Chat Intens

Using an alternative account, I secretly join a cycling group chat that my husband, Liam Johnson, is in. One day, an announcement is made in the group chat. "We'll be organizing a weekend mountain biking activity with an overnight stay, with two people sharing a room. To add some excitement, we'll be drawing lots for room assignments." I can't really understand it. Curious, I ask, "What if a man and a woman end up drawing the same room?"

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

Sejak seorang pria tampan pindah ke rumah sebelah, aku sering mendengar suara-suara tidak senonoh dari sana. Suara itu terdengar sangat intens dan terus berlanjut sampai tengah malam. Aku pun menggedor dinding untuk mengingatkan agar jangan terlalu berisik. Tapi sial, dia malah semakin keras setelah diingatkan. Jangan berani macam-macam dengan budak korporat yang istirahatnya terganggu! Aku pun langsung mendatangi rumah sebelah dan mengetuk pintu. Tak disangka, ketika pintu terbuka, pemandangan yang kulihat benar-benar mencengangkan. Aku menyesal pergi ke sini. Mungkinkah aku akan dipaksa bungkam dan dibunuh?

ENVY : [En français, “ENVIE” est désignée comme vice par la tradition chrétienne et fait partie des Sept péchés capitaux définis par Thomas d'Aquin. Dans ce cadre, elle désigne plus particulièrement la convoitise ou émotion éprouvée par celui qui désire intensément posséder le bien d’autrui. ] LUST : [Traduit “luxure” est un terme qui désigne un penchant considéré comme immodéré pour la pratique des plaisirs sexuels ou pour une sexualité incontrôlée et sans vocation procréative.]

"Kamu milikku, Vanya, ha-hanya kamu yang bisa buat aku seperti ini, aahh!" Demi melunasi hutang dan nyawanya, Vanya dijual tunangannya kepada Jay, seorang bos mafia yang dingin. Tanpa Vanya sadari pula, tubuhnya memancarkan feromon alami yang langka. Di tengah gairah yang membara, feromon alami Vanya bekerja secara ajaib. Untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidup, Jay mencapai klimaks yang intens dan hampir mustahil—sensasi yang selama ini hanya ia anggap mitos. Vanya kini menjadi satu-satunya kelemahan Jay, yang harus dimiliki dan dilindungi sepenuhnya dari dunia mafia gelap yang terus mengancamnya. (+21)

Jarek yanked me into his arms squeezing me tightly. "That is not how that works here." His hand had moved to my skin sending those same tingles through my body. I tried to shove back but he held me tighter. "Mine!" He growled sticking his nose in my throat. "My mate. No one will hurt you again." "She is not yours!" Ajax growled shoving us apart with me flying behind him. "See? Like a possession." Having been homeless since your were 14 means you can handle pretty much anything and everyone. That was until two giants show up trying to kill you on someone's orders while a and Demon wolf shifter show up telling you that you have family left alive and you are magical just like them. That family is waiting for you at a school for the supernatural because that is what you are. Ready to be done with it all but your bestfriend who is a big mutt is injured so you go with them. You want her fixed and a chat with this so called grandpa. It might end up being a violent chat but no one has ever called you a lady. Doesn't help that you felt mate tingles with one of the guys and the rest of their friends are hot as sin. This is not where life was supposed to take you but you are down for the ride.

I had been the company's top sales performer—the kind who brought in tens of millions in revenue. But just because I hadn't praised my boss' girlfriend in the company group chat, she fired me without hesitation and replaced me with her cousin. Not long after, the company's sales dropped straight to zero. That was when she had come to my door on her own to apologize. "Please, come back," she had begged. "My boyfriend said he'll break up with me if you don't return."

"Ah ... Mas, pelan-pelan, jangan sampai kedengaran Nana." Demi mencari sensasi, ibu dan ayah tiriku nekat bercinta di ruang tamu. Pak! Pak! Pak! Bunyi hantaman kulit yang makin intens terus terngiang di kepalaku, membuatku secara refleks menjepit bantal dengan kedua paha. Suara dari luar ruangan itu terdengar makin keras, hingga bantal tidak lagi mampu memuaskan hasratku. Aku akhirnya mengeluarkan mainan kecil dari bawah bantal, lalu mulai menjelajahi tubuhku sendiri dengan sepuas hati. Aku pun tidak menyangka kalau nantinya aku benar-benar bisa mewujudkan keinginan untuk mendesah di bawah tubuh ayah tiriku sambil berseru, "Ayah, pelan-pelan ... keras banget."

At six months pregnant, I joined a moms’ group chat to learn parenting tips from other mothers, and one of them couldn’t resist showing off. "I’m so jealous of you guys, getting to cuddle your babies all day. Not like me—I'm handing mine off to a free nanny right after giving birth!" 'Free nanny? Since when are nannies free?' I tapped on her profile picture—and the sight of that hand draped over her shoulder made cold sweat run down my back.

My husband was out cold. Middle of the night, his phone lit up on the nightstand—chat app blowing up. I leaned over and grabbed it, quiet as a breath. Messages from someone named 'Viv.' Her last one? [Goodnight, Matt.] I had my fingerprint saved, but I'd never used it. Six years of trust. Six years of believing he was loyal—maybe too awkward to cheat. But something felt off. So I tapped in. And just like that, I opened Pandora's box. My heart? Tanked.