Bulma Shoots Goku With A Gun Novels & Stories

Everyone knew that the future Don of the Jenco family, Evan Jenco, had a childhood sweetheart. They were in love with each other and made a promise in front of the Holy Mother that they would be together forever. That was until Evan started suffering from a strange ailment, where he would forget about the woman he loved every three years. Nancy endured humiliation and torture because of this, but she chose to forgive Evan again and again because he was innocent. However, she later found out that the so-called amnesia he had was nothing but deceit. The man she loved was the mastermind behind everything. Nancy accepted another man into her life on the day she found out the truth. She pointed her polished gun at Evan's head and said, "No man can hurt me and think he can get away with it, Evan, and that includes you."

"What do you think you are doing?" Luna shouted looking at the man in front of her who was pointing a gun at her father. "Luna, you have to come with me." Arthur spoke as he tilted his head towards her. "Leave him, I will go with you." Luna said as tears escaped from her eyes. "Your daughter is smart," Arthur spoke looking at her father. Walking towards Luna Arthur picked her up on his shoulder whilst she kept on shouting, "I can walk on my own." and hit his back. "We never know, kitten." he pushed her inside the car and then sat next to her. {Luna, A 21 years old College Going girl, who was financially struggling caught the eyes of the most powerful mafia, Arthur. at first glance Arthur became obsessed with her and swore that he will make her possession.}

“One year, Miss Vaughn. Once it’s over, take the fall and leave.” I flash him a smile. “I’m glad we understand each other.” “I will draft up a new contract with your terms included.” That said, he closes the distance between us, his hand falling to my waist. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body at the contact. I back away, a protest building on my tongue. “There are reporters in the hall. Smile, Mrs Manchester. The performance starts now.” In the city of Raven Heights, hierarchy is the order of the day. Selene is the youngest member of the Vaughn family. Cast aside by her grandfather who hates her, she has endured sixteen years of abuse from her family. A scandal breaks out when her cousin, Vivienne, has a one night stand with Rain Manchester- the illegitimate son of the most influential family in Raven heights. She’s made to cover up for Vivienne and marry Rain in her place. To make matters worse, she discovers Vivienne in bed with her boyfriend. Furious, she agrees to the marriage for revenge, only to be plunged into a world of hatred. Rain despises her. He’s in love with someone else — Ava, and a marriage to Selene has ruined his chances of being with her. They agree to stay married for a year, with him swearing never to fall for her. But can his resolve withstand the test of time? Or the sharp mouthed wife he has married? Can they stay a year as a married couple without falling in love?

When I bring up divorce in front of my husband, Vito Corti, he happens to be toying with a lace thigh strap that's gifted to him by a rising adult film star. Vito, the head of the Corti family as well as the youngest Don in Emaly, orders his Soldato to pick up his new lover tonight. Then, he shoots a languid glance at the divorce agreement on the table. "How big of a tantrum are you throwing this time, my dear Donna?" I reply calmly, "I didn't touch the bank card tied to the private account. I also don't want the estate in Emaly as well as the bulletproof convoy. I have already entrusted the asset management authority to your Consigliere." Vito is stunned for a moment, but he still thinks I'm still throwing a tantrum. "You don't want those assets? Then what do you want? My devotion? Gia, I already told you in the past that you're the woman with the highest position in the family. But it's too boring for a Don to own just one woman." He tries to reach out to feel my cheek, thinking that I'll act the same way as before; that I'll forgive him in a roundabout way after lashing out at him. But I just avoid his hand. I no longer want Vito's devotion to me. Now, I just want to leave him.

On the first night of our graduation trip, Richard Clark, the class representative, suggests that we find our match via room numbers. "Let your luck decide your fate! You'll get to stay in the same room with your partner regardless of gender! How exciting is this?" Throughout my four-year college life, I've been in an underground relationship with Faye Lister for three years. No one knows about our relationship at all. I dig out a ball from the box and wait for my turn to get matched. When it's Faye's turn, she claims that her number is seven. That's when Richard raises his voice. "The other person who gets Room 7 is… Xavier Jensen!" Xavier, the guy whom Faye had once pursued in a grand fashion, shoots her a smile immediately. Everyone cheers on them, claiming that even God wants them to be together. I'm the only one who doesn't say anything. No one knows that I've heard Richard and Faye having a secretive conversation before the start of the game. "Find the ball with a circular bump. That's the mark I've specifically left for you and Xavier." As I watch Faye approach Xavier and arrange his collar with scarlet cheeks, I find myself smiling as well. It turns out that I've wasted three years waiting for Faye to announce our relationship. This time, I decide to be the one leaving this relationship.

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ This series is NOT for the faint of heart or the easily offended. Inside these pages you’ll find cops riding criminals in the interrogation room, priests bending nuns over sacred altars, CEOs spanking interns with platinum cards, mafia kings breeding undercover agents on stacks of blood money, professors grading with their tongues, therapists hypnotizing patients straight onto their cocks, and one very wicked boss lady who keeps her boy collared under the boardroom table. Expect: rough breeding, knife-to-throat sex, sacrilege, public claiming, age gaps, cheating, dub-con that melts into desperate consent, spanking, pegging, blasphemy, gun play, and possessive alphaholes (and alphabitches) who don’t ask… they take. If you blush at “yes, sir,” close this book right now. If the thought of getting caught mid-orgasm makes you wet… keep reading, baby. One-click if you dare. Your panties not included.

I was helplessly stripped before him. "Now, spread your legs and pleasure yourself,” he commanded. "I… I can't." My voice cracked. In an instant, his gun was below my chin. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, little doll. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW.” —- ‘I am a Victim.’ One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the cruelest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.

When we're in a meeting during an overtime shift, Jazmine Garcia's secretary, Alvin Bauer, whisks a powerbank from her bag, as if it's the most natural thing to do in this world. Jazmine merely glances at him. She opts not to comment anything and just continue the meeting instead. The next morning, I hand over a divorce agreement that I've just printed. Jazmine chucks it into the trash can impatiently. "All this just because Alvin used my powerbank?" I nod for a moment before shaking my head. "It's because he never told you that he wanted to use your powerbank, and yet he took it from your bag in a natural manner. On top of that, you didn't stop him from using your powerbank, too." Jazmine shoots me a nasty glance at my words. Then, she drops her signature onto the divorce agreement before throwing it at my face. "You really have too much free time on your hands! All you do is pay attention to such menial matters and picking fights with me over them! "I've already signed the divorce agreement! I'll have you know that since you have the guts to bring up divorce, you should be ready to suffer from the consequences! I will never go back to you!" Jazmine and I are childhood friends, and our relationship has spanned for more than 20 years. She refuses to believe that I'll give up on our relationship over such a petty matter in such a short time. But the straw that ends up crushing the camel is never the final straw.

Milo kai Anton, known as Lord Viggo in his circle, is a powerful Billionaire across Westwood city. He explores areas rich in natural resources and treasures and collects whatever he likes. He only keeps women to satisfy his desires On one of his searches, he came across this little kingdom called Kinka, which is rich in gold. No doubt, that was his next mission. However, things seem complicated as the owner of those treasures asked him to marry his sister, 24 years old Daisy Campbell, who is said to have some loose screws in her head before he could get the gold. The man couldn't resist as acquiring the gold was his main objective. Not in the world, did he have an idea of what he was getting into. The woman kept pulling on weird stunts on him. However, each time he raised his gun at her, she does that one thing that always makes him surrender to her.