Door Crack Blocker

My husband drives me out so I can meet my best friend for an afternoon tea session. That's when I discover a used condom and a stray earring wedged between the door and the front passenger seat. I'm distraught as I head to the restaurant. My best friend hugs me warmly, but the lone earring she wears pierces my heart. I don't expose them for their betrayal. Instead, I fall into bed with my husband's best friend that very night. Later, James Fullman roars and asks why I've done this to him. I smile faintly and lean into the embrace of the man beside me. "You're not the only one who can get hot and heavy in the front passenger seat, you know."

What makes the Moon Stone Packs think Mandava was the safest place to hunt?? Why would they think it was the only place where they can find what they want?? The night was calm just as usual. Everyone sat in their homes, with their doors locked. That was the rule, and it must be obeyed... They discussed happily as they dined together. No one knew what the night held. Not until the door banged open, two strange men walked into their home. " Who are you? " Their father asked, " What do you want? " " Girls, stay behind mommy. " Said their mother as she cuddled them behind her. " We're here for your daughter. " Said one of the men. " Which of my daughters? " Asked their mother. The men stared at the three girls whose eyes were buried to the ground. " Her. " He pointed at one of the girls. ~~~~

When the debt of Freya Lomie's neck was almost driving her crazy, all of a sudden she started getting an envelope filled with money from an untraceable location. Three times she got the same exact envelope, filled with $20,000 which not only could bring her out of the slump of debt, but could also seal her fate, with just four words attached to it, “...You..." "..Belong..." "... To Me...” Freya ignored the warning sign, paid off her debt, lived a comfortable life, a year later, a knock was heard on her door, a man stood before her, his eyes dark, lips pressed In firm fine line, the moment he let out the word, Freya knew her life would never remain the same again. "Iam here to collect You"

Opening the door to my bedroom, my heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia Carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.” Here starts my story..well, no my story had long begun this was just another phase of it. ******** Brock Dawson, mourning his beloved mate’s death is my mate. Well, new mate I guess. But he is still in love with his dead mate. He wasn't willing to take up a new mate. Great. Applause to my fate. A cheating mate and a mate still in love. Was Brock still in love? Or is there a secret he doesn't want to share? will Thalia recover her rejection and move on? or is she plotting her revenge?

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

On their fifth anniversary, Auliffe Albano's best friend sneaked into her fiance's room instead of her, but she was in the next room, spending the night with a stranger. Nine months later, she gave birth to a child, and the child's father, Hawk Valiente, came to the door the next day after she gave birth. Hawk was dressed in black slacks and a white long sleeve. Hawk persuaded Auliffe to marry him or give her custody of the child. But who can explain to her how the man she married for convenience is the CEO of a multinational group of companies and a billionaire? One night's blunder would entangle her life and career which result in much more than they could have imagined. Will the unexpected misstep lead to real love in the end, or will break them apart?

I begged my boss, Arthur Hutton, ninety-eight times for us to get officially married. Each time, he canceled our plans because his childhood sweetheart deliberately lured him away. On the ninety-ninth attempt, I waited for him at the city hall. Arthur simply patted my head and then put up a sign on the door that read, [Serena Xander and Dogs Not Allowed.] He said indifferently, “Millie’s throwing a fit, and I can’t calm her down. I need to marry her first. “I’ll divorce her, so just wait for me. Next Wednesday is a good day. I’ll marry you then.” But he did not know that I only had ninety-nine chances to give. I would be resigning the following week.

Sherry was ready to leave her billionaire husband's mansion. She was mad because his husband backed out on his words and didn't give her a divorce based on their agreement before their twins were born. Ready to leave, she showered her adorable twins with kisses and hugged them one last time, hoping that when they grew up, they wouldn't hate her for abandoning them. Her husband stood near the door; he declared, "If you leave this house today, you will never see the twins again." Distraught, she replied, "Take care of the twins for me." Sherry exited the room with tears falling on her cheeks. While descending the staircase, a nagging question was burning in her mind. Is it worth abandoning her twins just to be with the guy who can make her happy?

He doesn’t knock. He breaks the door down—and your back with it. In Nailed: Men In Heat, the men are ruthless, brutal, and always hard. They bend you over desks, shove you face-first into pillows, and split you open like they paid for the right. No sweet talk. No cuddling. Just cum, bruises, and the sound of skin slapping skin. You’ll gag. You’ll drool. You’ll beg. And he’ll just keep going. Spit-soaked. Ass-up. Throat-fucked. He’ll ruin your hole, coat your insides, and leave you leaking for days. If you’re not shaking by the end of the chapter? You’ll be begging for the next man to finish the job. These are raw, relentless, hole-filling fucks—and they always finish deep. One thrust and you’re addicted.

[ DARK ROMANCE 21+ ] "W-What are y-you doing here..." Her soft voice lets out in quiet shock. He enjoys that dulcet melody of her feminine voice, as he closed the door behind him, bolting it without looking away from her. Fearfully, her gaze trails behind him at the door before connecting with his again. She grows rapidly angered. "Get out of my room!!! How dare you?! Get out!!!" He suppresses the urge to chuckle at what he perceived as her adorable fury. Instead, he manages to grasp it with a deviant smirk. “Not unless I get what I want..doll face." "I'll scream!" She bellows, her hands clutching at the duvet around her. He strides forward and grabs the smartphone sitting atop the dresser in front of her bed. He easily slips it over the top of a high shelf, far from her petite reach. Then he turns to her and replies smoothly with a hint of derisiveness. "Scream all you like, princess...I've given the entire staff a day off.." She stares at him with the briefest of puzzled looks, and he finds her incredibly adorable in her contemplation. He felt his arousal increase and the next words fell huskily out of his mouth. "It's only you and I..ALONE.." Her innocent tourmaline eyes lock with his fervent sapphire ones. "W-What d-do you want ?" Her frightened voice barely above a whisper. His eyes rove over her figure in a degradingly suggestive manner. He provides a crude answer. "Why, of course to fūck you senseless, kitten." her face drains of color as she stares at him in repleted horror. He was unfazed by her stiffened posture and frightened expression. All he could do by his eyes was drink in her natural beauty like a man who'd gone days without water.