Beneath The Waves Wow Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am enjoy swimming, I don't know how long Marco has been gone. I didn't realize that I had reached the bottom of the waterfall because of the hot weather and the feeling of the cold water on the body feels really good that I even thought if I sat at the bottom of the waterfall to let the water pour over my almost naked body. I've only been there for a minute when I felt my brassiere come off my chest! It's because there's no lace and the brassiere I am wearing is in tube style. I was shocked by what happened and confused what to do first, how to cover my naked breasts. Should I jump off the water again to get my brassiere before the water washes it away, or should I stay here in the falls to get help from the water to cover my naked body. I looked around first to find Marco for help but he wasn't there! He is nowhere to be found! Shit! I immediately went down to chase after my brassiere when it was being swept away by the water. Now I am not sure if Marco not being here is a good or a bad news, but as I think of it realized that I would really faint if he sees me naked right now! Good thing I know how to swim so I got my brassiere at the right time. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Great! Just in time!" I said to myself while holding my brassiere. Of course, my breasts are exposed, well I'm the only person here so it's okay anyway. "Wow, nice breasts. Round and big!" It was as if my soul left my body when I heard an unfamiliar voice from somewhere.

WARNING ⚠️ This novel is a steamy, taboo erotic romance centered on forbidden attraction between soon-to-be stepsiblings, Sophia and Julian. It's got all the hallmarks of high-stakes family drama, and a heavy dose of explicit sexual encounters that escalate quickly from masturbation fantasies to oral sex and risky hookups. If you're into quick-hit erotica with themes of dominance, risk, and "daddy" kink, it might scratch that itch—it's unapologetically horny and dives straight into the action . 18+ In the snow-kissed shadows of a Parisian estate, heiress Sophia Cole returns for her father's whirlwind remarriage—only to collide with the one man who ignites her darkest desires: Julian Moreau, her soon-to-be stepbrother. One electric glance across the atrium, and the air crackles. What begins as stolen fantasies in a locked restroom spirals into raw, reckless passion—his mouth claiming her, her body surrendering in waves of forbidden ecstasy. They know it's wrong. They know the wedding vows loom, and discovery could shatter everything. But when Sophia's father nearly catches them in the afterglow, and Julian summons her to the moonlit study with a single commanding text, the beast inside him refuses to be caged. As he pins her against the desk, whispering "Call me Daddy," Sophia realizes one terrifying truth: this fire won't burn out. It’s only just the beginning—and someone is about to walk through that door.

At the year-end party, everyone receives their year-end bonuses on the spot. While my colleagues receive cars and gold bars, I, on the other hand, get ten packs of instant noodles as my bonus. The veteran colleagues have me surrounded immediately. "Hey Dana, this prize suits you a lot! You keep meeting the clients outside the company, after all. Instant noodles really are a useful gift! I, on the other hand, have to pay for my new car's maintenance! Seriously, I'm really envious of you!" "I know, right? I just received a gold bangle as my bonus, and I'm really scared that I might get robbed if I were to wear it. Dana, your instant noodles is a reassuring sight. Once you get hungry, you can eat it right away. Mr. Vance cares a lot about you!" "Mr. Vance really is a kind-hearted man! To think that he shows this much concern toward Dana, who works the hardest among us! From now on, we must work even harder for him!" My boss, Harvey Vance, just waves a hand in humble pretense amid the crowd, though he can't stop himself from smirking smugly at me. That's when I flash everyone a smile abruptly. Then, I walk to a corner and dial the number of my company's rival. "I shall accept your proposed offer as the deputy CEO in your company."

At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

Kiera was raised in the warmth of an Alpha’s home, blossoming into a Luna, known for her strength and quick wit. In the shadows of a pack's loving embrace, Keira's belief in an unbreakable alliance shatters when a familiar face unveils hidden truths about her husband. Betrayed and hurt, she flees to an unexpected source for help.The triplets, architects of revenge, grapple with an unforeseen twist of fate as Keira emerges, a woman written in the stars to disrupt their carefully laid plans. Now, a pivotal choice looms: do they save the life of the woman destined to unravel everything they've built, or do they cast her aside to complete their war of revenge? In this tale of alliances and betrayals, the line between savior and destroyer blurs, challenging the very fabric of fate.Preview:"Someone is this morning." His voice rumbled in desire. "You smell divine, Cherie." He softly my inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Do you like waking in our arms? My brother holding you all night while I molest this perfect body you have." He moved his body to lay at my waist, placing my legs over his shoulders. I looked up to his brother, asking as seductively as I could, “Should I let your brother have his way with me?""I think you should always do as we tell you." His dark voice replied.

Illustrator Isabelle Montrose arrives in Valmont’s rain-soaked quarter, sketchbook in hand but ideas elusive beneath the amber glow of Café de Minuit. One evening, architect Alexander Vale seeks shelter under the same streetlamp, crimson umbrella in hand. His measured gaze meets her restless creativity, and a silent bond forms as raindrops dance on cobblestones. As Isabelle’s graphic-novel deadline approaches, self-doubt claws at her confidence; Alexander, torn between family expectations and his passion for design, struggles in silence. A misread glance threatens to sever their fragile connection, forcing both to confront fear and longing. In lavender-tinted twilight and beneath flickering lanterns, Isabelle and Alexander choose vulnerability over solitude. Together, they discover that true art—and true love—arises when two hearts light each other’s darkest moments.

"She was the girl they meant to execute. Now, she is the nightmare that will wear their crown." ​Lyra Vale was supposed to die beneath the execution blade. ​Branded a witch. Hunted as the last survivor of a disgraced bloodline... Lyra Vale was supposed to die beneath the execution blade. Branded a witch. Hunted as the last survivor of a disgraced bloodline. Dragged before the kingdom that slaughtered her family, she expects death—not the ancient magic buried inside her to awaken before the entire royal court. Then the prophecy arrives. The Bone Crown has chosen her. Now the kingdom fears her existence, the Church demands her execution, and the shadows beneath the capital are beginning to wake. Worst of all, Crown Prince Cassian Draeven refuses to let her go. Feared across the continent as the king’s ruthless heir, Cassian is as dangerous as the dark magic crawling through the kingdom’s walls. Cold. Violent. Untouchable. The kind of man people obey before he even speaks. And according to the prophecy, he is destined to destroy the world. Forced into the deadly heart of the royal palace, Lyra becomes trapped between assassins, forbidden magic, court betrayals, and a prince whose obsession with her grows more dangerous by the day. But the deeper Lyra falls into the secrets of the Bone Crown, the more horrifying the truth becomes: Her family was never executed for treason. They were murdered to hide what she really is. And the throne of Varethis was built over something ancient that should have never awakened.

At the company team-building event, I got called out by my colleague Samantha Rowler for not removing my price tag—she accused me of being a "freebie chaser." "Oh wow, Carla, you drive a BMW 5 Series. Are you seriously planning to return your clothes within seven days too?" she sneered. I tucked the tag back in and ignored her snide remark. But after the event, as soon as I got home, my phone started blowing up. My chat apps were going insane. A friend had sent me a link: [Luxury-Car Executive Turns Out to Be a Return Addict!] Someone had filmed me leaving the price tag on and posted it to a short-video platform. I opened the comment section and was met with a barrage of insults. [Can't afford to live, huh? Tag warrior.] [Is this car a sugar-daddy gift? Those who know, know.] [OMG, does this woman have some kind of illness? Which brand is this so I can avoid it!] I immediately knew Samantha was behind it. I messaged her to delete the video. Instead, the next second, she blocked me—and pinned a comment to the top of the thread: [You can know a person's face but never their heart!] I was about to post a statement to clarify, my finger hovering over the send button, when I noticed the video's likes had already shot past ten thousand. I laughed. If they wanted a scene, fine—let's make it bigger. I quickly posted a new update: [The outfit is really nice. I'll wear it again next time.] The netizens erupted. The insults doubled, the heat skyrocketed, and the post shot straight to number one trending. I just put my phone down and went to sleep.

Five years ago, Mannie accidentally had a night with a man. In result, she was pregnant with 8 children! When she thought she was going to raise the 8 babies alone, she met him again... That man, or should she say the Alpha, who took her first time five years ago... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He stepped closer, hands in his coat pockets. “I think I know you.” “I don’t think so,” I said, annoyed. “You were at a hotel five years ago.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” He stared at me like I was supposed to react. “It was raining. You were wearing a maid’s uniform.” I took a step back. “Are you for real right now?” “You don’t remember?” I laughed dryly. “I’ve worked in hotels, cleaned rooms, mopped floors, but I don’t remember you.” He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t remember anything?” I shook my head. “Look, I don’t know what fantasy you’re living in, but I’m not part of it.” “I’m not guessing,” he said softly. “It was you.” “Wow,” I muttered. “Okay, so let me guess. You walk up to women, tell them you had a special night five years ago, and hope they fall for it?” “No,” he said firmly. “You feel... familiar.” “And you feel insane,” I snapped. “Why are you even following me?” “I just thought maybe we had a connection—” “No,” I cut him off. “You saw me on stage and thought I’d be an easy target. That’s all this is. Another rich man thinking he can throw out a few charming lines and get what he wants.”

Livia Shelby, 19, is forced into marriage with Damian Alexander - a ruthless CEO with a cold heart. Hate simmers beneath the surface, and sometimes it blurs the line between resentment and desire. But what happens when the love that grows between them is bound by a contract... and forbidden to be spoken?