F Scott Fitzgerald Benjamin Button

Jill Buenaventura is the typical rebel rich girl who gets whatever she wants from her mother to avoid any scandal that might taint the reputation of their business empire-a multinational mining corporation. What Jill wants, Jill gets but Trevor Scott has always been an exception. He loves someone else he could never have. In a bid to his heart, Jill goes on a dangerous mission. She offered her power, money, and influence to Trevor hoping she could change his heart and love her instead but to no avail. When a good-for-nothing relationship is all he could give to her, will it still be enough for her to stay? When everything is falling in the right place including Trevor's dream girl, will Jill be finally able to let go?

Ashish Vandross was dubbed the F*ck Boy and Great Playboy in the Desire Island, all the women were able to fantasize about him, because of his inherent Intelligence, elegance, strong s*x appeal, shed panty and one of the rich in Desire Island. So call him Ashish Vandross is Ashish The FP or F*cker ft Playboy. One night of mistakes ended with Ashish being a f*ck boy. From that night Ashish could not move another woman again his c*ck did not live and when he remembered the woman between them it lived voluntarily and because his body was always looking for the warmth of the woman, he did not know. A woman goes crazy and at the same time transforms into an Ashish at the same time as he discovers the woman's persona the secret will be revealed that will destroy their formed relationship, and cause him to hate the woman. "I'm Obsessed to her, Obsessed to her Scent, Obsessed to her Sinful Lips, Obsessed to her presence, Obsessed to own her, Fuck her, She's my Obsession. " -Ashish Abishek Vandross

Als ich zehn war, rettete mir Jonathan Cooper das Leben und sagte mir, er würde mich ein Leben lang beschützen. Als ich fünfzehn war, lernte ich William Reed kennen. Auch er sagte mir, er würde mich für immer beschützen. Doch in dem Jahr, in dem ich dreiundzwanzig wurde, warfen mich genau diese beiden Männer, die geschworen hatten, mich stets in Sicherheit zu halten, um ihrer wahren Liebe willen ins Meer.

Pendant dix ans, j'ai accompagné Félix jusqu'au sommet du pouvoir des mafias, devenant la femme en qui il avait le plus confiance. Mais en se cachant de moi, il a nommé une île par le nom de ma meilleure amie, Liliane. Même si c'était l'île que nous avions conquise ensemble grâce à nos sacrifices. Pourquoi ? Parce que Liliane, atteinte d'une maladie incurable, avait pour dernier vœu d'épouser mon petit ami sur une île portant son nom. Félix a tout fait pour me cacher la vérité, interdisant à quiconque de m'en parler. Mais ce qu'il ignorait, c'est que Liliane m'a tout transmis en direct, me faisant assister à la cérémonie de leur mariage. Ce soir-là, j'ai pleuré jusqu'à perdre connaissance. Et Félix ? Il a passé la nuit sur l'île avec Liliane. J'ai eu une crise cardiaque, étendue dans une mare de sang, ayant du mal à respirer. Pendant ce temps, Félix était à l'hôpital avec Liliane. Cinq jours plus tard, j'ai accepté la demande en mariage de Nolan, l'homme le plus puissant des mafias.

In New York’s underbelly, secrets are currency, and spending them can cost your life. Oliver Blaese is a brilliant British hacker with a talent for blackmail and a magnetic pull toward trouble. When a routine job exposes a powerful politician’s murderous secrets, a single power failure leaves Oliver’s identity exposed. Now he’s the target, and desperately in need of a shield. Kirill Nikolaev runs a club built on chrome, loyalty, and very expensive body counts. Russian. Ruthless. Untouchable. He doesn’t babysit reckless hackers, and he definitely doesn’t let chaos move into his penthouse. But the money is good. The job should be easy. Keep Oliver alive. Eliminate the threat. Except Oliver is all sharp smiles and filthy wit, a chaos monkey who presses every button Kir has. Trapped in the same space, hatred mutates into something hotter. Oil and flame. Threats that sound like foreplay. Stares that feel like impact. Kir understands dominance, violence and control. He does not understand why the golden, sharp-tongued hacker makes him question everything he’s ever believed about himself. As danger closes in and a secret affair ignites, obsession begins to twist into devotion. What starts as hate-fueled heat becomes a dark romance built on chosen loyalty. In a landscape built on secrets and body counts, love isn’t tender. It’s territorial. It’s volatile. And it demands blood in return.

“Hello Betty, you look beautiful! Are you interested in a date with me?” “Off course handsome, just give me the address and I will be there” The first time David Scott met Betty Gravy, he almost ran her over and he wanted to pay her but she threw the cash on his face. The second time she turned out to be his blind date, she couldn’t resist his advances and she ended up kissing him. As if it wasn’t enough, the third time she became his unexpected wife who he had vowed to punish for humiliating him. The only thing he wanted from her is for Betty to divorce him and on the other hand she only wanted David to love her.

Ich war ein Mädchen aus dem Slum, das sich in Damon Vitale verliebte – den gefürchtetsten Don von New York. Fünf Jahre lang gehörte ich ihm. Neun Kugeln fing ich für ihn ab. Er küsste meine Narben, während ich für ihn verblutete. Hielt mich fest. Legte mir die Königinnenkette um den Hals. Und sobald ich geheilt war, vögelte er mich um den Verstand – mit einer Leidenschaft, die sich anfühlte wie für immer. Ich dachte, wir würden unser Leben miteinander verbringen. Ich dachte, er würde mich heiraten. Doch in unserer 999. gemeinsamen Nacht eröffnete er mir, dass er verlobt sei. Mit Bianca, einer Mafiaprinzessin aus einer Rivalenfamilie. Ich schluckte meine Tränen hinunter. Er packte nur mein Kinn, blies mir Rauch ins Gesicht und lachte. „Du hast doch nicht wirklich geglaubt, du könntest mich heiraten, oder, Nora? Lass uns eines klarstellen: Wir ficken. Das ist alles. Du bist keine Partnerin. Du bist ein Kunstwerk, das ich sammle. Ein Haustier, das mir gehört.“ Ein Haustier. Mehr wollte er nie aus mir machen. Stattdessen griff ich nach einem Wegwerfhandy. [Ich nehme dein Angebot an. Drei Tage. Hol mich verdammt nochmal aus New York raus.]

Don't open if you're not ready to let your mind go wild. Strictly for mature readers only. Contains raw, explicit contents. ——— “Arggh.” I moaned, my body on fire. “Please f*ck me hard, faster.” My mouth wouldn't keep silent as he kept thrusting his d!ck in and out of my wet pvssy. How had I hated this man all these years? Gosh. I felt like apologizing for all the hard feelings I had harbored against him for many years. He had stolen my father’s company, burnt down our houses. I was driven by revenge, became a prosecutor to destroy him but I ended getting f*cked by him and the funny part, I love it! He took me to the moon and back. Was it how he skillfully fondled my nipples? I gasped for air. “I’m digging my cock into your hoe and I’ll dig it hard. Will you keep hunting me?” he muttered, his tone hoarse as he keep on riding my dripping pvssy. “No daddy. I'll become your s*x toy. F*ck my pvssy. F*ck me harder, take me whole, take me completely.” my lips trembled as I kept confessing. My head clouded with the pleasure he was pouring into my body. I had never had s*x this good. A d!ck this muscled and sweet had never visited my pvssy. I'd gladly become his doggg “Argggh. Please don't stop! Harder. Zzzzhh. Ahhhh. Argggh” I couldn't stop moaning.

On the day of my wedding, I was stabbed, left to die... and forgotten. While I bled in my wedding dress, my fiancé married my sister. And my adoptive family, the people who I thought loved me never even looked for me. They all moved on like I never existed. I thought my world had ended. But I refused to stay a victim. Benjamin Grey, CEO of Grey Global found me, saved me, and helped me rise again. When I thought I would get my revenge, I found out that my biological mother who had been missing for fifteen years was alive, and held captive by my adoptive parents. The more I try to find peace, the more trouble comes in. And I wished I had died that day. Maybe death would've been easier than living with everything I now know. Maybe I won't have to face all these traumas. But life had other plans.

I was dancing in my bedroom when the door open by Dominic and suddenly the music stopped I turned around and smiled shyly "Is there a problem Mr. Russo ? " yes there is a problem, your shaking your ass when you be should be paying attention to my daughter " I hanged my head in embarrassment as he stared down at me " I'm sorry Mr. Russo but Emily is asleep and I got caught up in the music while I was studying. How stupid of me I should have locked the door properly "Its ok but to make it up to me I want you to do that same dance you were doing" what? did he just ask me to dance for him. "Ok" I pressed the play button on the the laptop, I started to dance then it and the music stopped again. "No no I want you to dance you to dance on me" I was shocked, did my boss/ Mafia king asked me to dance on him. "Ook" He walked over to the chair and sat down I started the music again before walking towards him and climbed over him. Before I could start he grabbed my hips and pulled down so I was sitting on his lap. "Start" He demanded. I then started grinding on him slowly moving my hips to the beat, I sudden felt him getting hard as it poked my heat. "Your playing a dangerous game Mr. Russo" I said as I danced on him.