Cougar Next Door

In the dark of night, they come to life. Whispers through haunted tombs. Cackles beneath a dreaded moon. Malevolent spirits from the twisted mind. Be mindful of whose door you knock on. A reaper may greet you. For those that care of Halloween scare, abandon intent and take the dare.

My husband, Alex Carter, is a top AI engineer. He one day gets drugged by a new intern at his company, and one night of chaos follows. He calls me the next morning, his voice hoarse from a hangover and filled with unfamiliar panic. "Em, I messed up. But don't worry. I gave her enough money to disappear from this city." After ten years together, I believe it is just a momentary lapse in judgment. Six months later, Alex's company suffers the worst cyber attack in its history, with core data hanging by a thread. I rush back from a fragrance exhibition in Astral, only to witness a scene at the data center entrance that sends me into shock. Alex stands outside the tightly sealed door, his face showing a weariness and guilt I have never seen before. The doctor says that the intern, Brooke Anderson, is three months pregnant and has spent 72 hours with him in the high-radiation server room. Now, she shows signs of miscarriage. Later, Brooke gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The entire Carter family is ecstatic. I remove the wedding ring that has accompanied me for ten years, my fingertips turning ice cold. I dial the number saved with only one letter "S" and say, "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you proposed last time." A low, soft laugh comes from the other end of the line. "Ms. Emma Shaw, that's a wise decision."

During the tenth year I had a crush on Ron, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer. With a critically ill notice in hand, I stood at the door to the room where my former classmates gathered, and I heard Ron holding his crush and cooing at her, “Just ignore it. Willow has been bothering me for ten years. If there was even a possibility of us getting together, we would have done so a long time ago. Honestly, I would never like her. Even if she continues bothering me for another ten or twenty years, I still won’t like her.” My former classmates cheered, and Ron looked like he was about to kiss her. I stood at the door and cried so hard that I trembled, but I did not dare make a sound. Ron, I would not be able to bother you for another twenty years. I was about to die.

Si Maria Marites Majarott ay isang introvert na babae, siya ay NBSB at nahihirapang makihalubilo sa mga tao not until Ernist Hemingway 'the boy next door' comes to the rescue. **** Si Maria Marites Majarott 'Mari' ay nagtatrabaho bilang isang manunulat sa isa sa pinakamalaki at pinakasikat na kumpanya ng paglalathala sa bansa. Sa katunayan, isa siya sa pinakamabentang may-akda sa kasalukuyang henerasyon ngunit itinatago niya ang sarili sa pin name na MMM 'Malibog at Maharot na Manunulat'. Siya ay isang Erotikong manunulat. Gayunpaman, kung gaano kalapad at kalawak ang imahinasyon niya patungkol sa kanyang genre ay napakasalungat nito sa totoong personalidad niya. Isa siyang tao na pinangingibawan ang pagtuon sa kanyang sarili. In short introverted and innocent like bullshit. Kaya nang tumuntong siya ng trenta ay naging desperada ang dalaga't gusto niyang maranasan kung ano ba ang pakiramdam ng madidiligan ang bulaklak niya, subalit paano? Wala naman nagpapakilig sa kanya? N'ung halos susuko na siya't handang tanggapin ang madilim na kapalaran ng bulaklak niya. Saka naman may bagong saltang kapitbahay siya na si Ernist Hemingway na mayroon pinakamagandang ngiti na nasilayan niya sa buong buhay niya. Ito naba ang nakatakdang pumitas sa malapit nang malalantang bulaklak niya?

When you pair two strangers who have a lot of hidden sexual tension towards each other, it's only normal that sensual sparks would fly- as well as their clothes when they're eventually getting wild and steamy with each other. ******** Blue's every day motto was "When life throws you lemons, make lemonade. " But she currently had a lot on her plate, and none of it were delicious lemons. What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay in Vegas right? Man, did Blue wish that was the truth. . Her life was rapidly falling apart! First, her fiancé had just been brutally murdered, she had also been rendered completely homeless, she was also on the run for commiting a serious felony and next she's drunk, having a wild and steamy night with a stranger in the backseat of his car. Could Blue find a sense of purpose in all the madness? At the brink of trying to escape from the chaotic mess he life has suddenly become, Blue encounters the presence of the Baron of Aston! One thing leads to another and soon, she was all royally prissy-ed up in a tall castle, married to him as the Baroness of Aston. It was definitely a fresh start to a new, unproblematic life- or so she thought. All good things come to an end. So what happens when her past comes back knocking at her door? And the stranger from that stormy night resurfaces in her life? And this time, he wanted more than just one night with her and he wouldn't take no for an answer. . .

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

Agatha Candice, better known as Agatha, was an omega werewolf of the Moon Stone Pack. Since Agatha's father died, her life has been very miserable. She and her mother had to move to the most dilapidated cabin. Working as a slave in the house of the alpha, Raymond Asher, made her suffer even more. She always got scolded by the alpha's family, especially Elena Asher, Raymond's evil daughter. Almost everyday, Agatha was bullied by her. Agatha's life seemed hopeless, until she met a big handsome wolf in the forest. At first, she didn't think much of it. Until finally, the two met again when the wolf deliberately broke down the door to her room. Who exactly was that wolf? Why did he dare to break down Agatha's room door? Would the wolf save her from her miserable life?

Gu small warm force pushes open the front door of President's office, "Si Chen, tonight you... " When see clearly in front of the scene on the SOFA, Gu Xiaonuan the rest of the words are stuck in the throat, her eyes are red, strong hold do not let tears fall down.

During a surgical procedure to remove the skin tag from my private part, I accidentally exposed my "manhood." Since then, I've noticed quite a few young nurses sneaking glances my way. Still, none have been as daring as her, showing up at my door in the dead of night.

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.