Bebe Rexha Nsfw Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV The royal ledger slammed onto the table with a loud crack that made Rhea jump and drop her ink pen. Idris was sitting across from us, his head buried in his hands, surrounded by three separate mountains of financial paperwork that I had personally dragged out of the archives. He looked completely miserable, his shoulders sagging like he’d rather be facing a horde of feral rogues than sitting in this room with me. "I am the Beta of the Royal Crescent Pack," Idris groaned, his voice muffled against his palms as he slowly looked up at me. "I manage border defenses. I coordinate elite enforcers. Why am I spending my afternoon watching you read receipts from three years ago?"

The once neat silk sheets were deeply wrinkled from my grip as I held back the waves of passion caused by his increasingly bold touches. But that warmth didn’t last forever. After the exhausting storm of intimacy subsided, Rex suddenly sat up on the bed. He smoothed out his robe a movement that suddenly felt distant. The warm gaze that had locked onto my eyes just minutes ago had turned into the cold stare of a businessman. “You’re incredibly arousing, Emma,” Rex said, looking at me as I lay panting beneath the covers. “But don’t think this is enough. I’m not satisfied with tonight. You’ll have to pay me back even more in the nights to come.”

she replied, “but yours has cooler windows.” Asher smirked. “I win, then.” She gave a royal nod. “You may be second in candy, but you’re first in view.” His assistant, Lex, rushed over, doing a double take at the tiny fashion icon beside him. “Mr. Donovan, and… Miss Donovan, I presume?” Eira straightened with confidence, removing her sunglasses like a miniature celebrity. “Just Eira. I’m shadowing today.” Lex grinned. “Of course you are. Would you like your own desk?”

Richard Benjamin — seated alone by the window. He was even more breathtaking in person. Sharp features, jet-black hair, a jawline so defined it looked like it was carved from stone. His blue eyes flicked up to me as I approached — piercing, unreadable, almost... curious. He stood up, extending a hand. "You're not Sophia Harper." I smiled sweetly, slipping my hand into his. "No, I’m not. I’m Madison Harper — Sophia’s sister." A flicker of something ... amusement? — crossed his face as he gestured for me to sit.

he beckoned. Rania felt like it was weird that she was sent to call Isioma. If it were for official matters, why did he not just send her an email? Would that not be faster? “Ross had never called her twice consecutively before.” The one time he called was to ask about how brilliant the story she wrote on African Customs after colonialism. And that was when she had just resumed work at Marshmello. She proceeded to his office and knocked. ‘Yes, dear. Come in’

Ashton. “Are you sure this isn’t just some fake news or another leak?” Dexter asked, clinging to the hope it was nothing more than a rumor. In response, Iris leaned her phone closer to his face, letting him see the screen. Dexter’s eyes widened, his stomach dropping as reality settled in.

Rieka chose to stop by Arini's place. I don't know why the taxi she ordered was directed here. Yes, let's say you're looking for a fight, because Rieka needs an outlet for her annoyance because of Reyhan's attitude. Why is Reyhan so annoying? Like Reyhan's name that has gone viral on social media. But it looks like Reyhan Alexander, who Rieka almost has, is much more handsome than the other Reyhan. Rieka chuckles if she remembers the posts and many videos about that Reyhan.

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.