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Bunda Zayna, perempuan asal Parepare, Sulawesi Selatan, adalah seorang trader saham sekaligus konten kreator edukasi finansial yang dikenal cerdas dan berintegritas. Dari ruang kerjanya yang sederhana, ia membangun reputasi melalui analisis yang tajam dan sikap profesional. Di rumah, ia adalah ibu bagi Ana dan Ziyan, serta istri yang menjaga keharmonisan keluarganya dengan penuh kesetiaan. Tanpa pernah ia sadari, video-videonya ditonton oleh Karim—miliarder berdarah Turki-Bandung, pemilik kerajaan bisnis real estate, resort, dan tambang energi terbarukan. Di tengah ekspansi bisnisnya ke Indonesia dengan Bandung sebagai pusat operasional, Karim diam-diam mengagumi kecerdasan dan keteguhan prinsip Bunda Zayna. Pertemuan mereka terjadi melalui kerja sama investasi di Makassar. Karim menunjuk Bunda Zayna sebagai pengelola portofolio pribadinya. Namun ketika ia melihat langsung keharmonisan keluarga perempuan itu, hatinya goyah. Untuk pertama kalinya, Karim merasakan cinta yang tak bisa ia miliki. Ia berusaha mengikhlaskan. Di tengah pergulatan batin, Karim menyadari dirinya telah lama jauh dari Tuhan. Cinta yang mustahil itu justru membawanya kembali pada sholat dan doa. Orang tuanya, yang memahami perubahan itu, berusaha menjaga agar Karim tidak tenggelam terlalu dalam pada perasaan yang semu. Namun ujian sesungguhnya datang dari dunia investasi. Manuver bisnis yang kejam menyeret nama Bunda Zayna dalam isu manipulasi pasar, mengancam reputasinya. Karim harus memilih: menggunakan kekuasaannya untuk melindungi perempuan yang ia cintai, atau mundur demi menjaga kehormatan dan batas yang tak boleh dilanggar. Investor Asing adalah kisah tentang cinta yang hadir di waktu yang salah, tentang iman yang kembali tumbuh, dan tentang kesetiaan yang menjadi investasi paling berharga dalam kehidupan.

The Elf King Aelfred has been waiting for his mate for centuries, he has found her in the womb of Queen Stella Adalwülf, and he has swore to protect her with his life. After the great war, that destroyed the drakness and crowned Lycan King Romeo Adalwülf and Queen Stella as the king of all realms, King Aelfred was forced to wait. Wait for his mate to be born, wait for her to be of age. Despite having to follow certan rules, the mate bond was stonger than what he thought, and he manged to show his mate, Princess Sotrmee Adalwülf, how much he loved her. Stomree Adalwüulf the young princess, was strong, smeart and well prepared, but nothing could have had prepared her for what life had in store for her. The challenge to rule over a completely different realm, with different rules and traditions. The challenge to tame a king that was set on his way, even when they were not the best ones, and the challenge of being accepted by the people she will swear to protect. Despite her youth and beauty, she is what the Elven realm most desperatey needed. Would all the trails bring them together? Will the love of the king and queen will prevail against all the adversities they will face? or will her path through the Elven realm break her? Would they be able to Break that Storm?

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his cock—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he fucks my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but fuck, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and cum, red rooms equipped for flogging, bondage, edging, and total power exchange. Expect graphic, immersive scenes of throat-fucking, ass-pounding, breeding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.

Temptation slips past every boundary and takes what it wants. What looks controlled, familiar, and respectable on the surface is only a mask. Beneath it, hearts are pulled toward desires they should never indulge—Dangerous. Intoxicating. Forbidden. Inside this collection, you will find stories like these: A lonely wife slipping into the arms of the one man she was never meant to touch… her bodyguard. A woman drawn to her husband’s brother, a quiet, brooding presence who has always wanted her too much. A young female employee unraveled by her CEO A student entangled in a consuming attraction with a professor twice her age And many more tales where lines are crossed and dangerous obsessions shimmers Every story is a sin. Beautiful. Addictive, and impossible to forget. Several forbidden passions. One unforgettable collection. Indulge… if you dare.

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

I'm a dreamer.... I have been dreaming about my best friend for as long as I can remember..... A first kiss has been saved for him.... Now I am 21 years old with secrets and a fake world around me. Can I keep it all from crumbling down? Can I keep the past where it belongs?

After returning from studying abroad, I prepared to honor my childhood betrothal. But on the very day I went to pick up my wedding gown, I saw my million-dollar couture dress worn by a poverty-stricken girl whom my fiancé had been secretly supporting. When I demanded the gown back, I was scolded as a homewrecker and mocked as a loveless hag. My fiancé excused her, saying the girl had never seen the world, and I should be more accommodating. Well, I've always loved charity. If giving away a million-dollar dress counts as charity, then fine—I'll even let go of the engagement, too. But let it be known: not just anyone can be engaged to the Vance heiress.

On the day that I returned to the country, Lola Lawson, the one who was once the love of my life for ten years, sent me a picture of a baby. She told me to think of a name and meet her at the city hall to register the baby, as she had prepared a welcome-home gift for me. So, I rushed over with bags full of baby supplies. But when I arrived, she and her girlfriends were bent over with ridicule and laughter. "I told you! Even though he was gone for a year, he's still a loyal lapdog! Just a wave of my hand and he'd even be willing to raise someone else's kid for me!" She sized me up with mocking amusement. "Kevin Sheraton. How could you still be this naive? Just one joke and you come running?" They laughed without any restraint, calling me names and hurling insults, saying I'd do anything for Lola. But when I walked past them and took a number to register my own child's birth, and later wrapped my arm around my wife as the three of us took a family portrait, Lola's eyes were completely reddened with tears.

Sarah Benson has spent her life surviving. Orphaned young and raising her son, Tommy, alone, she knows hardship intimately. But nothing could prepare her for the day her world turns upside down Tommy is diagnosed with leukemia, and the only person who could save him is a man from her past, a man who took her innocence without consent years ago. Haunted by painful memories and desperate to save her child, Sarah embarks on a journey to find James Savaldor, the father she never wanted to meet again. As fate forces their paths to cross, secrets unravel, hearts collide, and both must confront a past that refuses to stay buried. In a story of love, redemption, and unwavering maternal courage, Sarah and James must navigate guilt, desire, and the lengths one will go to protect the ones they love. But can a fractured past ever truly give way to a future together?