Devotion Words

I vividly remember sometimes, remember that I run from someone " I did that in order to survive, They always treated me like a monster" I remember his words that he shouted clearly in my mind, but who said that ? And why? Why he was running after me?

How can I escape from the dangerous and charming villain?How can he say so many sweet words? Why does he smile so invitingly? Help! This villain is so attractive. What should I do?More bad boys will appear in the story.

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]

For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night. But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought. He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore. She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in." While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion. "Elena, come back to me." I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

No other words can describe him. He's ruthless, Cold-hearted, and Heartless. To him, nothing was more important than money. It's not that he can't live without money. He NEEDS money for his revenge. Not until he met this girl who will turn his plans, upside down.

🏆[No.1 "Hard to Put Down" of "The Legendary Urban Man" Contest]🏆 A wife who thinks with her vagina and thinks the worst of her husband, a mother-in-law who twists words for her own benefit, a father-in-law who’s a multi-millionaire but is stingier than a beggar, and many more in-laws who can spew empty words much better than any popular politician out there. And there’s rarely anything they all ever agree on, except when it comes to mocking their one and only son-in-law to the point they put the workers in their villa above him. They take out all their frustrations on him and humiliate him to the bone and beyond at every possible opportunity. However, like the inevitable judgment day, the day their reality turns upside down inches closer, the same day when the wife’s ego gets eaten and the in-laws' faces turn ashen as a newborn calf’s first poop, and that’s just the start of a savvy show.

“Go to jail for me, and once you come out, I will definitely marry you.” Those words from Gavin had been ringing in Lila’s head for three years since she agreed to go to jail to save him. She could not understand why words meant so little to him and why he was okay with betraying her like that. How did three years of her life just go to waste? Those words were the only reason she agreed to go to jail for him—how could he? “Gavin, I am going to report to the police that you were the one behind the wheels that night.” “I would not do that if I were you if you want to see your child ever again.” Lila gasped in shock; she could not believe that this man who had been madly in love with her was doing this to her. ”How could you?” “Just get lost, and you will be reunited with your child soon.” Lila stood outside the gate after Gvain and his new wife had thrown her out; she clutched her hand by her side and muttered to herself. “I am going to get my revenge.” Damien had been following the life of Lila since she ran down and killed his wife; he hated her without knowing her; he hated that she was given such a severe punishment; he hated that she was let go too early because of good behaviour. He swore that he had to get revenge no matter what. “I must get my revenge, Lila Carson.”

********* “Did you really come all the way here to tell me you were with another woman you slept with and impregnated?” “What?” Travis is the one who speaks, his voice echoing his shock as he looks from me to Kian. Kian’s usual blank look remains as if he is unaffected by my words and the pain he has caused me. “Let’s not do this here, Leslie. You know I can’t just leave her.” I scoff. “I never stopped you. You know what? You should have never come here. You should have stayed with her since that is where your loyalties lie now and I am no longer in the picture.” Kian frowns, moving closer and intimidating me just a little with his height and muscular frame, “What does that mean? You are my wife.” “Ex-wife,” I say the words without even thinking. I didn’t think any of this through but I don’t care because my entire being seems to agree that this is what’s best for me, “I want a divorce, Kian.” His eyes grow wide, unable to contain the shock at my words and I am proud of myself that I finally got a reaction that isn’t anger or coldness from him. “Both the divorce papers and my resignation will find their way to you soon.” I add before he can get over his shock and I don’t wait for him to reply as I turn to an equally stunned Travis. “Take me home, Travis.”

🔥 TRIGGER WARNING: Explicit sexual content ahead. 18+ only. 🔥 “Fuck, this is wrong,” he snarls, sweat dripping from his collar onto my breasts as his thick, veiny cock slams into my soaked pussy, each thrust a wet, filthy slap off the office walls. I clamp down hard, every slick ridge dragging fire through me, and gasp against his stubbled throat, “That’s why it feels so good.” Exiled to a small Italian town after a sex-tape scandal torched her father’s career, Lilith Black was meant to vanish. Instead, she strides into Saint Raphael’s in a white dress and targets the one man she can’t touch. Father Damien Cross is devotion incarnate—until the confessional booth becomes her weapon. She sees the killer beneath the collar and craves him anyway. He knows she’ll ruin him, but the monster inside is already clawing free. When ghosts from his blood-soaked past resurface, Lilith must decide if Damien is worth the inferno. Some temptations are worth burning for. Some sins are too delicious to resist.