Best Bedtime Stories For Girlfriend

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

"Let's be clear. While I stay here, no kissing, no hugging," Aiden Anderson said without breaking his gaze at Jessamine, his best friend since third grade. "You're my best friend... You're like a sister to me and my only family. I don't want to be reckless and lose you in the end." "I was only teasing you, Aiden. I'm not losing you as well. You're the only man I trust besides my father," Jessamine assured him. Jessamine turned her back on him, fighting the tears, unsure why her heart was disappointed. A part of her brain said she would rather die with heartache than admit to him that she wished there was more to their friendship, but her heart screamed something else. She wanted to be reckless with him and gave her heart the freedom to love him more than best friend, but how could she admit to him she loved him when Aiden assured her he would disappear from her forever if they crossed the boundary of their friendship?

Mumbai. The city of dreams. Shining bright with impressive skyscrapers, glamorous filmstars, and glittering malls. Standing tall on the shimmering coast of the Arabian Sea. Everywhere Sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of the mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where an obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Kunal Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly, and cold-blooded. Samar Jagtap. Lalaji's ruthless and cunning protege. Indispensable, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well-oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high-stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart that refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Maahi. Full name Maahi Ranjan Vaghela. Kunal Vaghela's beloved baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Samar Jagtap's life.

Elaine Foster loved to test my love for her. She faked a chronic illness and convinced me to donate blood for her 99 times. When it came for the 100th time, I was already severely anemic. I finally said no. She turned around and used the blood I had given her to make blood sausages for Karl Claflin’s dog. Karl was the most popular guy on campus. Curled up in Karl’s arms, she said to me, “Michael Messner, I was never sick. I only pretended to be, just to see if you really loved me. Unfortunately, you failed the final test. I’m very disappointed. We are done.” I smiled indifferently and walked away without looking back. Five years later, we met again at the top hospital in the country. By then, neither Elaine nor Karl knew that they both had malignant gliomas growing in their brains. I had become the only neurosurgeon in the country capable of successfully removing them. When she saw me in plain clothes, wiping vomit off the hospital floor, she had assumed I was a janitor. She sneered, “Michael, you’d really stoop to anything to run into me, wouldn’t you? You even followed me here. It’s time you faced reality. I’m worth millions now, and you are just a janitor. We are worlds apart. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I did not bother answering. At that moment, I was only thinking about which nurse I would need to speak to for slacking off on the job. Luckily, I had just finished surgery and was going home when I spotted the patient in distress. Otherwise, the patient could have been in serious danger.

I shatter, crying out his name, my whole body shaking. He doesn't stop, just licks me through it until I'm pushing at his head, oversensitive. He stands, mouth and chin glistening, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Strip," he orders. "I want you naked. Want to see every inch of what belongs to me." I scramble to obey, unhooking my bra with shaking hands while he strips. And god, his body. All muscle and scattered scars and that massive cock standing thick and hard against his stomach. I lick my lips without thinking and he notices, eyes darkening. "You want to taste it?" He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. "Want this cock in your pretty mouth?" "Yes—" "Then get on your knees and show me how much you missed it." ••• Welcome to YES! DADDIES–– a dangerously HOT compilation of filthy, steamy, downright sinful short stories. Readers discretion is THOROUGHLY advised... this 18+ story doesn’t do well with clean underwear.

Mature Audience Only (18+)Welcome to Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection — a scorching hot anthology of short, addictive erotic tales filled with raw desire, forbidden encounters, and intense passion.From a heartbroken woman finding mind-blowing pleasure with a mysterious hotel stranger, to a speeding driver getting deliciously punished by a dominant cop on the side of the road, and a tenant who pays her powerful landlord in the most sinful way — each story delivers unfiltered heat and toe-curling satisfaction.Steamy, dominant, possessive, and extremely explicit, these quick reads explore dominance, submission, power play, and sizzling one-night stands that will leave you breathless and craving more.If you love filthy, no-holds-barred erotica with strong chemistry and unforgettable nights, this collection is your ultimate escape.Warning: This book contains highly explicit sexual content, graphic language, and mature themes including dominance, submission, and taboo elements. Intended for mature audiences 18+ only.Tags: Steamy, Dominant, Badboy, Possessive, Affair, Erotica, One Night Stand

"Arch your back Arielle, let me see that fresh little pussy of yours" Aiden groaned beneath my legs, while Ryan chuckled in my ears, biting and teasing my earlobes, "Show us that fresh little pussy, Ari" And I did, I arched my back, baring myself in the presence of my two Alpha mates. *** I was secretly in love with my best friend, Aiden. But it was impossible, we were forbidden. He's the Alpha prince and would soon find his mate. And me, I'm a lowly omega. My parents are workers for the Alpha. And I was no match for Lauren. The school's queen bee who was obsessed with Aiden. She was everything I wasn't. Nor was I a match for Ariana, my twin sister who Aiden seemed to have a liking for. I would kill my feelings for him and get over him, moreover I needed to find a mate soon. Once the bond happens, I would lose every feelings I had for my best friend. That was what I thought till we found out we were each other's mates. And not just his mate, his's too. My other best friend, Ryan. I was his mate too. And then I found out I wasn't no ordinary wolf. An ordinary Omega torn between two Alpha Mates.

Francesca only had one thing on her mind: escaping the hell that is her husband, Alpha Stefano. But it wasn't an easy feat, and more difficult years went by until she found hope in her mate, Alpha Tristan. It had long been scarred and hidden, but Tristan somehow effortlessly opened Francesca's heart again. And even as the world turned against them, she could only be certain of one thing: their love is stronger than all the forces of the universe.

The Sex Doctor: Bestfriend Crush ( Book 1) This book contains Steamy mature contents, not suitable for Underage. **** Thirty years old straight self-made billionaire playboy Roth Dimitri only has one agenda in life, that is to never fall in love with any woman irrespective of her skin colour, body shape, and never to get married. He love Women, Roth was 100% straight, he is the Sex Doctor of NYC, a pro in the game, endowed in every areas, he love the scream of pleasure from women as he takes them to that secret place, only him is capable of taking them to. But someone is around the corner, watching, wanting, Aroused, panting and lustfully desiring. He wants Roth, he would get Roth, he would taste Roth, he would change Roth. Tristan is ready to risk everything and anything he has to make Roth his, he's ready to risk even the ten years of them being Bestfriend.