Romans & histoires Eat Sign Language

At midnight, I accidentally stumble upon the boss' daughter, Julianne Carter, pleasuring herself in the dimly-lit adult store. Her eyes are blindfolded, and her legs are spread on a special chair, where they are propped up on the arms. At the moment, she's cruising through the waves of pleasure uncontrollably. But when the chair malfunctions, Julianne is unable to free herself from the restraints no matter how hard she tries. That's when she starts calling for help. "Please… Please help me…" But I crouch down instead, allowing my fingers to glide across her thighs, past her calves, and back to her inner thighs. "Don't move. This chair's mechanisms are very complex. I need to study them thoroughly and slowly." "P-Please… hurry up…" I watch as Julianne's expression shifts from embarrassment to yearning. She finally stops struggling against the restraints when she breaks down from all the overwhelming sensations. "Give it to me… Please give everything to me…" Just as I'm about to yield, I hear the sounds of the boss, George Carter, opening the door coming from the outside. So, I quickly wheel Julianne into a nearby storeroom. That's where I see hyper-realistic molds that look exactly like Julianne.

[MATURE CONTENT R18] "I'll f*** you so hard that you'll forget all about him" Natalia has been desiring her stepfather for the longest time after her mother passed away. Suddenly, her stepfather becomes engaged to another woman while his younger brother found out about Natalia's secret... Trying to keep her affair with her step cousin a secret from her passionate bodyguard. "I no longer want to be forgotten. I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll forget all about my brother." - Edward "We've always been together so I never told you this...I love you" - Zak "I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine. Please wait just a little longer" - Lucien "I'll always protect you...even from your own self" - Reiner **This story does NOT contain incest. All male love interests are NOT blood-related to the female protagonist** Note: I own the right to the cover photo. Please do not copy without written consent.

“Do not let her touch you ever again.” “Why not? She’s my…girlfriend. You’re just my sneaky link cellie.” The rage in Jordan’s eyes is volcanic and terrifying. He takes a step closer, voice dropping to a threat disguised as a promise. “Try me, Preppy… and I swear I’ll kiss you in front of every guard, every inmate, every pair of judging eyes in this hellhole. Then we'll see who you truly belong to.” Quincy Laurent—alias, richie rich—had the kind of life people envy. He's got a future paved in gold. One mistake shattered it all. Now he’s Blackbridge’s prettiest, trapped in the same cell with Blackbridge's most chaotic, Jordan Vex. Jordan is everything Quincy is not. inked, dangerous, magnetic, a walking storm with eyes that see right through the armor Quincy didn’t know he still had. They clash instantly. Quincy hates the chaos Jordan embodies… and hates even more how drawn he is to it. While the prison changes him, Jordan ruins him. And the desire he believes is a fantasy is tested when he finally learns who Jordan is.

My body drifted in the river for five years before a fishing enthusiast reeled it in. Even though the forensic pathologist managed to reconstruct my face from when I was alive through craniofacial reconstruction technology, the hatred my brother had for me remained as strong as ever. "That better be her body! She has been on the run for five years! Even in death, she doesn't deserve pity! In fact, it simply is a disgrace to have a murderer like her as the daughter of the Clarke family!" he hissed. Everyone thought he despised me with every fiber of his being. Yet, as he spoke, his entire body trembled. Who would have guessed that the distress call I made to him five years ago would end up becoming the main factor that hastened my death?

He shoved an ice cube in my pussy and instead of being ashamed I enjoyed it, it relieved my throbbing and sore pussy. Am I a whore, he calls me that every time he sees me being f**ked by other men but he likes it. Am I a bad person for wanting to be f**ked and manhandled by my three step brothers?

Three years after I died, my mother sent me twenty dollars for living expenses. Three years before that—the first time I ever asked my family for money—she said to me, offhand, "Sometimes I think you're just putting on an act. What's so unsanitary about a thirty-cent boxed meal? And why can't you wear a five-dollar down jacket? Face it, you're just more high-maintenance than your little brother." Later, when I needed twenty dollars to buy some cheap medicine for my stomachache, she blocked me immediately and cut off all contact—along with every relative we had. "Don't contact me anymore. I'm clearly not a good mother. I can't afford to give my son a life of luxury." But for my younger brother, who had just started high school, she spared no expense—renting him a three-bedroom apartment. Even the family dog got its own room. In the end, on the day my brother became the top scorer in the state, she finally remembered me. She took me off her block list and transferred twenty dollars. "It's only twenty dollars. Was it really worth giving your family the silent treatment for three whole years?" What she never knew was this— On the night my stomach ruptured, three years ago, I had already died. I couldn't afford to go to the hospital. I froze to death in the snow.

"You aren't a wife, Adeline; you're just a pawned trinket your father sold to me to settle a debt he couldn't afford. So, just fucking sign this divorce paper!" To Rogue Sterling—the ruthless billionaire CEO—Adeline Marcus was nothing more than a contract he never wanted. For two years, she endured humiliation, betrayal, and the cruel indifference of the man she loved even after he announced that he impregnated his beloved ex and forced her to sign the divorce paper…pregnant she chose to leave... until a tragic plane crash took her from the world. The elites mourned. Rogue celebrated—with his pregnant mistress on his arm. But death can be a powerful disguise. Years later, she returns. A new name. A hidden heiress. Untouchable. Cold. Dangerous. And Rogue Sterling? The moment he sees her, regret crashes through him like a storm. The wife he abandoned is alive… and more powerful than he ever imagined. This time, she won’t beg for love. She won’t forgive. She’ll take everything—and he’ll realize too late what he lost.

My husband, Hudson Lynwood, falls in love with my best friend, Quincey Stryker, after a heart transplant. It's all because her boyfriend, Maverick Goldstein, was the one who donated his heart. Hudson insists he's Maverick. I do everything I can to win him back; I want my Hudson to come back. It’s not until the real Maverick shows up and tells me a cruel truth: "Quincey and Hudson have been lying to you all along." It turns out this is all just an elaborately laid out plan.

I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"