Booktok Ya Boks Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

I should've just listened to her, I should've just understood our situation. Buong maghapon akong nag-basa ng libro, dahil wala naman akong cellphone, wala kasing pambili si mama at hindi ko naman kailangan ‘yon. Mas okay pa ang libro, mura na, may matututunan ka pa. “Hmm?” May nakita akong umiilaw sa loob ng isang box sa tabi ng damitan ko. Teka- Ito ‘yung box na pinaglalagyan ko ng mga gamit na galing kay papa. May kulay itim na veins ‘yung box, ginamit ko rin yata ito nung pinipigilan ko ang ability ko.

I ask. The tall girl shook her head and stuttering speak her mind out, “It's about boys. Uh. Like gays. If you want to learn more about it, try visiting that section.” She pointed at the direction where there is a sign BL section: Manhwa, Novel, Novellette, Facts., etc. “Oh. Thankyou,” I said the bow my head and walked away. They went out the bookstore crazily whispering into each others ears. I thought they want to get my name... but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought.

He knew what it was—the insignia of Beocraft. Kevin ambled across the room, browsing through the books on the shelf. Most of the titles and pictures in the books were disturbing. His eyes were drawn to the title of a particular book. Torture technique. The cover page had a disturbing image of a blood-soaked heart being pulled out of a man’s chest by what appeared to be a surgeon. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him as he stared. Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top.

I see a staircase near the bar and above it there's a mezzanine with some partitions, I think it's for the boxes. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

LUCIEN AFOLAYAN The exact microsecond Bianca's throat releases that loud, annoying scream, Tobin steps out of the shadow of the excavator cabin and deploys a sharp, bone-crushing kick straight into the boy's lower back. The physical force launches Bianca completely out of his mechanical wheelchair, his body tumbling across the gravel until his frame lies perfectly still on the dirt. Tobin withdraws his leg with a slow, deliberate movement, stepping back to wheel my massive frame directly in front of the terrified, shaking figures of Helena and Cedric, who both promptly drop their heads to the earth, shivered to the bone and completely unable to look up at my face.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

I always thought that mates were the only aspect of the werewolf community that I liked, having that one person who was made specifically for you, who will love and protect you for always sounded amazing, but I never for even a second thought that I’d get one myself. As I followed him deeper into the room, two boxes sat on the bed caught my attention, they weren’t there when I left for the balcony. Baron, seeing my interest in the boxes, releases my arm and walks towards the bed taking the first box in his hands. “This is what I sorted while you were having some fresh air, once I saw the magnificent photo you were able to create and the story you told me of how much you like drawing due to y