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"Dario, someone might see us," She tried to pull away, with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she whispered. But Dario wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with his fingers lingering on her cheek, and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Ivy's heart began to race as she tried to back away. "You're looking sexy this morning," he said, his voice low and husky. "And that dress...you're driving me wild." Ivy's heartbeat quickened at his words, her body responding to his touch. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She could feel the breath on her skin as he leaned in closer, with his lips inches from hers, she knew she was lost. "I want you, Ivy," he whispered. Ivy closed her eyes, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. He pressed his soft lips to hers, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. As their kiss deepened, she knew that there was no turning back. One night in a club changed everything for a billionaire CEO and his secretary. A passionate and romantic night together led to an unexpected twist when they both discovered she's his new secretary and he's her boss. Can they navigate the lines of power and passion, or will their forbidden love be doomed from the start?

" I want you to act like my girlfriend" "What?!," When calm and controlled Charlotte loses her job after she smashes a customer's face with a tray, she's left jobless, a pile of bills to be paid, a nagging mom, who is always in need of money, and not to mention, she's two months due on her rent, she takes up an offer by the CEO of Nicotech, but she's shocked the offer is not what she thought it was. Daniel Lee never refuses his grandma, but a simple white lie to get out of her matchmaking and blind dates makes him to go in search of a fake girlfriend and to him Charlotte suits the Job.

“It’s still her.” Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn’t even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne’s brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. “What,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, “did you have in mind?”

J'ai aimé Luc Dupont pendant dix ans, mais il a dit : « Elle ne m'intéresse pas. » Et puis il a passé ses jours et ses nuits avec une autre femme… En tant que son amie d'enfance pendant dix ans, lui et moi n'avons pas eu de bons résultats, alors je ne voulais plus être son second choix. Plus tard, j’étais sur le point de me marier avec une autre personne. Au milieu de la nuit, Luc a frappé à ma porte en disant : « Claire Moreau… » « M. Luc, puis-je vous aider ? » Ensuite, la voix sexy d'un homme est venue de la chambre à coucher : « Chérie, où as-tu mis mes sous-vêtements ? » En entendant cela, Luc a titubé et a craché une bouchée de sang devant moi… Peu de temps après, je suis tombée sur le blog de Luc : « Il y a des gens à qui l'on manque pour la vie. Ce n'est pas parce qu'elle t’aime maintenant qu'elle t’aimera toujours. Alors, chéris-la. »

He pressed him against the door, breath hot, voice ragged. “If you don’t want this… tell me to stop.” A pause. A heartbeat. “I can’t.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some obsessions aren’t meant to be touched. Some men aren’t meant to be loved. And some desires don’t care. This collection isn’t about perfect love. It’s about the one you weren’t supposed to want— Another man. Your brother’s best friend. Your enemy’s son. Your professor. Your fake fiancé. The man who shouldn’t look at you like that. The man you can’t stop wanting. Every story is a man falling for another man when he shouldn’t—and doing it anyway. Fast-paced, emotionally sharp, and dangerously seductive, every story in Burnt Offerings dives headfirst into the hunger we deny, the rules we break, and the lovers we were warned to stay away from. Some affairs stay in the dark. Others start wildfires. This isn't a love story. It's all the ones you swore you’d never tell. All of them about men who should have walked away from each other… but didn’t.

Fafa, Ome, Ocha, Naga dan Atha tak pernah menyangka akan mendapat hukuman aneh dari Silvianita. Bukannya dihukum biasa, mereka justru diarahkan masuk ke gua crystal yang ternyata menjadi gerbang menuju dunia lain bernama Crystalville. Crystalville dipenuhi penduduk dengan antena di kepala dan sayap di punggung, membuat kelima remaja itu merasa asing sekaligus takjub. Dalam kebingungan, mereka bertemu Marca, anak kecil berambut bob yang selalu setia dengan snack kentangnya. Kehadiran Marca membawa warna baru di tengah perjalanan mereka. Namun, ada pertanyaan besar yang belum terjawab : untuk apa Silvianita mengirim mereka ke sini? Apakah benar hanya hukuman atau ada misi tersembunyi yang harus mereka selesaikan?

The autumn break has just ended when a call arrives from school. "Ms. Watson, your daughter failed to secure a scholarship and bullied her classmate in retaliation. Can you please come to school?" When I rush over, I find Lila Keats bound to a trash can, her hair drenched in sewage, and her mouth sealed with duct tape. Meanwhile, the so-called victim merely has had two strands of hair pulled out. After some querying, I discover that Melody Caldwell is jealous of Lila's achievements and has been waiting for an opportunity to strike. When I demand an apology, Vanessa Morrison flies into a rage. "You're lowly trash without a proper family! My daughter teaching her a lesson is the greatest honor you can obtain in this life! "Expel her immediately! My husband works in the Education Bureau! Beg for mercy, or she can forget about taking the college entrance exam!" That arrogant woman is convinced that Lila and I will beg for forgiveness after being expelled. Unfortunately, she has chosen to mess with the wrong person. Lila's grandfather is a nuclear weapons expert. Her true origins have been concealed for her safety since her whole family works for classified operations. I immediately call the Intelligence Agency. "Mr. Keats' granddaughter was bullied severely at school. Send someone here to deal with this now!"

Sofia spent three years searching for answers about her parents' death but always hit dead ends. Her stepfather wanted to marry her off to the mafia to settle a debt, so she ran away to continue her investigation. Alexander, an aspiring king of the Crow Cartel, faced a bleak future after an injury ended his ice hockey career. His father gave him a chance to marry within a time limit to get to be king, and Sofia was the intended bride. However, she vanished on their wedding day, leaving him at the altar. Betrayed, Alexander embarked on a mission to seek revenge and ruin Sofia's life for what she had done to him.

🔥 Wild Dreams an Erotic Collection ⚠️ EXTREME CAUTION ⚠️ Adults 18+ Only This book contains raw, unfiltered sexual content that may trigger spontaneous arousal, sleepless nights, and an immediate need for privacy. Cold showers not included. Close the door. Lock it. Turn off the lights. Inside these pages, strangers turn into addicts, good girls beg to be ruined, and powerful men fall to their knees for just one taste. Every story is a fevered fantasy made flesh: silk sheets torn by desperate hands, whispered commands that explode into screams, bodies pushed past every limit until the only word left is “again.” You’ve been warned: once you open this book, you won’t stop until you’re trembling, soaked, and utterly spent.

She was a forbidden fruit and he loved to claim forbidden things. He knew she is off limit but he couldn't let go of the attraction that emerald orbs ignitted on him, a burning passion, that only her writhing body can subside. "I don't let people go that easily after messing with me, flower. I don't fucking care who that person is as long as they get on my bad side. And you've been messing with me from the time we have met and don't expect an ounce of mercy from me, Jasmine." his words were like venom and she felt like dying just by hearing it. What has she gotten herself into? Is there any way out of here? Can she make it out of here alive? There are no possibilities and that scares her, completely. "You've awakened the monster inside me, Jasmine. Now deals with it!