Dirty Short

My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building. The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own. But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video. And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand. "The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between both parties," she said. Sandra Pauley's final judgment was simple. "The deceased had a history of depression. The school and the defendant bear no responsibility." I smiled and cooked her a full table of food. The next day, I hung the bully, Eric Hoyles, from the school's flagpole and livestreamed it to the entire internet. "Honey, remember how you said Monica had such pretty legs?" I raised a claw hammer and brought it down on his ankle. "If you don't hand over the video evidence right now, I'll hook out his Achilles tendon one strand at a time and let him learn what it feels like to crawl!" The wind passed through. His screaming broke apart in the air, mixing with the strained creaking of the flagpole until it sounded almost like music. The live chat went insane. Meanwhile, I laughed until my eyes filled with tears.

My mom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life is smooth-sailing most of the time. The only mistake she's ever made is falling for my dad. That's why she insists on finding me a husband who's the complete opposite of my dad. My dad is tall and intimidating-looking, so Mom wants someone who's short and perverted-looking. My dad is a knowledgeable and well-read man, so Mom wants a guy who has only graduated from elementary school. My dad prioritizes his moral integrity more than anything else, so Mom prefers a guy who drinks, gambles, and sleeps around. She tells me, "This type of man is easy to manipulate, unlike your father, who just divorced me out of nowhere!" It's true that the man Mom has chosen for me won't divorce me. After all, he leeches from me on top of beating me up. It's not enough to leech my money from me, it seems—he just has to take everything from me. My mom says in a righteous tone, "This is the only way that proves you're valuable to him. He won't divorce you at all." I've fought back and escaped from my husband many times. Every time I do, my mom will trick me into returning to him by hurting herself. As always, I'm greeted with another round of beating whenever I do return to him. Mom will take me to the hospital to get my injuries treated. Then, she'll say, "Hurry up and give birth to a son for him. Once you have a son, you'll be extremely valuable to your husband. He won't beat you up anymore." Today is supposed to be the day Mom takes me to the hospital to check my ovulation timing. She spends a long time calling me on the phone, yet I never pick up. After that, she sends me a few audio messages that last for 60 seconds each just to lecture me. "Beatrice Anderson, what makes you think you can just ignore my calls? The hospital check-up is for your own good! As long as you can get pregnant with a son, your husband will be wrapped around your finger! He won't divorce you after this! Why can't you understand how much I care for you?" I seriously can't understand at all. After all, I've gotten beaten to death yesterday. My corpse is cut into 28 chunks, and they are being frozen in the fridge as I speak.

Warning!!!!! This book contains strong language, BDSM, possessive ex and an abusive boyfriend. And not suitable for readers younger than 18! Rated-18 Smut Smut Smut!!!! “Jesus,” she breathes out, tossing the lolipop to the side. “You really don't fuck around.” I nod like she can see me, I fuck around just not when it comes to her. She shifts back on the bed, knees bending then parting wide enough for me to see her freshly shaven pussy, glistening under the light. "Did you want me like this, Tamer?" she asks, voice low and rough. She hooks her fingers parting her pussy lips, enough to expose her clit for me. "Or would you like me to fuck myself, while you watch me?” ------------ Gianna Ramirez has three rules: 1. Don’t fall in love again. 2. Don’t get caught on girlgonewild.com. 3. Don’t let Dmitry Orlov back into your life. But the universe has other plans. Five years after ghosting her, Dmitry returns to New York—handsomer, hotter, and more possessive than ever. When her brother falls into a coma, Dmitry takes her under his roof… right where he wants her. To escape the pull of the man who broke her, Gianna turns to the one person who could erase him from her mind: Kevin Greyheart, the senator’s son who’s been chasing her from day one. Caught between her brother’s best friend and the man who refuses to let her go, Gianna must decide… who will have her heart, and who will ruin it completely?

WARNING : Matured contents !!! 18+ This book contains a lot of steamy contents and profanities, it doesn't get boring, it only gets hotter. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "You know," Octavia mused, "we both have these intense sexual urges, but we're terrible at picking partners. What if we just became friends with benefits? No strings attached." Keir raised an eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. "Friends with benefits, huh? Are we sure we can keep it that simple?" Octavia Cosmo and Keir Hydra are childhood friends, they come to a compromise that after being in a series of unhealthy relationships with their past partners, they should be friends with benefits to satisfy their sexual urges. But as weeks of intense passion and lustful acts turned into months, Octavia's heart began to betray her. She found herself thinking about Keir not just in the heat of the moment, but at the most unexpected times. Love had stealthily crept into their friendship, but she was afraid to admit it. One night, as she lay on Keir's chest after a night of pleasure, she finally mustered the courage to speak. "Keir, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling with vulnerability. But before she could continue, Keir gently interrupted, his voice laced with regret. "Octavia, we need to talk. I've been thinking... I want to call off our agreement." "What?"

Amber Star, a journalist with an easygoing life, had everything turned upside down when she stumbled upon a dark secret and in turn got her life entwined with something darker, leaving no room for an escape. Damian Stormborn, CEO of Starline Entertainment with a prestigious reputation as a sex god and every woman’s crazy dream man, had everything at his beck and call including a dirty secret that could ruin it all. Sadly, he had not counted on the fateful encounter that would reel a little rabbit into his dark lair. They had a problem. A sweet love tugging at his heartstrings and a dangerous romance ready to engulf her, changing all of her morals. With bigger problems and demons lurking in the dark, waiting to destroy all that he held dear, including her, how would the sex god survive this ordeal? Would both of them succumb or would they be determined to break the weak link, giving into the darkness?

Veronica Hayden is on the verge of losing everything. Her father, Vincent Hayden, is sent to prison. Veronica’s father owes money to Ezra Waylen, and she cannot repay his debt. She has no one to turn to and nowhere to go until Ezra Waylen offers to keep her off the streets. What does Ezra want from Veronica? Ezra wants to own her. The mafia boss is not used to anyone telling him no, and with no other choice, Veronica chooses to be Ezra's live-in servant. Veronica will bend to every desire Ezra has and learn all his dirty, dangerous secrets. Veronica plans to use these secrets to free herself, but one obstacle is in the way, Roman. Ezra's underboss Roman and Veronica start an affair that could get them both killed. Will the secrets Veronica learns from Ezra be enough to free Roman and herself, or will they both be trapped under Ezra's thumb?

An alarm wakes everyone up at 1:00 am. It turns out that a few college students have gone missing during their exploration in Wolffang Valley. My heart goes tense at the news. After all, my stepdaughter, Nancy Campton, had told me yesterday that she'd be exploring that place! Since Nancy has asthma, I specifically prepare medication that's meant to treat asthma in my medical kit just in case anything happens. After carrying my backpack, I begin urging my husband, Jack Campton, who's also the leader of the rescue team, to set off right away. But he keeps stopping me in my tracks. "What's the rush? Let's wait for Dakota to finish doing her makeup." Half an hour later, Dakota Sweeney, who has a face full of makeup and is wearing a pink rescue jacket, begins complaining in a high-pitched voice. "Why did you keep rushing me? Thanks to you, my eyeliner came out all crooked!" On the way to the valley, Dakota actually pulls out a pair of pink lace panties. After unscrewing the cap of a bottle of life-saving water, she starts washing it with said water. I can't endure her stupid antics anymore. "Have you gone nuts? This bottle of water could potentially save someone's life!" But Dakota replies in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'm a woman with principles! I must wash my underwear that I've changed out of on the same day!" Jack shoves me away at that moment. He then snatches the bottled water from me before passing it to Dakota. "Willow Armstrong, you're the crazy one here! Is it wrong for Dakota to take care of her hygiene?" As I stare at Jack, a cold smile slowly spreads across my face. It's not wrong for Dakota to take care of her hygiene. I just wonder if Jack is capable of facing the consequences behind Dakota's tendency to drag things out.

Book One: My Father’s Best Friend. I knew this was wrong on so many levels, the things that I felt for Vincent but each time I was in his arms, I wanted nothing more than to remain there. His lips were delicate and his aura was relentlessly enthralling. I could see the danger and unfiltered desire in his emerald green eyes, this was never supposed to happen. But the fact that he wanted me first made me want him even more. Falling for Vincent Calloway was so wrong but he made it so easy. And all it took was one summer In Oregon, one hot tumultuous summer with my dad’s best friend. What’s the worst that could happen?

Nine years into our marriage, Linda Chancers was constantly surrounded by admirers. She enjoyed captivating inexperienced young men, making them infatuated with her.I understood and accepted it while she took pleasure in it.We continued quietly like this for nine years. It wasn’t until the day I achieved success and left without looking back. That night, Linda smashed everything in the house and grabbed my collar, screaming, "So, all these years, you've never loved me!"Love?What I loved, what I wanted, was nothing more than status and wealth.

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