Blooming Ivy Lane

( ADULT CONTENT ) His lips crashed down on mine in a hungry kiss, and I found myself pulling him closer to me. By now his hot body was firmly close to me and I swear i could feel his hardness damm he was huge. ---------------- Sierra Lane was out for a fresh start. After finding her fiance in bed with a close friend she moved out of the city, promising herself she was going on a break from men. She'd endured one too many heartbreaks and she was finally done. Or so she thought. Her plans blurred in no time. The last person she could possibly be with turned out to be the one she wanted the most. He was way out of her league. Apart from being a billionaire CEO and single dad, he was also her boss. She would have been content hiding in the shadows and denying her attraction to him. If he hadn't made it his mission to have her. ** Jayden Grey could not remember the last time he'd felt the burning desire to be with a woman. Until her. He wasn't sure why he wanted her so much that everything else came second. He figured it could be the fact that his son seemed to have formed a special bond with her. Or maybe it was because she had showed up in his life at a point in his life where he needed her the most. Or it was the fact that just the thought of her made him hard. He wanted her. Badly. And even though she was determined to resist him, he was even more determined to have her. Mind, body and soul. He loved a good chase after all. It was only a matter of time before he had her exactly as he wanted.

Kimberly Wilson had been married to Steven Smith for two years. When Steven proposed a divorce, she agreed without hesitation. Holding a huge fortune, she began to wealth freely. The Wilson family had only one child, so who would be family continuity? Simple, she said, 'Help me post a message offering a high reward for pregnancy.' It read, "Due to my husband's car accident rendering him infertile, seeking a healthy male for surrogacy. Generous compensation." As for the requirements, 'Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.' Her highly efficient personal assistant, whom she had hired at great expense, sent over photos of applicants the next day. One ultimately met her criteria and even exceeded her expectations. The side profile in the photo, noble and aloof, looked familiar. She immediately decided, 'Okay, It's him.' 'He's available anytime, but he has one prerequisite.' her assistant informed. Kimberly raised an eyebrow, 'What requirement?' 'He's a bit shy, so the lights must be off.' Only later did she realize what trouble she had gotten into. The man was not only the sole heir to the multi-billion luxury goods group-Garcia group but also the best friend of her ex-husband. Steven didn't wait for Kimberly to reconcile as usual but instead heard the news of her new romance. Despairing, he said, 'I can live without her. Don't try to persuade me.' But later, drunk, he called in the middle of the night. 'Kiki...' His voice was choked up. A cold male voice responded from the other end, 'May I ask why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night?' '......'

On the day I got pregnant again, August decided to give up on gambling and work to provide for the family. I was so touched that I cried. With trembling hands, I handed him the money I had saved up after working odd jobs for a year. Two of the bank notes fell on the floor, and I picked them up before running after him. When I reached the end of the alley, I saw the mafia members who always came to our doorstep to demand repayment of our debt. They treated August respectfully. Apparently, his poverty was just a facade. “Mr. August, do we still need to surround your house and demand payment tomorrow?” August sat in a Lincoln limousine and said nonchalantly, “No need.” He stared at the ring on his finger and sighed. “It’s been years. It’s enough to prove that her love for me is real. She once worked so hard to pay off my debt that she suffered a miscarriage. “I already betrayed her once. It’s time to tell her about my true identity so that she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore.” But Ivy, his childhood friend, pouted. “You can’t! It’s not time yet to reveal the truth! What if she’s like your previous girlfriends and only cares about your money and your identity as a mafia boss? “You should wait a little longer and see whether she wants to have this baby.” August gave a wistful nod. “Alright. I’ll do as you say. In any case, she has been with me for so long. I don’t think she can leave me now.” I clenched the money in my hands and turned around. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I no longer wanted to live this lie dressed as love.

In der Nacht unseres neunten Hochzeitstags brachte mir mein Ehemann – Damian Grant, der Mann, der am Tag die Mafia beherrschte und einst bei Nacht mein Herz regierte – keine Rosen. Er schenkte den Strauß, der mir hätte gehören sollen, Serena Lane, seiner persönlichen Assistentin. Unter dem Kronleuchter, bei dem wir einst an unserem Hochzeitsabend getanzt hatten, wandte er sich mir zu – mit demselben kalten Charme, mit dem er mir früher süße Nichtigkeiten ins Ohr geflüstert hatte: „Sie ist schwanger.“ Endlich ergab alles Sinn. „Sie ist wählerisch beim Essen. Von heute an wirst du ihr drei Mahlzeiten am Tag kochen. Und keine Wiederholungen. Außerdem ist sie sensibel und hasst es, allein zu schlafen. Du wirst also deine Sachen ins Gästezimmer bringen.“ Der Raum verstummte. Ich erhob nicht die Stimme, vergoss keine einzige Träne. Ich nahm einfach meinen bereits gepackten Koffer und ging zur Tür. Der Butler versuchte, mich aufzuhalten, doch Damian blinzelte nicht einmal. „Sie kommt zurück.“ Er schwenkte träge den Wein in seinem Glas. „Sie kommt innerhalb von drei Tagen weinend und flehend zurück.“ Ein Gelächter brach unter unseren Gästen aus. Sie schlossen direkt vor meinen Augen eine Wette über eine Million Dollar ab. Sie wetteten darauf, ob ich noch vor Ablauf der Nacht zurückkommen und Damian anflehen würde, mich wieder hereinzulassen – wie ein erbärmlicher Straßenköter mit eingeklemmtem Schwanz. Doch sie wussten nicht, dass ich bereits das Familienerbstück meines leiblichen Vaters erhalten hatte. Ich hatte meinen Flug gebucht, weit weg von allen, die ich je gekannt hatte. Dieses Mal war ich wirklich gegangen.

Markisha Ivy Barcelon a simple and smart girl. Marami ang humahanga sa dalaga dahil sa angkin nitong kagandahan at kabaitan. She have a boyfriend, His name is Mikael. They Love each other very much, the relationship they have is so happy and perfect. But.. She thought their relationship was perfect. She thought they would be happy. She thought there would be no problems. But she was wrong. Because everything that mikael showed to her was a lie. Dahil ang totoo Niloko,ginamit at pinag-pustahan siya ng lalaking minahal niya. She was hurt. Durog na durog ang puso niya dahil sa nalaman, Lalo na't lumipas ang linggo, nabalitaan niyang may bago na itong girlfriend. At habang siya nasasaktan pa rin. In an unexpected Day, their paths met. she saw his Ex boyfriend with his new girlfriend. She could not bear to see them. She left, she did not want to see the man because she felt pain and anger. And on the same day, she received a text from a stranger. The person who was texting her was very creepy. he knew everything she was doing, and then she found out that she had a Stalker for a long time. Someone has been following and watching over her for a long time. Naiinis siya dito dahil napakakulit at pakealamero nito. pero habang dumadaan ang araw nasasanay na siya na kausap ito. Gusto niya na makilala ito kaso ayaw ng stalker niya. Pero mapaglaro ang tadhana. Kisha did not expect to meet her stalker in an unexpected incedent. sobrang gulat na gulat siya ng makilala niya ito. Dahil ang stalker niya ay kilalang kilala niya. Ano ang gagawin niya ngayon na nakita na niya ang taong gusto niya makilala? Lalayuan ba niya ito o hahayaan na lang na pumasok sa buhay niya?

A rough hand covers my mouth, muffling my cry of surprise when I'm pushed against the fence. A muscular thigh pushes between my legs, and I stare at a red eyed Haeden. "Haeden?" It comes out on a heavy exhale. His pupils dilate, and I squirm against him as he presses even closer. "Fuck," he mutters. He roughly tangles his fingers into my hair and I cry out in pain. He tilts my head back not once loosening his hold on me. He leans in and forces his tongue down my throat.  I gasp. He produces a deep groan that vibrates through me. I whimper when he bites my bottom lip. He tilts my head and licks a trail up the length of my neck. "Haeden," I whisper, my voice thick. He finds my pulse and sucks, teeth grazing along my tendons.  "Do you know how much I hate you?" he hisses into my ear, "Yet here I am, going crazy after seeing you dance with Ivy like that." His voice is husky. I gasp when he bites me, the points of his teeth digging into my skin. "We were just dancing," I whisper. He scoffs and presses his knee tighter against me. "You're fucking adorable, but you must be a niave little bitch if you think that didn't affect me, Stone, or Kingston," he growls into my ear. *** Ariella went from prized virgin to psycho pariah in less than a day. Her father, the Pastor of a church, mass murders a group of it’s members. She's the one to catch him red handed, literally.  She becomes an outcast, with a target pinned to her. Making unlikely friends with delinquents, Ariella gives a sacrifice. Psychopathy is hereditary. Stone, Haeden, and Kingston just want to see if it's true.

He is a 10 but he is a decade older than me, my brother’s best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me. “What were you doing this morning?” “I was meditating.” He is right. I am a terrible liar. Aiden raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?” He waited for my answer, crossing his arms over his chest. I got distracted by the way his biceps bulged. He noticed me staring. I glanced down at my lap, twiddling my thumbs. “Y-yes, Doctor Aiden, I was meditating and I-I focused on my breath like you taught me—” “Why are you lying to me, Ivy?” My head snapped at him. “I-I am not lying.” Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside you?" He is her first love. She is his best friend's little sister. Will a chance reunion lead to true love? I was a good girl. An honor student. A dutiful daughter, sister and a sweet girlfriend to my boyfriend until I found him in my best friend’s bed. I didn’t want goody-two-shoe nice boys who gave me empty promises. What I wanted was a man who wouldn’t hurt me. When I found my brother’s best friend, Aiden Stone, with only a towel around his hot Greek body dripping wet from a shower, I decided that what I wanted, what I had been wanting for years, was him. The only problem? He is a decade older than me, my brother’s best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me.

Raven et Jade se rencontrent dans une agence de mannequinat notoire de Soho, un antre de néons et de rêves brisés. Dans le brouillard perpétuel de la Tamise, elles reconnaissent instantanément en l'autre la même cicatrice : une enfance volée. Leur alliance nait dans les pubs enfumés et les chambres d'hôtel miteux de King's Cross. Leur relation charnelle est un orage londonien : violent, purificateur et désespéré, un moyen de sentir la chaleur à travers le froid qui les habite. Leur ascension les mène des podiums de Fashion Week aux soirées privées et crapuleuses dans les penthouses de Mayfair et les docks de Wapping. C'est là qu'elles croisent la route des Krayton, une fratrie mafieuse qui règne sur les arrière-salles de la City et le trafic d'influence. Pour ces hommes, éduqués à Eton mais élevés dans la cruauté, les filles sont à la fois des trophées, des outils et des jouets. Les "dettes" se paient en services rendus dans les sombres ruelles de Brick Lane ou les boîtes de nuit exclusives de Soho. La violence des Krayton est froide, méthodique, typiquement britannique dans son hypocrisie meurtrière. Elle réveille en écho les blessures de Raven et de Jade, qui apprennent à naviguer dans ce monde sans pitié. Leur sexualité, déjà tordue, devient une monnaie noire et une dague qu'elles aiguisent contre leurs bourreaux, jouant un jeu mortel de séduction et de trahison. Mais le brouillard de Londres cache tous les secrets. Les fantômes de leur passé , un père qui refait surface, une mère qui menace de tout révéler , ressurgissent au moment où les Krayton, lassés de leur insolence, décident de "régler le problème".

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

PAG-IBIG Animo'y naubusan ng dugo sa putla si Mia nang ipakilala ng mag-asawang Fuchs si Phineas. Ang estrangherong kaniyang sinuntok at tinadyakan thirty minutes ago sa loob ng airport. Hindi naging maganda ang nagdaang araw ni Mia sa mansiyon simula nang dumating si Phineas. Inis na inis siya sa ginawa nitong pagkuha ng litrato habang magkatabi silang natutulog. Nawindang pa siya nang bigla nalang nagbakasyon si Miss Ivy at ibinilin nito sa kaniyang gumawa ng paraan para hindi umuwi ng Germany ang kaniyang mainiping unico hijo. Hindi alam ni Mia kung ano ang gagawin kay Phineas na palagi nalang siyang iniinis at hindi siya sineseryoso. Sabi pa nito’y she effortlessly beguiled him with her cute curves on her lips na mas lalo pa niyang ikina bwesit ang tono nitong sarkastiko. Sa pagdaan ng mga araw ay nagamay din ni Mia kung paano pakisamahan si Phineas. Hindi niya akalaing aabot sa puntong hindi niya naasahan ang pusong pigilan ang nararamdaman at naisuko ang lahat sa lalaki. Akala ni Mia ay maayos ang lahat hanggang sa isang umaga’y naabutan niya si Phineas na nagmimilagro sa sariling kuwarto kasama ang isang babae. TRAHEDYA Pinatay ni Mia ang kaniyang sarili sa mata ng lahat ng nakakakilala sa kaniya. Sinabayan niya ang isang trahedya na kinasangkutan niya at ng kaniyang pamilya. Upang paghandaan ang paghihiganti sa walang awang umubos ng buhay ng kaniyang pamilya ay umalis si Mia ng San Martin dala ang nakakakilabot na karanasan at ang sakit ng pag-ibig na kaniyang labis na pinagsisisihan. Paano kung sa pagkalipas ng tatlong taon ay dalahin si Mia ng kaniyang paghihiganti pabalik sa San Martin at makitang muli si Phineas? Mapanindigan kaya niya ang binuong bagong mukha at pagkatao? O tuluyan ng susuko ang kaniyang puso?