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“You’re already soaked, aren’t you?” Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress. “Three of us… and you’re dripping before we even start.” Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm. Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: the first one to make the chubby cleaner come wins. But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she’s fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier. Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks — moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy. She knows it’s wrong. She knows it’s risky. But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?

[⚠] WARNING: story contains, 21+, harsh words, Family problem, angst, sex. •Charmer Widower's Boss• Juliana could be crazy, her new boss is really scary, no, not scary fear. Mr. William is a kind, gentle and polite man. However, Juliana really didn't expect the man to ask her to marry him. You guys read that right, totally Married, even though they only met a week ago. The man's reason was so cliché, he felt that he was well-established to support Juliana and that Juliana was also old enough to build a household with him. Juliana is really afraid every day, especially when she sees the way Mr. William looks at her and the way the man tries to get closer to Juliana. Even imagining Juliana was not able to. ❝ Sorry sir, didn't mean to be rude, but I already have a partner, and he said he would be serious with me. ❞ -Juliana. ❝ But I look much more serious when compared to that boy. ❞ -William. --- ChickLit - Problem - Family. -by Imafckgurll. Starts 09 04 2023. On going. Regular updates.

During a class reunion, a few well-to-do classmates instantly recognize that my branded bag is fake. "How is that possible?" I cry. "This is a new release that my husband got me. Don't you guys know him? He's Tom Smith, Zora Group's CEO." I hand my classmates business cards. The company is one that Tom set up using my name. Naturally, I'm the major stockholder. My classmates look at the business cards doubtfully. One says, "I've never heard of this company." When I get home, I have someone check on Zora Group for me. However, the news I receive is that the company has never existed, much less have a stockholder like me. Tom has another company under his name, but I'm not the stockholder. I drive to the DMV and find out that the car isn't in my name. The company and car are under Tom's name, but someone else owns them with him—his true love, Lauren Rowse.

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”

"Mr.Anan, what if I agree to marry you?", she asked. Anan stood up without saying anything. She gave a confused look. "Let's go and register", said Mr.Anan, leaving her speechless. "Let's keep our marriage a secret", she asked him. He thought for a while. "Until one year.", he said to which she simply nodded. She was a beauty, who had a terrible IQ. But she was a kind-hearted person which made her life miserable. But her life changed after Anan entered her life. Mr.Anan Mishra, one of the top young businessmen and the grandson of the top businessman, Mr. Rajesh Mishra, the founder of "MEDIA SCORE". Mr. Anan was a dream boy to every girl. He was the main content for the paparazzi. And numerous rumors were flying about Mr. Anan. Did she know a tragedy awaiting her... a known forgotten truth is going to change everything...? P.S: The characters and the description is complete fiction. I hope you guys will enjoy the plot without bringing up the logic and facts😁😅💜

I was the girl Ian Sutherland, the underworld boss himself, personally picked to be a shield for his beloved. By the third year of our marriage, I'd been kidnapped by his enemies for the eighth time. When Ian came with his men to rescue me, the negotiation hadn't even lasted five minutes before the girl called him. "Ian, I lost a dare and have to kiss one of the guys here. But I want my first kiss to be yours. Can you come get me?" … The moment Ian left without a second thought, a knife plunged into my abdomen, and blood gushed out. His men handled it the same way they had the last seven times—paying off whoever they had to, then sending me to the hospital. In the ambulance, I heard someone wondering if I'd live long enough to see the day that girl could stand on her own. They burst out laughing, while I was the only one crying. My mission to save the underworld boss had failed, and I was about to be erased by the system. Ian, I wouldn't live to see that day.

Ten years ago, Morris Amelia left her high school boyfriend without a single word and left for America to continue her studies. Despite the long distance between the both of them , Amelia couldn't stop loving the guy he left , even when she tried so hard not to show it on her face. Not able to continue torturing herself , Amelia decided to go after him but met her nemesis going after him. *** "Cheers for breaking the world fastest record Stanley!" Those words were said in unison among his male friends as they were celebrating his victory on the night he won the fastest record as the best swimmer. "Thank you guys" Stanley said, along the way he was roughly pulled up by a lady in a blue gown adorned with shimmering stone , her hazel eyes mixed with different feelings. "Stanley , I'm back for you!" The lady muttered under her breath and just like that their lips collided. Different cameras started clicking on them. *** "And why are you kissing my fiance?"

BLURB Loud cheers and applause rang on the air. Agnes smiled widely and hugged her husband’s arm in joy. It was their wedding day, and she was so happy that she can barely contain it. Perhaps it was the feeling called above the clouds? She looked up, wanting to see the happiness in her husband’s, Leon, eyes. He was also smiling, but what contained his eyes and barely obvious intent hidden behind his smile made Agnes shudder as fear slowly showed its way inside her whole body. Her smile faded. Her husband was smiling. He was smiling with joy, not because he was happy with the wedding- he was smiling like a beast who has their prey on his foot- [CLANG!] Before Agnes knew it, the shouts of happiness were replaced by cries of despair. The claps and applause was replaced by hurtful sounds of slaps. The colorful, bright and joyous venue was replaced by dark, damp and scary room. Agnes just saw her pathetic self on the corner of that room; she was still and was looking at nowhere. She remained motionless, but in her mind, she was trembling in fear and helplessly crying in despair; “Please help me out from here!”

When my wife's first love was injured in a car accident and urgently needed a kidney transplant, she gave me an ultimatum. If I refused to donate my kidney, she said she would take our daughter and die alongside him the very next day. Crying, she begged. "Can you stop being so selfish? It's only one kidney. "It's not like you'll die! Are you really going to force me and your daughter to our deaths?" With a bitter smile, I agreed. What she didn't know was that our daughter had already died in the very same car accident that injured her beloved first love. And I was suffering from end-stage kidney failure. Once I went through with the surgery, I wouldn't be far behind from death either. Since she was willing to sacrifice everything for the man she loved, then I would give her exactly what she wanted. I would make her the person responsible for both my death and our daughter's so she would have to live with that regret for the rest of her life.

Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts You shouldn’t want it this bad. You definitely shouldn’t be leakíng just thinking about it. But when the man who controls your apartment / your job / your car keys steps too close and says “On your knees. Now.” your body betrays you before your brain can catch up. These aren’t love stories. They’re short, fílthy lessons in what happens when a younger boy forgets who’s in charge. He pins your wrists above your head. He spreads you with rough fingers first — then with something much thicker. He pucks you until your legs give out, until you’re crying into the sheets/car hood/desk, until you’re so fúll of him that every step afterward reminds you who you belong to tonight. One word unlocks everything: “Yes, Sir.” And once you say it… you don’t get to take it back. Standalone. Addictive. Filthy. You’re going to read one chapter and immediately need the next.