Cry Or Better Yet

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

On New Year's Eve, my boyfriend, Leon Parker, proposed to Charlotte Rain in front of all our relatives.  I didn’t cry or make a scene. All I wanted was an explanation for the years of love I had invested in him. Then, I overheard a conversation he had with his brother. “You’ve been together with Annabelle for so many years. Have you never had any feelings for her?” “Feelings? What are you talking about? I only kept her around to entertain myself and kill some time.” “Aren't you worried she’ll leave you?” “That’s impossible! We’ve been together for five whole years. She’s so used to being with me that she could never leave me even if she wanted to.” After that, I had a whirlwind marriage with a blind date my family matched me with, and our wedding just so happened to be on the same day as his. Before his wedding, he was on edge, worried I’d show up to make a scene. That was when he saw the wedding invitation I posted online.

What do you do when you find out a man was in your room the entire time while you were masturbating?... ****** I opened the door to the room and it was very beautiful, perfect for two couples ready to take a break. I sighed and kept my suitcase and bags on the couch. I took a long bathe and decided to watch a movie, My phone had been blaring up Ryan.. I sighed and blinked back tears, I put a soap opera and soon my heart felt heavy I needed a release from everything going on in my life, Fuck it I muttered I opened my suitcase and brought out my rose vibrator I placed it on my clit and hummed as I felt the lovely sensations. I gasped and clutched the sheets,.my nipples were painfully tight and I moaned Soon I was on the bridge of my orgasm, I moaned and clutched the sheets, I didn’t even hear the sound of the door opening And came hard with a cry I took deep breaths and then I looked up and I froze A man is in my room ********

Hannah is about to get married, with the love of her life, she'll be happy and all her life will be exactly as she wanted to be, at least, that's what she thinks. Jonah and Micah, twins, completely different from each other but with a similar taste in women, after years of been apart, finally decide to join their efforts for the one and only thing they have in common: The love for a woman. Should Hannah decide between the two brothers? Two is better than One anyways.

Right before my wedding, my fiancé, Benjamin Gray, holds another wedding at an old settlement with his true love, who has lung cancer. He holds Jennifer Robinson close and smiles tenderly at her underneath the starry sky. "According to the local customs here, the woman whose wedding is held first is considered a man's actual wife. I might have already registered my marriage with Samantha, but she's more like my mistress." Everyone cheers and blesses them as they toast each other and enter their room for the night. I witness all of this, but I don't cry or kick up a fuss. Instead, I make an appointment for an abortion. I've loved Benjamin for 15 years, but I still can't compare to Jennifer, who is my stepsister. If that's the case, I'll let him go. Later, I join a geological exploration and research team in the South Isles and am cut off from the world. All I leave behind is a divorce agreement and a divorce gift. Benjamin has never cared for me, so it's odd that he loses his mind overnight after my departure.

"Say that again, Freya. I dare you to look me deep in the eye and tell me that you don't want me and wouldn't rather want me buried deep inside you tonight. Under this stormy, cold weather instead." He taunted, his gaze lingering on me like an hungry predator as he took calculated steps towards me inside my bedroom. "Come on, say it. Say you don't want my hands roaming up and down your thighs like before, Freya. Tell me you don't want to relive those memories again with me..." The closer he got, the more harder my nipples got. "Screw you, Ethan!" I sneered. "That's not the question, Freya." ~~ Freya Smith, a nineteen year old worked as a maid for the Slades— a well known business Empire in the country. One day, Ethan, the eldest son and future heir of the Slade's empire came home one holiday and their path crossed— sparking the beginning of a forbidden teenage love affair. Freya discovered she's pregnant with Ethan's child after he had left. Freya received a letter from Ethan telling her she was merely a trophy to him and one of the many girls he could have anytime he wanted and that it's better she aborted the child or have it taken care of all by herself and of which he would never be a part of. She was also tagged a destitute who could never amount to nothing in her entire existence and beyond. Now, seven years later and Freya is an independent woman, controlling several popular jewelry businesses and engaged to the country's wealthiest man's son while the Slades drown in bankruptcy. Will Freya's thirst for vengeance be quenched? or will Ethan trying to gain custody of their child now by nook and cranny be her greatest battle yet?

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees. His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body. *** I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive. When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events. And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead. Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack? Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village. But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse. From the author of The Alpha King’s Breeder

What in this world can be darker than night?? 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤 She takes three slow steps towards us and looks up to him right in the eyes... "You are Kolawole David Dolapo. My son! the heir to the House of Davies." she darts her eyes to me then back to him "And you will not settle for less!!" I was bitter and awestruck, speechless at the same time. I couldn't cry anymore, my tears already vain. He grits his teeth and folds his fists tighter "Mom I can't believe you are saying this" he yells "Do not walk out on me Kola" she says knowing that's the next thing he was going to do. He takes my hand and turn to leave "if you take one more step with that girl, consider yourself as not my son anymore Kola" she yelled through. He stopped in his pace without turning back "I never took you as a mom anyways, you never treated me as one" he says and heads back to his car. I could hear his mom breakdown behind us.

“Now listen to me carefully, Energia,” “This, is mine.” he said with his hands brushing my mouth. “This, is also mine.” I watched as his hands move down to touch my ass. My breathing quickened and just at that moment, in between my thighs dripped wet. “Did I forget to say this?” My mouth parted in shock as his hands reached through my joggers, cupping my sex. “Getting too excited, are we?” With a half-smirk, he asked. He then took my lips again. He softly bit it, making me cry out in pleasure. “And, this.” he murmured, with my breasts in his hand. He pinched the nipple and rubbed them softly with his thumb. “In fact, all of you. And, I refuse to share it with anyone at all. You are mine, Energia. Mine and mine only,” *** A sassy stripper named Serena. A ruthless Lycan Alpha named Luca. What happens when these two different people are brought together by the Moon Goddess? How about when two different enemies from both sides come forward with a quest to ruin them all? It's all a game. A game of the Mafias, Lycans, Hybrids, Witches and Elves.

Le jour de son dix-huitième anniversaire, Amber Cry a ressenti l'appel de son partenaire alors qu'elle servait les invités lors de la fête du chef de meute. Cependant, son partenaire n'est autre que Tayler, l'alpha de la meute de la Lune d'Or. En découvrant qu'Amber n'est qu'une simple servante, Tayler refuse de l'accepter et la menace même de la qualifier de renégate si elle osait révéler leur lien. Amber se retrouve donc contrainte de rester au sein de la meute, condamnée à la solitude. Pourtant, elle se dit qu'il doit y avoir une raison pour laquelle la Déesse de la Lune les a réunis. Peu importe la raison, parviendra-t-elle à lui pardonner ? Supportera-t-elle le rejet et en sortira-t-elle plus forte ?