Bleach On A Cold Sore

Shofi, gadis karyawan pabrik roti dekat pondok pesantren Asmaul Khusna. Ia sering mendapat titipan tetangga di kampung untuk mengirimkan paket ke pondok pesantren. Karena itulah ia dipertemukan dengan Gus Farhan, sosok pemuda cerdas yang alim dan seorang putra kyai—Abah Aziz. Sayangnya lingkungan kerja Shofi tidak baik, teman-temannya sering mabuk dan main ke tempat terlarang. Salah satunya Anggi, dia merupakan teman dekat Shofi yang biasa menjadi rekan curhat dan bergurau di pabrik. Pada suatu sore, Anggi mengajak Shofi pergi ke suatu tempat untuk menemui temannya, sayangnya Shofi justru dijebak di tempat dugem. Ia dijual oleh Anggi kepada Bos Bagong untuk melunasi piutang keluarga. Shofi tidak bisa keluar dari sekapan Bos Bagong. Anak Bos Bagong mengintainya ke mana pun ia pergi. Shofi akhirnya berjanji jika bisa keluar dari tempat itu, ia akan balas dendam kepada Anggi. Mampukah Shofi keluar dari sekapan Bos Bagong untuk balas dendam? Apa yang akan dilakukan Gus Farhan untuk menolong Shofi? Yuk simak kisahnya!

Blindfolded and placed on his knees, August takes every pierced inch of the stranger's cock down his throat while his rough hands gripped his hair as cum spills hot inside him, marking him, owning him—another hook up at the club that leaves him sore, broken, and craving more. Accidentally, he gets a job as a live-in housekeeper in a glass house downtown, just a day after that hook-up. He encounters the hot, right-handed man Levi, whom he can't seem to resist. In the house, everything feels strange, as if eyes are watching and walls are listening. A stalker starts sexting him, and he plays along with them. Unknown to him, the house is always watching. Slowly, he started having nightmares, seeing things of his past again, a part he thought he had buried. The house was jogging his memories. He sees a piece of his past in the house, a piece that belonged to his supposedly dead best friend, making him start asking questions about the actual owner of the house. August is trapped with, the anonymous Sexter that doesn't stop making endless demands, Levi the sexy hot assistant, the flashbacks with the Stranger from the club, and an idea that his supposedly dead friend, might not be dead. This is a raw, unapologetically addictive dark erotica, where the only way out is deeper in.

"You’re just too old to handle me,” I spat in fury. “That’s why you won’t f*ck me.” His eyes turned feral. “What did you just say?” he growled, stepping closer. My breath hitched, and heat pooled between my legs. “I said you're old—and not man enough.” He grabbed my chin, lips inches from mine. “Baby girl, when I’m done with you, you’ll beg this 'old man' to stop. You won’t just know I’m man enough—you’ll feel it in every inch of your sore, trembling body.” ***** At 40, architect Lorenzo De Vito has built a life of discipline and control—until 23-year-old Emily Ross steps into his world. She's bold, ambitious, and irresistible, awakening desires he buried long ago. Lorenzo knows she's off-limits, a risk to his career and reputation, but her teasing smiles and undeniable chemistry make her impossible to resist. As the tension between them ignites, the line between control and surrender begins to blur. Will he resist the temptation or risk it all for the one woman he shouldn’t want?

Elara Voss thought one wild night at a lounge would set her free from her dull new life after her mom married rich Victor Blackwood. She gave her tight virgin body to a hot stranger with gray eyes that promised sin. His thick cock stretched her wet pussy until she begged for more, her first time raw and full of dark need. He left her sore and smiling, whispering they would never meet again. But fate twisted hard when he walked in as her new stepbrother, Damien Blackwood, the young CEO taking over the family firm. Shock hit her like a slap, his touch now forbidden but craved. He cornered her, fingers rubbing her clit while growling claims over her cherry. As lust burned hot, secrets spilled: Damien sought revenge on Victor for old hurts, tied to shady deals and danger. Elara fell deep into his possessive grip, her body dripping for his rough fucks, but betrayal loomed. Syndicate threats closed in, guns and proof that could ruin them all. In this dark romance, Elara must choose between family and the stepbrother who owns her soul and her slick, needy cunt. Will their filthy love survive the storm, or shatter in blood and cum?

Nagising si Atasha sa hindi pamilyar na kwarto. Her head was spinning and her body was sore down there tanda ng isang gabing pakikipagniig sa isang estranghero kapalit ng salapi na ibabayad sa kanya na kukunin naman ng walang puso niyang ina ngunit laking gulat niya ng mag krus ulit ang landas nila sa mismong kasal ng nanay niya. Wala siyang ka-alam-alam na ang customer niya kagabi sa ginanap na stag party na pinag raketan niya ay ang lalaking pakakasalan ngayon ng nanay niya na walang iba kundi si Adonis Salcedo. Sa araw ng kasal ng mga ito ay nagkubli si Atasha sa hardin ng mga Salcedo dahil sa labis na lungkot at pagkabalisa ngunit hinanap siya ni Adonis at muling ipinaalala sa kanya ang isang mainit na gabing pinagsaluhan nila. “Wag kang mag-alala. Hindi ko sasabihin kay mommy ang nangyari sa atin, kaya mas mabuti pang kalimutan mo na,” “Kalimutan? Paano ko magagawang kalimutan ang gabing iyon, kung ibinigay mo sa akin ang lahat, Atasha? Ni-hindi ako halos makatulog kakaisip sayo. Gusto kong maulit ulit iyon. Ibigay mo ulit sa akin ang kasalanan ko,”

I fell asleep in my fated mate Alpha Zane’s office. When I woke up, a magical seal was branded on my face. “Blackmoon Pack’s Slut.” And there was Dahlia, Zane’s new omega assistant. She held an Alpha’s seal, a taunting smirk on her face. “Why is a porcelain doll like you meddling in pack business?” she sneered. “You should just stay in your castle and be the pretty little trophy you are.” My wolf snarled, ready to crush her with my aura. But just as a vase flew at her head, Zane was suddenly there. He shielded her with his own body, his own Alpha power flaring to meet mine. He scowled at me, his voice tight with fury. “Dahlia was just playing a prank. Don’t be so dramatic.” But my eyes locked on the exposed skin of Dahlia's neck, where she was nestled in his arms. There it was. A fresh bite mark. And it reeked of him. Dahlia let out a contented purr, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “My Alpha knows I never attended the academy, and I was getting so bored. So to entertain me, he let me play with his Alpha’s sigil to practice creating magical marks.” She giggled. “I was just playing a little game with the princess. You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?”

Everyone has gathered around to play games together. The current game requires all players to transfer red wine to each other via our mouths. Before my fiance, Teodoro Lamperti, is able to transfer the wine to me, his female best friend, Cristina Ghedini, shoves me away before kissing him on the mouth right away. "What are you doing? Today is Serafina's big day, you know!" Teodoro might be complaining on the outside, yet he's patting Cristina gently on the back. The atmosphere in the villa becomes eerily silent. Everyone stares at me as I sit on the floor in a wretched manner. Cristina merely smiles nonchalantly. Then, she leans against Teodoro's shoulder. "Don't be so petty, Serafina. Teodor and I are as thick as thieves since we were kids. We're used to sharing everything together." Teodoro begins advising me as well. "It's just a game, Serafina. You've always been gracious, haven't you? Don't act like a sore loser." Everyone thinks that I'll explode into rage and flip the table of food over, like I had done in the past. But this time, I just draw to my feet and take off the engagement ring. Then, I slide it onto Cristina's finger. "This ring is yours now. Congratulations on your marriage. Remember to invite me to your wedding."

“How sore are you?” His unexpected presence made me jump in fright. “Your Majesty?” I spun around to see him sitting on the bed I had been staring at earlier. “Come here.” He didn’t repeat the question. Did I mishear? “Your Grace, if you’ll just let me finish cleaning up this area—” I rushed out, suddenly confused and nervous about why he’d want me to come closer. “How about you abandon that and come sit, Cassia. Now.” His tone was firm yet soft. I almost gasped when he raised his eyebrows and patted his left thigh. I gulped hard and took tentative steps toward him…. In a world where medieval and modern collide, werewolves, vampires, and hybrids rule while humans live in fear, their lives not fully belonging to themselves. Cassia is one of the unfortunate souls sold by her aunt to the hybrid palace, a place desperately in need of new servants. Living under the roof of the infamous Hybrid King, who harbors a deep-seated hatred for humans—especially due to their role in the brutal attack that harmed his mother—her fate becomes dangerously intertwined with his. As she navigates the treacherous palace with survival on her mind, she becomes entangled with the King, who fights against an undeniable attraction to the very human he despises.

Delia seorang gadis pengagum senja ia selalu menunggu datangnya senja, di tepi Laut bersama Damar yang merupakan sahabat masa kecilnya. Delia mengenalkan senja pada damar ia berkata “Senja tak ingin melihatmu sedih, tetapi ketika kamu sedih kamu bisa melihat senja!"Yang mengingatkannya tentang malam walau ia pergi pasti tetap akan kembali. Kedua sahabat itu menghabiskan malam yang sama namun dengan suasana yang berbeda, Delia memiliki kedua orang tua yang sangat menyayanginya. Berbeda dengan Damar ia harus dituntut dewasa oleh keadaan. Karena keluarganya mengalami kebangkrutan dan ke dua orang tua nya selalu berselisih paham. Ia tak memikirkan perasaan dalam hati nya yang juga ingin menangis, tapi terhenti karena tatapan polos adik kecil di hadapannya yang tersenyum. “Kaka kenapa papa selalu marah!” ucap polos adik kecil di samping nya. “Papa hanya cape de! papa kelelahan bekerja!” seru kaka nya sembari menutup kedua telinga sang adik. Suatu ketika Damar kecil memutuskan pergi meninggalkan kota bersama orang tuanya, ia memberikan kalung liontin berwarna birutanda perpisahan yang begitu cepat. Tak ada kabar sedikit pun, hilang begitu saja seperti terbawa angin di sore hari. Saat ini Delia tak hanya menunggu senja tetapi juga menunggu damar. Apakah Damar akan seperti senja yang pergi dan pasti kembali?

Confused, shocked and petrified Eva asked that man why he wanted to kill her. She didn't even know him."W-why d-do you want to k-kill me? I d-don't even know you." Eva choked, as his hands were wrapped around her neck tightly. "Because you are my mate!" He growled in frustration. She scratched, slapped, tried to pull the pair of hands away from her neck but couldn't. It was like a python, squeezing the life out of her. Suddenly something flashed in his eyes, his body shook up and his hands released Eva's neck with a jerk. She fell on the ground with a thud and started coughing hard. A few minutes of vigorous coughing, Eva looked up at him."Mate! What are you talking about?" Eva spoke, a stinging pain shot in her neck. "How can I be someone's mate?" She was panting. Her throat was sore already. "I never thought that I would get someone like you as mate. I wanted to kill you, but I changed my mind. I wouldn't kill you, I have found a way to make the best use out of you. I will throw you in the brothel." He smirked making her flinch. Her body shook up in fear. Mate is someone every werewolf waits for earnestly. Mate is someone every werewolf can die for. But things were different for them. He hated her mate and was trying to kill her. What the reason was? Who would save Eva from him?