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For five years, I've played the role of Alpha Owen Winslow's secret lover. During the day, I'm his docile and humble younger adopted sister who takes good care of the entire Winslow family. At night, I lie beneath Owen's frame in bouts of passion. I've already grown accustomed to writhing my body to go along with his acts of lust. That is, until I find out that Owen has been livestreaming our lovemaking sessions to his friends this whole time. He even tells them that he'll cast me aside once he tires of me. Since he doesn't cherish my love for him, he can forget about having it ever again. As I clutch my phone tightly, I place a phone call. "Are you a lecturer at the Royal Academy? I've decided to accept your enrollment invitation."

Mabel Landry and I have been in love with each other for ten years. Our relationship has started since our school days, and we've been married for years. All in all, we're the perfect couple that everyone envies. But I get into an accident on our tenth year anniversary. When Mabel arrives at the hospital, she looks at me with pain and sorrow in her eyes. "Why are you this careless, Dustin? If anything does happen to you, I might as well die!" I'm about to console Mabel when I suddenly see two live comments streaking across my vision. "Mabel Landry is nothing but a filthy cheater! Despite that loving facade of hers, the truth is, she's already slept with her side piece behind Dustin's back!" "When will Dustin finally realize that Mabel has already cheated on him with someone else?"

When my wife, Cynthia Larson, dies of bone cancer, I am in Penwood on a honeymoon with my "first love". After this is exposed, I—a well-known philanthropist—am subjected to the internet's rage for an entire month. Beyond threats and harassment messages, even my food deliveries are poisoned. As public outrage intensifies, the companies under my name are on the verge of bankruptcy. In overwhelming grief, I start a livestream. Tens of thousands of viewers flood in, demanding that I apologize to my deceased wife. They want to see me suffer as I chase after lost love when it is too late. Unexpectedly, I stand in front of Cynthia's grave holding a shovel. "She is already dead. Shouldn't her kidney be donated to Irene?"

My twin sister, Ruby Stone, and I split up after our parents' divorce. She stays with Mom, while I went with Dad. Since the divorce, he's sunk into a deep depression, gambling away every penny we have. We move into a dark, damp apartment, and life becomes an endless struggle. Every day, I go to school and quietly work a part-time job to keep us afloat. Then, out of nowhere, Ruby—whom I haven't heard from in forever—sends me a link to a live stream. "Check this out, Aria. There's a surprise waiting for you." I click it, and my jaw drops. I'm the one topping the trending live streams. The screen splits in two. On one side, I sit in my dingy apartment, hunched over homework under the dim light. On the other side, Mom and Dad cuddle with Ruby on the fancy couch of their sprawling villa. The comments came pouring in. "Let's see what happens when twins are raised on opposite sides of fortune all the way to 18." "Aria still doesn't know, right? Her parents never divorced. They're loaded and perfectly happy. Ruby's life has been like a dream too." "Poor Aria. She's always starving and never has anything decent to wear. Isn't that basically abuse?" "She's the more sensible one, so her parents decided to raise her poorly."

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.

My ex-wife, Erica Scarver, who's the head nurse of the hospital, devotes her efforts into saving an ICU patient. Meanwhile, I, the hospital dean, just start a livestream calmly. A few minutes later, the patient is out of the critical state. But Erica collapses instantly because she contracts the virus instead. "Hurry up and save your ex-wife! She's now infected because there's a hole in her protective suit! She's in a critical condition right now!" The medical staff looks at me worriedly. After all, I'm the most renowned medical expert in the entire hospital. But I remain unmoved. "Why should I save her? Don't you know that I've just wrapped up a surgery, so I can't enter the quarantine zone at all?"

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

Larissa thought marriage meant loyalty. Until her husband proved her wrong over and over again. When she caught Zephan cheating once more, he didn't apologize. Instead, he gave her a choice: accept an open marriage… or stay out of his business. So Larissa made one of her own. One night of no rules or guilt. Harl was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction—intoxicating, unforgettable, and temporary. But what starts as revenge quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Because Harl is more than just a one-night mistake. He’s not someone Larissa can hide from… and definitely not someone she can forget.

Azelea had it all. Grace, intelligence, a loyal pack, and a husband who was adored as Alpha. But perfection shatters the day she uncovers Alpha Noah’s long-hidden affair. Betrayed and broken, Azelea tries to play the perfect Luna, waiting for an apology that never comes. When Noah’s arrogance turns to cruelty, she makes a bold move: expose him for who he truly is. Just as the pack begins to tremble under tension, the feared and revered Alpha King, Kyren Aerling, arrives. He sees through the cracks in Azelea’s façade—and something deeper stirs between them. When Kyren offers her protection, and a place at his side, Azelea takes the leap. But the King’s court is far from safe. Jealous rivals, power-hungry men, and a shadow from Kyren’s own past threaten everything Azelea begins to rebuild. With enemies circling and old wounds festering, Azelea must decide: will she fight for her new life, or will the past consume her once and for all?

THIS BOOK CONTAINS NUMEROUS SHORT EROTICA STORIES AND IT'S NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. ~~~~~~~ “This..this is so wrong..” Octavia’s words turned into a song of moans, as she arched her back, her mouth wide open covered in drool and her eyes rolling continuously. “Does Bernie fuck you the way I do?” A deep baritone voice asked followed by the slapping of skins. “No..no.” Octavia stuttered, pleasure rushing through every part of her body. “Does he give you as many orgasms as you want?” Came the baritone deep voice again which made her stomach flipped. “No, Romania. Only you do.” …….. Octavia thought she has acquired everything she wanted. A loving boyfriend, a stable job, lovely friends and so on, but her sex life was nothing to write home about. Her boyfriend made her feel loved, but when it comes to orgasms, he always made her frustrated. Things changed when Octavia boyfriend’s older brother, Romania, came in. He gave her as many orgasms as she wanted and when he speaks, her core throbs. But Octavia is thrusted in a situation where she was forced to chose between her love life or her sex life.