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上位貴族の両親を持つにも関わらず庶子として生まれたティアナ。 早世した父の加護により死ねないティアナ。 幼い頃から精神的に虐げられてきた彼女が幸せを掴むまでの物語。 ※全て作者の妄想の産物です 広い心でお読みください

ルルーシアは年に一度だけ帝国から王国への旅を許されていた。 生まれ育った王国に両親のお墓があるからだ。 だけどルルーシアの目的はお墓参りだけではなかった。 大好きな幼馴染のマークに会うのも楽しみにしていた。 「何時か騎士になってルルーシアを迎えに行くから待ってて」 そう言ったマークの言葉を信じていた。 学園を卒業して商会で働くルルーシアの元に一通の手紙が届く、マークの妻からだった。 悲しみに暮れるルルーシアを支えてくれたのは従兄のカイルだった。 ※作者の妄想の産物です 設定などゆるゆるですが広い心でお読みください

While being interviewed about her latest book “My High School Love Affair”, Rebecca Javier – a well-known writer – mistakenly admitted that her story mostly came from her old diary. As their topic went deeper, she started recollecting her teenage life while pursuing Ibarra Constantine who was the school’s prince at that time. Due to massive demand from her readers, she had no choice but to share her high school life with them and called upon the attention of Ibarra himself. With him suddenly appearing in her life after several years, her world started to crumble again. Will she be able to protect her heart this time?

Between the twins, Dawn is the feisty one. That's why when she learned that Dusk was being bullied by her co-worker, she secretly went to her studio to confront Caleb Ross - Dusk's partner in the movie they were currently filming.Funny how fate played, during the time she was looking for Caleb, she was mistaken as her twin and was forced to act impromptu. Even though she was clueless about the script and the scene, she faced Caleb head on! But what's even funnier is that, she found out that this man was innocent and Dusk was referring to another person!Now she can't decide what's more embarrassing...Her sexy lap dance or the harsh kiss she gave Caleb?

Late nights. Locked doors. No rules. An innocent intern bends over her CEO’s desk and begs for his thick cock to ruin her tight pussy, raw, relentless, filling her until cum drips down her thighs. A quiet barista closes shop with his “straight” manager, only to end up bent over the counter, ass spread, tongue deep in his hole before getting fucked raw and bred until he can’t walk. Best friends share wine, secrets, and tongues—licking each other slow until clits throb and they’re scissoring hard, squirting on the couch. A stressed office girl books private yoga and ends up face-down on the mat, instructor’s strap pounding her dripping cunt while nipples get sucked swollen. Every story drips with forbidden heat: boss/employee power play, first-time gay awakenings, friends-to-lovers filth, workplace risks, raw breeding, anal obsession, edging that breaks you, oral that leaves you shaking, multiple loads, possessive growls, and climaxes that soak everything. M/F dominance, M/M rough claiming, F/F sensual surrender. 100% raw, no limits, no regrets. Short steamy stories. Lock your door, because once you start reading, your hand won’t stop moving.

Ini bukan loteng rumahnya, bukan tempat tidur tingkat duanya. Ia melihat ke sekeliling dan wallpaper mewah dan lampu gantung yang terang, perabotan yang elegan di kamar itu. "Eh, ini bukan rumah ku! dimana aku?" Yuki akhirnya sadar dengan sepenuhnya, ia melompat dan melihat sekelilingnya dengan tatapan rakut. Ini adalah presidential suite, yang ada di dalam sebuah Novel, atau Majalah terkenal. "Aaa..." Yuki berteriak saat itu, dengan ketakutan lalu ia menutup mulutnya dengan tangannya. Matanya berkedip, dia baru menyadari bahwa dirinya polos tanpa sehelai kain di tubuhnya.

For five years of our marriage, Matthew Spark was my entire world. I abandoned my career, severed ties with my family, and molded myself into the perfect wife for him. I believed our love was unshakable, and that our marriage certificate was the ultimate proof of it. Until the day I saw him with my own eyes—holding another woman in his arms as he stepped into our home. “Ava, let me introduce you,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “This is Sophie Spears, and her daughter, Ella. They’ll be living here from now on.” I froze. I had seen her face before—tucked in the drawer of his desk, in his wallet, even as the wallpaper on his phone. And in that instant, I realized the cruel truth: I was the unnecessary outsider. The interloper. The greater insult came when I confronted him. He calmly produced a marriage certificate—his and Sophie’s marriage was three months before ours. That was the moment I learned my marriage had been nothing but a farce. That I wasn’t even significant enough to be a mistress. And in that moment, I laughed. Oh, Matthew. Did you forget who the largest investor in Spark Enterprise was?

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.

On the night of New Year's Eve, I wake up in a hospital ward with an IV drip connected to the back of my hand. A nurse passes me the hospital bill. "It's 300 dollars in total, including the emergency treatment fee and the cost for a bottle of glucose drips." When I turn on my phone, I feel my heart sinking. I only have 29.01 dollars left in my bank account. The wallpaper of my phone is a countdown of my family contract's app. Today is the date when I have to renew my family contract for the year. In order to accumulate enough money to go home, I've been working as a staff member in concert venues. Earlier, I had collapsed backstage, so I was quickly sent to the hospital. The dial tone keeps beeping for a long time. Finally, my mom answers my call in what seems to be a noisy background. "Mom, I'm at the hospital right now. I need 300 dollars to pay the hospital bill." "You're at the hospital?" Mom's voice turns shrill immediately. "Why did you visit the hospital during the holidays? You really are a jinx!" "I fainted earlier. I was working at a concert venue—" "What? So, you refused to do chores at home during the holidays! Instead, you decide to work at a concert venue?" Mom interrupts immediately. "I don't have 300 dollars on me! You'd better come up with a way to pay that bill of yours!" "Mom…" My hand tightens around my phone. "Today is the last day of my family contract's renewal period. I'll renew the contract once I pay the bill." "Renew the contract, huh?" Mom just sneers at me. "That's a part of your duties! How dare you use it against me! Helena Lambert, if you don't renew the contract today, you can forget about calling me 'Mom'!" After that, she ends the call. I can only grip my phone to the point that my fingers turn white. After that, I tap on a social media app in hopes that I can borrow money from my friends, only to see the latest post on the social media feed. My younger sister, Hannah Lambert, has posted a photo collage there. "I'm here with my parents to watch my favorite singer's concert! Snagging tickets to the first-row seats is definitely worth it!" The background of those photos is the same concert venue where I work part-time at. It's the most expensive venue in town. Apparently, tickets cost 2,900 dollars each.