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“What do you want, Aria?” I swallow hard, my palms sweaty. “I need to talk to you. About... us.” His look doesn’t alter, and for a second, I worry if he’s just going to walk away again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he straightens up, his gaze never leaving mine. “There is no ‘us,’ Aria,” he replies, his voice flat and cold. I feel a knot building in my throat, but I go forward. “You felt it, didn’t you? The tie between us. You can’t refute it.” He approaches closer, and for a minute, I think I see something flicker in his eyes, something that nearly seems like sorrow. But it’s gone as swiftly as it appeared. “You’re not my mate, Aria,” he replies, his voice tightening. “Don’t fool yourself.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I take a step back, my vision fading as the weight of his rejection slams over me. My heart feels like it’s being pulled apart, piece by piece. How can he say that? How can he deny what’s so painfully clear to me? “Damian, I...” I whispered, but he cut me off, his voice colder than ever. “I don’t want you, Aria. You mean nothing to me.” And with that, he turns and goes away, leaving me standing there, crushed.

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“Hold the fucking counter,” he growls. I grip the edge. He slams into me raw (one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs). “Fuck—Jake—” I choke. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping so hard the cabinets rattle, cock splitting me open. “Quiet,” he snarls, spanking my ass hard enough to echo. “Your brother’s ten feet away.” Another vicious spank. Then another. My skin burns red. “Yes—Daddy—harder—” I sob, biting my lip bloody. He spanks me again and again, handprints blooming, fucking me so deep my toes curl. “You love this, don’t you?” he rasps. “Love getting wrecked while Tyler sleeps.” “Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—” ** Naked Scripts is a compilation of thrilling, heart throbbing erotica short stories that would keep you at the edge in anticipation for more. It's loaded with forbidden romance, domineering men, naughty and sex female leads that leaves you aching for release. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers. Every one holds desires, buried deep in the hearts to be treated like a slave or be called daddy! And in this collection, all your nasty fantasies would be unraveled. It would be an escape to the 9th heavens while you beg and plead for more like a good girl.

"Fuck you, Marcel.” “I could,” he says, smiling. “Though I haven’t had sex in years.” “Well, I pity the woman who breaks that streak.” “I do too,” he murmurs, his eyes shamelessly roaming my body. ~~~~ Marriage is supposed to be a blessing. Mine? A fucking curse. My husband loved his job more than he ever loved me—or so I thought. Until I discovered he wasn’t just married to his work. He was screwing half the damn city. And then he had the audacity to serve me the divorce papers. So I left. And Aiden King—his powerful, arrogant rival—opened his door. That was five years ago. Now I’m wearing a ring again. But not his and Marcel doesn't seem to care “This is….so …wrong,” I said practically out of breath “You still taste the same” He Says lining at my entrance “I'm not your wife anymore I'm married now” he said raising my hips to meet his mouth “That means fuck to me and Last I checked, you said ‘I do.’ Walked down the aisle to me. I’ve got the marriage certificate—and a memory of you screaming my name while taking my cock,repeatedly that night any other marriage you think you're in is irrelevant” He says as he slams into me with one brutal thrust God help me. He wasn't wrong….

“Elena,” he says. My name has never sounded more filthy. He slams the door shut behind him with a kick of his foot and I flinch. My hand remains behind my back, it is a good thing he does not notice that my hands are now free. He inches forward and I take as many steps back as I can until I hit the wall. He comes even closer until his ugly face is mere inches away from my own. I can smell the stench of his wolf as he roughly grabs me by the chin. I quake uncontrollably, it is as if a wave of parasitic worms has taken hold of me, his touch is repulsive as it is nauseating. This man, who is old enough to be my father leans in and smiles. My eye starts to water and a sob escapes my lips. ****** Elena is a wolf-less girl who hails from a long line of omegas. One day, the enemy pack comes demanding for tributes, virgin girls to work as their slaves and to save her family, Elena volunteers to become one. She ends up a slave to the alpha of the enemy pack where she is horribly tortured. All hope seems lost and all she wants to do is to die, but then her savior comes in the form of Hunter, the alpha of the Storm Riders pack. Hunter takes one look at her and realizes she is his one true mate. But the only problem is, she has already been claimed by the alpha of the enemy pack. Will Elena be set free and allowed to choose her own path and happiness? Or will she be forever doomed to live in the shadows of her scars and past?

Bloody ! Those dark blue eyes pierces me like he can actually see my soul, like he could see the demons lurking in my mind “W–who a–re you?” I stutter unable to form a single word right under his burning gaze. His dark, soulless eyes rake my body in a ravenous manner. “I am your Alpha.” he growls, stretching his hand forward. He spins me around and slams my body against the wall. A grunt leaves my lips at the force that presses my front to the wall. “You are mine.” he whispered, his calm voice sending shivers down my spine. *** Grace's life takes a tragic turn when her father dies mysteriously, and all his wealth is taken in a claim of paying an unknown debt. It gets even worse when her mother becomes a drunkard, and she has to be the breadwinner of the family to ensure her brother is well taken care of. Dreams shattered, and abandoned when she found out about her cheating boyfriend. She feels it's all when life throws her another curveball as someone sets her up to be raped. What happens when her turns out to be none other than Nelson Divine. The richest man in the country. Not only that, he is her mate. Love, hate, betrayal, and nigh more is Grace faced with. Will her life change after encountering the demigod of an Alpha? Or is she bound to suffer forever?

As soon as I receive my year-end bonus, I transfer 100 thousand dollars to my wife, Zoe Steele, so that she can prepare the holiday gifts for both families right away. I even tell her to buy the best quality gifts for our parents, especially the box of premium liquor meant for my dad. On New Year's Eve, I rush home to have dinner with my parents. But weirdly enough, Dad, who's an avid drinker, starts having tea instead of liquor at the dining table. This leaves me perplexed. "Dad, why aren't you cracking open a bottle of liquor for yourself during the holidays?" With a smile on my face, I get up to my feet so that I can carry the box of liquor over. "Zoe had someone buy the liquor for you, you know. I hear that the taste is exceptional." "Stop!" Dad slams his pipe against the table loudly, his face a starking shade of crimson. "Edgar, don't ever send such gifts home. I know that life is difficult for you in the city and that making money is hard. We Kennedys may be poor, but we are people with pride! "Now, everyone in the village is gossiping about us behind our backs! They claim that I've been boasting about your wealth!" Dad's words confuse me to no end. After I unscrew a bottle of liquor, I sip from it, only to feel thunderstruck. This isn't premium liquor at all! This is just mineral water packaged as liquor!

I’m a moaning mess as Sebastian slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body. Celestia was never a daughter to those who raised her; she was a transaction. At just eighteen, she was sold to the cold and powerful Sinclair family to settle her father’s mounting gambling debts, a heartless deal orchestrated by both her father and her stepmother. After escaping the initial humiliation and betrayal of her family cage, Celestia disappeared into the shadows. By twenty, she was living a life they would never imagine, working as a stripper at the gritty New Bay Bar. It was there, under the neon lights, that Sebastian Sinclair the ruthless billionaire playboy first set his eyes on her. He didn't realize she was the girl his family had already "bought" until the truth crashed down. Now, at twenty-one, the ultimate betrayal is set in stone. Celestia isn't marrying the man who stalks her dreams and haunts her touch. Instead, she is set to marry Sebastian’s elder brother, Marco Sinclair. Trapped between the brother she is legally bound to and the brother who is dangerously addicted to her, Celestia is playing a lethal game of revenge. What begins as a calculated move to destroy the Sinclairs from within quickly spirals into a dark obsession. Sebastian doesn't just break the rules for her; he rewrites them, and he has no intention of letting his brother keep what he considers his. Can she survive the price of being a Sinclair bride? Or will the fire between her and Sebastian burn the entire empire down?

On the day of the wedding, Galen Shaw forces me to crack walnuts with my bare hands for his so-called female buddy. My expression goes cold, and I refuse outright. "My hands are for holding a scalpel, not cracking walnuts for her!" He only chuckles and orders someone to hold me down. Then, he glues the walnuts to my palms himself. One by one, he slams them against the ground. "You cheated while studying medicine. Now that you've married me, forget about ever being a doctor again!" I grit my teeth through the pain. My fingers are aching, but I try to explain. "I went abroad to study medicine for you!" His so-called female buddy sneers in a shrill voice. "All that talk about the Shaw family's hereditary disease is nonsense! Galen has been perfectly healthy for over 20 years. Don't tell me you just want another excuse to cozy up with your precious senior?" The moment those words leave her lips, the faint thought of having someone bandage my hand disappears. A shadow crosses Galen's face. "Looks like you haven't learned your lesson!" He throws me into the basement and locks me there for three days. By the time I crawl out, my hands are completely ruined. Later, when Galen's hereditary disease finally surfaces, the doctor tries to comfort him. "This disease may be terminal, but there is still a way. Dr. Robinson has just returned from overseas. She's the only one in the world who can perform this surgery. "I hear that she's your wife."

During the ten years since I was found and brought to my biological family, Sonia Baxter, the girl who took my place, and I have been as close as real sisters. Even Mom says that Sonia cares more about me than a real sister would. I once swore I'd give my life to protect our special family of four. When Sonia is rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, I am in my office, calmly practicing a basic suturing technique on a surgical simulator. On the screen, the robotic arm threads the needle with such precision that it looks like a work of art. A few minutes later, my boyfriend, Oliver Lyons, slams open the office door and shouts at me, "Amelia Baxter! Sonia's in critical condition. Only your micro-dissection skills can save her! Every expert in the hospital is waiting for you! We've got less than an hour before the window closes!" He looks at me with hopeful eyes. I'm the only person in the country capable of performing a surgery this complex. My hands are even known as the "Hands of God". However, I simply reply with a hum and continue fiddling with the model. Suddenly, my parents rush in. Mom grabs my arm and cries out, "Amelia! That's your sister in there! How could you just stand by and watch her die?" I gently pull away from her and hold my right hand out in front of them. This hand, which had once created countless medical miracles, is now trembling slightly. "Unfortunately, since yesterday, I've been showing symptoms of essential tremor. Dad, Mom… this hand is ruined."