Cursive Letters F

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?

He snapped around, glaring at her, oh lord she looked sexy, wearing thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt and a very tight white button down shirt, which was only sparsely buttoned to cover her breasts. "Why don't you snap a picture it will last you longer and you can enjoy it when you are alone". She smirked as she twirled one of her braids around her hand. Oh he would love to grab those braids, making her use that naughty mouth for something better.. f**k Sebastian snap out of it, he thought, she is so not your type. "If I wanna look at cheap whores the internet got a better selection". Amber and Sebastian is both friends with Matt.. but just as he expected they are not getting along at all.. or is that just a cover for their attraction ? How with it all end when they get entagled in a bet ?

Einen Monat vor unserer Hochzeit verkündete mein Verlobter, dass er mit seiner ersten großen Liebe ein Kind zeugen wolle. Ich war dagegen, doch er brachte es Tag für Tag zur Sprache. Zwei Wochen vor der Hochzeit erhielt ich einen Schwangerschaftstest. Erst da erfuhr ich, dass seine erste Liebe bereits seit fast einem Monat schwanger war. Er hatte nie vorgehabt, meine Zustimmung einzuholen. In diesem Moment lösten sich unsere jahrelangen Gefühle in Luft auf. Also sagte ich die Hochzeit ab, vernichtete alle Erinnerungen an ihre gemeinsame Zeit und begab mich am geplanten Hochzeitstag in ein abgeschottetes Forschungslabor. Von da an hatte ich nichts mehr mit ihm zu tun!

Le jour de leur troisième anniversaire de mariage, Louis a invité tous leurs amis pour faire la fête. Mais quand Léa est arrivée, elle a vu qu'il était à genoux devant son amie d'enfance pour lui faire une demande en mariage. Elle lui a demandé froidement des explications, mais il a répondu avec agacement que c'était juste un jeu de défi. Quand il l'a poussée dans les escaliers pour protéger son amie d'enfance, ce qui a causé sa fausse couche, elle a enfin compris. Elle avait dit qu'elle lui donnerait cinq chances, et maintenant les cinq sont terminées. « Louis, on divorce. »

"What do you f**king want?" his voice was warm against my neck, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "You," I breathed shamelessly. "I want you." "Do you know what it means to want me?" he asked, his finger trailing down my navel. I shook my head, shivering. "It means taking everything I have to offer. It means surrendering to my world. Are you sure you want all of that, tesoro?" I gave a quick nod. "Yes." **** Gabriel was given a task to watch Arielle—to protect her. What started as a duty turned into a habit. Habit turned into obsession until he began to crave her like a drug. Arielle never planned to fall for him—the man with the double identity. But with every look, every addictive touch, he pulled her deeper into a world she had no business craving.

Exiled,mateless,heart broken and cursed by a witch,Alexander Blackwood begun his new life as a mafia boss killing and ruining his enemies who try to come in his way while mourning for his lost love. He took an oath to keep his heart locked for any woman since his beloved f found her mate in his cousin.But one night in a drunken state,he broke the promise and later on he found out. The human girl is pregnant with his twins! Whereas,the poor girl Felicity Brown found her life messed up when she discovered her pregnancy as an aftermath of a one night stand with a man,she can never forget a name- The mafia boss Alexander Blackwood who is competent unware of the dark side of her personality.

Heat: Fifty Erotic Fictions for the Fevered Mind By Gem-Ma No fade to black. No soft focus. Just the edge of pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries melt, clothes fall, and fantasies ignite. From secret pillow fights and forbidden fittings to rough backseat confessions and whispered sins behind bookstore shelves, HEAT delivers 50 scorching tales of seduction, kink, and raw, unfiltered desire. Whether it's soft sighs in a steamy bath or the slap of skin in a dark alley, each story plunges you deep into lust, longing, and the edge of surrender. M/F. F/F. M/M. Threesomes. Strangers. Exes. Teachers. Brides. Bosses. No fantasy is off-limits. Multiple kinks. All orientations. One rule: never look away. Perfect for readers who crave vivid scenes, dirty talk, and characters who always cross the line-again and again.

Mi pareja en línea resultó ser… mi jefe. Pero claro, él no tiene ni idea de que la persona del otro lado del chat soy yo. Y lo peor es que, una y otra vez, insiste en que quiere conocernos en persona. ¡Madre mía! Si eso ocurriera, terminaría en un estado fatal al día siguiente. Así que, sin dudarlo, lo dejé. Después de eso, se puso de un humor terrible, y toda la empresa tuvo que pagar las consecuencias con horas extras. Y pues… ¿cómo decirlo? Por mi salud mental y física, volver con él… tampoco suena tan mal.

„Werde meine Frau. Meine Verlobte hat zwei Minuten Verspätung zu unserer Hochzeit, und ich muss heute heiraten.“ Valérie hebt den Kopf, noch zitternd von ihren Tränen. „Ich bin gerade erst geschieden, mein Herr. Suchen Sie sich jemand anderen.“ Aber Léonard Evans beharrt, sein Blick brennend vor Entschlossenheit: „Dich will ich. Ich habe dich weinen sehen wegen diesem Idioten. Du kannst ablehnen, wenn du es ertragen kannst, die Beleidigungen der zukünftigen Frau deines Ex-Mannes allein zu ertragen.“ Valérie folgt seinem Blick. In der Ferne entfernt sich ihr Ex-Mann Thierry am Arm seiner neuen Frau. Mit gebrochenem Herzen und zugeschnürter Kehle dreht sie sich zu diesem Fremden um, der ihr einen Ausweg anbietet. „Einverstanden, aber es muss vertraulich bleiben.“ „Wie du willst.“ --- Fünf Jahre war Valérie mit Thierry Zack verheiratet. Fünf Jahre Ehe, enttäuschte Hoffnungen, Schweigen. Ihr größter Kummer: Sie konnte ihm das Kind nicht schenken, das er sich so sehr wünschte. Also beschloss Thierry, sich scheiden zu lassen, um eine andere Frau zu heiraten. Was er nicht weiß: Valérie hat gerade erst herausgefunden, dass sie endlich schwanger ist – von ihm. Als Léonard Evans am Tag von Thierrys Hochzeit ihren Weg kreuzt, weiß er nichts von diesem Geheimnis. Er sieht nur eine verletzte Frau, die er beschützen will. Doch als die Wahrheit ans Licht kommt – wird er dann an ihrer Seite bleiben, wissend, dass sie das Kind eines anderen Mannes trägt? Und wird Valérie eines Tages den Mut finden, Thierry zu sagen, dass er Vater ist?

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?