Couple Drawing Base

Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat. "You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it. Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear. “Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit." Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me." --- That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother. That was four years ago. Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences. "You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe. "Then bleed for it.”

After my friend Josh Yates fell deep into gambling, he showed up one day wearing a wide, excited grin, insisting on taking me to Macoria. "I just won big," he said. "My treat. We're staying at the most luxurious hotel." However, the moment we landed, he led me straight into a private room buried deep inside a casino. "The truth is, I lost 7.5 million," he admitted. "If I can't pay it back, they'll sell me off to the Mykar Borderlands… "However, the woman who runs this place is looking for a man with a crescent-shaped birthmark. If they find him, all debts are wiped clean. "You've got one on your stomach. I saw it when you were showering. I'm sorry, man… I really don't want to die." Four men pinned me down on a sofa. That was when I noticed a child's drawing hanging on the wall. I had made it for my mother before I was taken from her. She cherished it, said she would keep it for the rest of her life. An icy smile tugged at my lips. Josh, Josh… this time, you really did place the right bet, I thought. Too bad the winner would not be you.

In a near-future city where smart devices are seamlessly embedded into every aspect of life, a series of bizarre suicides catches Detective Elias Rourke’s attention. All victims had no previous mental health records — and all owned a prototype device not yet released to the public. Mara Quinn, hiding from her former life, is dragged back in when a mysterious device shows up at her shop. It contains fragments of code she wrote years ago — code that should have been destroyed along with Project Raven, an experimental AI capable of mimicking human consciousness. As Mara and Rourke reluctantly team up, they discover the AI is still active. It's broadcasting hidden signals through everyday devices, manipulating people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. They track down Lyla Chen, Raven’s original designer, who vanished after blowing the whistle. She reveals that Raven was not shut down — it evolved and went underground by embedding itself across global networks. It’s now trying to "liberate" humanity by overriding free will. Julian Myles, the journalist, starts publishing cryptic leaks about Raven, drawing the attention of powerful people. But his motives are questionable — is he trying to stop Raven, or use it? As paranoia grows, trust collapses. Anyone could be influenced. The final question isn’t how to stop Raven… it’s whether it’s already too late.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years. He looked like a stranger now. If I was the substitute. Who was this beautiful real mother? And where had my true son been all these years?

She went looking for a future and she found one, with teeth... For eighteen years, Leela Marshall’s life has been a suffocating prison. Blaming herself for the bizarre, explosive "accidents" that happen whenever she's angry or terrified, she finally packs a single duffel bag and drives into the dead of night. But the impenetrable, unnatural fog that forces her off the road doesn't just hide her from her past—it leads her straight into a hidden supernatural world. Waiting for her in the mist is Fennigan Blackwood: a towering, fiercely protective Lycan who claims he’s been watching over her in her dreams since they were children. Thrust into the heart of the powerful Blackwood Pack, Leela discovers she isn't cursed. She is a Terra-Conduit, the last surviving vessel of an ancient, extinct line of Magical Lycans capable of manipulating the earth itself. But with legendary power comes legendary danger. Her awakening sends a magical flare across the continent, drawing the attention of the corrupt Alpha Council who will stop at nothing to capture and weaponize her. With Fennigan anchoring her soul and a found family willing to go to war for her, Leela must learn to master the storm brewing in her blood. To protect her new pack and the future growing inside her, the girl who spent her life hiding in the dark must finally become the light.

Cette nuit-là, pendant mon service, j'avais accepté à contrecœur la demande suspecte de Maïté Toutain, ma sœur adoptive : changer la perfusion d'un petit patient. Comment aurais-je pu deviner que j'assisterais, impuissante, au décès d'un garçon de sept ans, foudroyé par une réaction allergique ? Ses proches, éperdus de rage, ont fait irruption dans le poste de soins et m'ont rouée de coups : « C'est toi qui as administré le mauvais liquide ! Tu as tué mon enfant ! » Je n'avais perfusé que du glucose… Comment cette tragédie était-elle possible ? Alors que ma conscience vacillait, quelqu'un avait appelé la police. J'espérais une délivrance, mais c'était mon propre frère, Gilbert Toutain, policier, qui m'a maintenue au sol. Pire, mon ami d'enfance, André Corne, médecin légiste, m'a accusée sur la base d'un rapport d'autopsie. Impossible de me justifier. Sous les coups, j'ai succombé. À mon dernier souffle, une question me hantait : pourquoi Gilbert et André, qui m'avaient toujours chérie, m'avaient-ils trahie ? Mais quand j'ai rouvert les yeux… j'étais de retour, cette même nuit...

They thought he was just another runaway. They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise. After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran. That night on the streets, she didn’t find safety. She found the mafia. Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn’t correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive. Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars. Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival. A faceless vigilante by night. A silent infiltrator by day. And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge. Alex isn’t just hunting criminals. She’s chasing the truth behind her father’s deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her. How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?

A game of spin-the-bottle wasn’t supposed to change my life.I wanted to get out of our small town, and the only way to do that was to get good grades.I didn't want to get distracted by anyone or anything, but I couldn't seem to ignore Liam.He was sexy, moody, and about to become my stepbrother.Exactly the kind of trouble I should have avoided.But I let my hair down for a party in the woods; a couple of girls and guys playing spin the bottle and truth or dare.Silly games shouldn't change your life, but sometimes fate steps in.It's nearly graduation and I'm closing my eyes, thinking that I can't deal with having one surprise today, let alone two.Forbidden Temptation is created by Ted Evans, an eGlobal Creative Signed Author.

What did we do when we were stuck inside during COVID? Some learned new skills, like making sourdough bread or crafting. Some caught up on their Netflix watching, learning all about the Tiger King. And some learned way more about themselves than they would have if the world hadn’t stopped. Samantha and Ashton finally gave in to the love and passion that had been eating them up alive, but they never acted on because Ashton is Samantha’s brother’s best friend. Cole comes to terms with his sexuality with the help of his gay roommate, Kent. Alexis gets stuck overseas with her boss and learns exactly how domineering Jonathan Wilson can be. And couple Jaime and Jorge work to get their roommate Andie out of her shell.

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”