Death Cab I'll Follow You Into The Dark

Sa gitna ng karangyaan ng Blue Ocean Cruise Ship, isang banggaan ng galit at kapalaran ang magpapasimula ng pagbabago sa buhay nina Cherry at Jal. Si Cherry, isang matapang at determinadong crew member na may fiancée na nangangalang David, ay umuusok sa galit matapos ang magulong araw sa trabaho. Sa isang aksidenteng pagkikita, napagkamalan niyang gigolo ang isang gwapong lalaki na tila walang pakialam sa mundo—si Jal. Ngunit ang hindi niya alam, ang lalaking kanyang sinigawan at tinawag na bastos ay ang mismong kapitan, CEO, at bilyonaryong nagmamay-ari ng barkong kanyang pinagtatrabahuhan. Ngunit sa ilalim ng liwanag ng buwan at sa kislap ng dagat, naganap ang isang gabing hindi nila inaasahan—isang mainit at mapusok na one-night stand na nag-iwan ng masakit na katotohanan: si Cherry ay nagdadalang-tao ng triplets. Habang patuloy na iniwasan ni Cherry si Jal, ang galit niya rito ay nagiging masalimuot na damdaming hindi niya maunawaan. Ang kanyang puso ay tila nagkakaroon ng sariling isip tuwing nakikita si Jal, kahit pa alam niyang may malaking sagabal sa kanilang dalawa—ang kanyang matagal nang fiancé na si David, na naghahanda na para sa kanilang kasal sa susunod na taon. Sa bawat araw na lumilipas, lalo siyang nahuhulog sa kakaibang ganda at pagkatao ni Cherry—isang damdaming hindi niya inasahan at pilit niyang nilalabanan. Ngunit paano kung malaman niya ang lihim ni Cherry? Paano kung matuklasan niyang siya ang ama ng mga triplets na dinadala nito? Pipiliin ba ni Cherry ang responsibilidad ng pangako kay David, o ang tawag ng pusong nagsisigaw para kay Jal?

🔥 Dark Sex Confessions 🔥 A sinful collection of taboo, dominant, and dangerously hot stories. Warning: 18+ only. --- “Is this what you wore to distract me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers trailing up my inner thigh beneath the flimsy excuse of a skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into my office dressed like that.” I bit my lip, heart racing. “Maybe I just needed some... extra attention.” His chuckle was dark. Dangerous. Desperate. He pushed everything off his desk with one sweep, pulling me forward so my legs dangled open in front of him. “You’re about to learn your most important lesson,” he said, sinking to his knees between my thighs. “How to beg properly.” His mouth met my soaked panties, tongue pressing through the thin fabric until I gasped, arching against his face. He groaned like a man starved, ripping them aside and licking into me with a hunger that made me cry out. “God, you’re so wet for your professor,” he growled between licks. “Dripping for the man grading your papers.” My fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue lashing me like punishment and reward all at once. My thighs shook, heat building fast and deep. “Come for me, right here, right now,” he ordered. “And then I’m bending you over this desk and fucking every A+ out of that tight little body.” And I did. Exploding on his tongue, moaning his name like a filthy prayer— Knowing this was just the beginning of the most sinful semester of my life.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

"You belong to me, Megan," Xarion snarled. "Not anymore," Megan whispered, her heart clenching. "Too bad, my Luna," he growled, pinning her gently against the wall, "Because I need you more than my next breath. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I was a fool to let you go." ……………………………………………………………. Megan gave Xarion her heart, and he shattered it. Now, she’s stronger, untouchable, and unreachable. But Xarion never forgets what’s his. And he'll tear down kingdoms to make her his Luna again, even if it means facing unseen forces and uncovering the dangerous secrets Megan has fought her whole life to protect.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Sean Vladimir is your typical cold hearted teen. Unfortunately, this is only so with a particular girl who makes his guts churn—Gianna Donovan. She wonders the origin of such hatred to no avail. However, a possible guess is the forfeited family property her parents purchased from the bank a couple of years ago. Caught between Betrayal, unwanted love, Scandal, heart break, loathe, and bullying, Gianna struggles to maintain her sanity as well as her reputation in Cold Spring while she convinces her parents to move from the small town she'd come to love. As time went by, Seans feelings seemed to worsen while Gianna's still unsettled until the news came to her that he's left the estate to Russia on prom night. Now she thinks she's sure of her feelings. 2 in 1 YA/TEEN and MAFIA DARK ROMANCE

A few hours before her wedding, Elowen ditches her cheating fiancé and the entire Guerra family, then ends up in a club for a one-time stripper gig where she meets Dante. Enthralled by her, Dante presents her with a contract. Elowen thinks she can use this to her advantage - steal his money and skip town, where the Guerra family won’t find her. So, she signs the contract and gives up her virginity to him. Unbeknownst to her, Dante isn’t just some random rich guy. He’s her ex-fiancé’s uncle and the most powerful man in the city. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he wants Elowen, who had just signed a contract with him. What happens when she finds out his true identity and the fact she can never escape the Guerra Mafia?

They told me an alpha’s daughter must choose a man to take the rank and position of Alpha of her pack. Why? They said I was too fierce, too headstrong, that this was my father's last wish. Was it? They picked out potential partners and pushed their top choice forward.They said he's the best man for the job. Was he? Lies. In this labyrinth of deceit and manipulation, a twisted game of power and betrayal is at play. They think I have nothing but they're wrong. I have two men ready to stand by my side. Julian Knight, my bodyguard. A man they don't realise is ready to d!e for me. And Quade Steele, the Lycan King. A man as dangerously powerful as he is handsome, offers me his partnership. I know he has his own agenda, but what is it? I'll pay any price for revenge because I am the very storm that will destroy them all. I’ll reclaim what’s mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me. My name is Layla Blackwell and I'm nobody's b!tch.