Bfdi Chair Novels & Stories

The blindfold came off. I blinked. A chandelier. A fireplace. A mansion i had never seen. And a man i had known my whole life — standing with his back to me, a half-empty bottle on the table beside him. Caleb. "Please." My voice cracked. "I don't know what's happening. I think there's been a mistake—" He turned slowly. The grief on his face curdled into something else entirely. "You put her in that chair," he said. Low. Shaking. "You did that." "I didn't—" He crossed the room in four strides. His hand closed in my hair and drove me to my knees before i could breathe. "You're not going home," Caleb Wren said quietly. "Your sister's wedding is in four days. You look exactly like her." His eyes moved over me, cold and final. "You're going to take her place. Consider it what you owe."

Aisla Lindon was born an Omega—but not a weak one. Betrayed by her father, sold into marriage, and stripped of her inheritance, she flees to Blackthorn Werewolf Military Academy—where four ruthless alphas rule with iron fists. The Hunter brothers: Hughs - cold professor and biker gang leader . Cayden - silver-tongued senior who destroys reputations. Hades - silent predator with dark intentions. Hank - cocky troublemaker who wants her. Hank’s leaned down, bracing his hands on the arms of her chair, caging her in again. “Not like that.” Cayden pushed off the door, his steps silent on the rich rug. “He said sit. He didn’t say how to sit.” He came to her other side, a mirrored image of his brother. “Let’s be specific.” Hughs voice dropped to a husky, wicked whisper. “Spread your legs.” Hades leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. “Our little stepsister needs a good punishment.”

Zoya Agrawal is a coy, silent, innocent girl who abides by her parent's rule and shakes her head to their will. Renzo Matteo De Luca is the head of the most feared Italian Mafia. --------------------------------------- "Don't give bloody excuses" I was barking at the man who was indebted to me. "You were supposed to pay me back before two months". "Please forgive me Matteo, I will try to pay you back within a month" he pleads. There is a soft knock on the door,he looks back at me, I give him permission and sat back on the chair. " Dad i have to discuss something with you,its really important " I heard a beautiful voice say.I turned the chair to look the owner of the voice and I felt the air being knocked out of me. "You dont have to pay me back instead I want to marry your daughter" I say after he returns. He looks at me for a second and slowly nods his head. Who knew my journey to India would turn like this????

What's the color of voice? Does it send you the shiver like morning snow when someone calls your name? Carol Bianca found her groom standing with another woman in the wedding venue she paid to get married to her childhood sweetheart. She wanted to get married to the man who accepted her the way she was. A deaf but the woman he wanted would be his world- His word. But she finds herself standing with a bouquet of Lily and a withering heart. . She couldn't hear what he said. But she knew -- Her love for him was too big to endure this disrespect to her feelings. She left, with her head high until her hands were caged by someone - " Would you mind marrying me?" She looked at the Man, sitting on the wheel chair, breathtakingly handsome. She wants him. She knew it. " I am a deaf. Will you be okay?" she asked, using sign language. " You deserve more than me but I will be glad!" He said, and it was genuine.

Nikita's curse wasn't something that could simply be fixed, like a broken chair or a shattered vase. It was an immutable part of her, woven into the very fibres of her being. Accepting this truth had been a necessary act of survival, one she had embraced long ago, and she knew that the sooner others accepted it, the better. Cursed at a tender age due to her father's unkindness, Nikita was fated to bring death to anything she touched. This curse was a punishment meant to ensure that her father’s bloodline ended with her. The gravity of her curse revealed its brutality when, at just six years old, she accidentally killed her own mother with a simple touch. As years went by, her father's harsh reign eventually met its end, and Nikita inherited his throne, becoming the leader of her pack. However, at her father's funeral, destiny intervened in the form of Rykor, the son of a man who had so cruelly cursed her. Intrigued by the dark and cold Nikita, Rykor saw more than just the curse that shadowed her existence.

"Yield Jessica! You know you can't defeat her!" "This is foolishness, Jess! You have to end it. Your bones are broken, and you are bleeding. If this continues, she will kill you!" They said to her through the mind-link. With her eyes glaring at her opponent, and a grin playing on her busted lips, she said the word, "Never." Everyone thought she was insane and stupid, but not him—not the Alpha of the Blackwood pack. Michael sat in his chair, staring at her. She wasn't a Warrior or a Shifter; she wasn't even an Awakened yet. He couldn't explain what was going on. He was drawn to her, and he didn't know why. Never in Jessica's life did she think a day like this would come. Being the weakest person in the Redwood Pack, she was always treated badly. From the day she was brought to the pack, she was considered a nobody. But that all changed when Alpha Michael arrived. As mysteries begin to unfold, and prophecies resurface, will things get better for Jessica, or will it all get worse?

No one thought that just one night could change anyone’s life. But for Alyssa, all it took was an encounter and a fight with a stranger. She found herself marrying the richest man, the Ceo of the biggest company, Andrew Michael Ford. The contract was about her marrying Andrew and he will give her 2 billion. Now after a month of marriage, he wanted a baby too. Many secrets were revealed and one after another many problems were faced by them. ............ A loud scraping of chair stopped him as the next second someone sat beside me. I looked to see Andrew in a suit with his hair gelled back. Now, from where did he come? Dropped from the sky or what. How come he always ends up meeting me everywhere. "Hi, babe." My eyes widened as Liam looked at me questioningly. "Who is he?" Andrew asked and I don't know what to say, I was too shocked. "Umm...Andrew this is my best friend, Liam, and Liam he is...uh, a friend." I said awkwardly.

This book is a collection of steamy erotica stories meant for adults only—over 18. It dives into forbidden romances, intense BDSM scenes, and all kinds of wild, explicit encounters that might push your buttons or make you blush. If that's not your thing, or if you're under age, put it down now. These tales are raw, passionate, and not for the faint of heart. *** I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, the cold air kissing my naked skin like a thousand tiny fingers. My heart pounded as I wrapped my fingers around Damian's thick cock, feeling it throb hot under my touch. Elena watched from her chair, her voice breaking through the tension: "Take him slow. Let me see you worship it." I leaned in, licking the tip, tasting the salty drop that leaked out, and Damian groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. The shame burned, but so did the ache between my legs. I was already dripping, ready for whatever nasty thing came next.

In a library of an esteemed university a girl was quietly sitting on the chair reading a book about financial management.The girl had coffee brown colored hair falling up to her hips, small eyes which took the shape of crescent moons whenever she smiled ,straight and sharp nose, a well proportionate body and was clad in all black sweatshirt and tight jeans with black boots covering her feet , which was making her look more fairer and more badass. Suddenly the girl experienced a sharp pain piercing her heart, and ran out of the library and there she saw a boy in all black outfit standing with his friends . Her heart urged her to move towards that boy so, she did. With her every step her pain seemed to lessen. She deliberately walked a few steps in front of him and then took some steps back and asked the boy. Honey, Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again? THE COVER IS NOT MY WORK, I TOOK IT FROM PINTEREST THE OWNER CAN ASK ME TO TAKE DOWN THE COVER ANY TIME, I WON'T HAVE ANY OBJECTION!!

In Hollow Creek, there was an old custom: if you turned thirty and still were not married, the community chair would arrange for you to come home and meet potential matches. When I told Marcus about it, he laughed coldly. “What kind of backwoods tradition is that supposed to be? “Constance, I said I would marry you, and I will. But pressuring me is something else.” Then he took out the ring and casually handed it to Hannah. She accepted it with a blush. “I was going to propose,” he said. “But since you want to act like this, maybe we should cool off for a while.” The ring I had waited years for was handed to someone else like it meant nothing. For a moment, I just stood there, stunned. Marcus walked out of my office with an easy confidence, the corner of his mouth lifted in a victorious smile. Hannah held the ring out to me. I did not take it. “Keep it,” I said. “Wasn’t it meant for you anyway? “You wear it. It suits you.” Her face went pale. I showed her to the door. Before closing it, I said, “Tell Mr. Vale that he and I are done.”