar terpilih. Li Shan yang waktu itu merupakan murid Sekte Angin Timur, tidak mengetahui kekuatan Batu Langit saat batu tersebut tiba-tiba berada di tangannya. Kini, semua pendekar berbondong-bondong menyerang Sekte Angin Timur. Li Shan harus melatih diri, mempersiapkan pertempuran tiada akhir mengingat dia adalah satu-satunya orang yang bisa mendamaikan perselisihan perguruan yang terjadi selama 100 tahun terakhir.

"It hurts…" Joanna Horton clutched her swollen belly in agony, a deep, wrenching pain twisting through her that words couldn't describe. Terror filled her voice as she cried out, "It hurts so bad… Theo… please, save our baby…" But outside, there was only silence—except for the soft, steady sounds of prayers and chanting from the next room. That was where her monk husband, Theo Brook, was, praying for the soul of his long-dead first love. Ever since Sharon Cooper jumped off that building, Theo had been grief-stricken. He left everything behind and became a monk, never missing a single night of chanting for her. People said he had the heart of a saint, that he was devoted and had never stopped loving her. But they didn't know that just on the other side of that wall was Joanna—his lawfully wedded wife, the one he had once married in a grand ceremony. Joanna was burning up with fever, her eyes barely open, her face pale and tired. A few days ago, she had made Theo angry. Since then, no matter how much she cried out in pain, he ignored her. Another sharp wave of pain hit, and suddenly, a rush of blood spilled from between her legs. The baby inside her stopped moving. She knew then—her child was gone.

I'm admitted to the hospital for gastritis, but my boyfriend shoots to his feet after receiving a call. "Chelsea has a fever. I'll go check on her; I'll be right back!" He runs off without waiting for me to say anything and doesn't return for the rest of the night. That night, I see a short clip that Chelsea Calloway has shared. "I'm not afraid of any illness with you by my side." I comment, "He is pretty good at caring for others."

Sarah Killian is not your average thirty-year-old single woman. Foul-mouthed, mean-spirited, and a text-book-case loner. Also, she is a Professional Serial Killer. But a wrench is thrown into the clockwork of Sarah's comfortable lifestyle when, on her latest assignment, she is forced to take on an apprentice, Bethany—a bubbly, perky, blonde with a severe case of verbal-vomit. In short, Bethany is everything Sarah is not. Will Sarah be able to adjust and work with her new apprentice, or will she break her contract with T.H.E.M. and murder the buxom bimbo? ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

I'm Julia, just 18 years old and don't know to much about the world. I'm brought up secluded and protected from everithing bad and than when I'm about to start my life outside that protection, from my parents, i met HIM....the DON....and everithing that i know of in my short life changes..... Because now the DON has sets his eyes on my virgin ones with no intention of letting me go!!

WARNING: mature content ahead. If you are below 18years, please abstain from reading this story. If you find the content unsuitaitable for you, don't continue reading. DARK DESIRES: Forbidden romance stories is a collection of short steamy stories. Let's explore those toe-curling sensations together. Forbidden things tend to be more fun, right? if you agree with me, join me in this journey. NB: This work is not a sole creation but a partnership between two authors. Author Winnie Wamae and Redbutterfly

Forbidden fruits have always tasted the sweetest and one deliciously tempting bite is all it takes to reel you in. Filthy, Dirty Desires is a collection of short, steamy and graphically explicit stories perfect for readers searching for a temporary escape into a wild, pleasure-filled world where you can be whomever you want to be with zero judgements attached. Each story spans across three to five chapters with raw, undiluted smut. Due to the volume of explicit content in this book, it is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or perm it. More importantly, her elder sister was a major shareholder of this salon. Why would she ever need to use my card? I said nothing more and ended the call. Then, I headed straight to a location displayed on my phone. In the cafe, a long-haired lady was nestled in Jason's arms. Her freshly permed curls were soft and bouncy, framing her blushed face with certain demureness. Jason had always complained that my short hair made me look rough and manly. I lacked gentleness and charm. It seemed this long-haired lady suited his tastes perfectly.