Fairy Tail: 100 Year Quest 1

"I saved you, and now you have to repay me." He bent down, stroking my cheek in slow motion, his face mere inches from mine. It was so damn close that I could feel his warm breath brushing against my flesh. "Repay you? H-how?" I managed to breathe out. "Marry me," Luxian's hand gently brushed her chin. His eyes locked into mine with a softness I didn't expect as he pushed back a few strands behind my ear. "And take this damned curse away from me...." he said firmly. *** Things can't seem to get any worse for Summer, branded as a lunatic, barren, and stabbed in the back by her husband, Rhys Glomarian, and stepsister, Virginia Paraguz. She loses it all in one day. *** It was Rhys' birthday, and he announced to everyone that Virginia was his fated mate and was expecting Rhys' pups. Three years of a nightmare marriage was enough for her. Summer decided to rescue herself from that hellhole, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. None of the guests that night were moved to save her despite her disheveled and scarred condition. They even looked at her with disgust and mockery. But just when she was beginning to lose hope, an unexpected savior appeared – a cursed Alpha, dreaded by all for his ruthlessness. Still, he is the wealthiest and the most powerful of all, Alpha Luxian Alderon. That night, he arrived to rescue Summer from Rhys' grasp and claim her as his fate mate. But her joy in escaping Rhys is cut short when she learns that Luxian comes with a deadly curse for anyone who becomes his mate.

I was beginning to shed tears, couldn't wait any longer. "All the time I cry just because of you, and it doesn't touch you, you don't love me!" I said wiping off my tears with my hands. He took a sip from his glass cup. "You're mine, so it's your body. Why do you resist? Until then, a man has needs" He said confidently. "Because…" I was going to let it all out, tell him what a jerk he is, but I couldn't, he wasn't one to be messed with. Matt hated being disrespected or intimidated in anyway. "You know what… " I sobbed, Cleared my face "I would rather give another man my body!" "I would kill any man that touches you" he said with a light smile. "You wouldn't give me happiness, and you don't want me to get happiness from somewhere else, what kind of a man are you?" "No, Arianne, don't you dare question my authority." I ignored his words. "I'm a woman, I have needs too." "Come live with me, but you won't. I will make you a queen, give you all you want and—" "You mean make me your sex slave?" ....

In one dry empire a true love blooms with much care . Seilin never thought she would be the one to nourish it though . But when that flower was facing a storm , it finally grew into a tree with fruits ! Will she be able to protect her love , and live the life she wanted? What will she do when she is betrayed by her trusted one ? Stay tuned to know .....

A Filthy One-Shot Collection One hundred nights. One hundred different ways to break every rule you were ever taught. Inside these pages, innocent brats become dripping, begging sluts for the one man they’re never supposed to want: the stepbrother who bets he can ruin her, the mafia don who claims her virginity as payment, the priest who bends her over the altar after confession, the professor who locks the lecture hall and teaches her what an A really costs. They hate them. They crave them. They spread wide and take every thick, forbidden inch anyway. Stepfathers, stepbrothers, best friend’s dads, rival gang leaders, werewolf alphas, demon summoners, and the coach who said “no dating players” while he’s balls-deep in the cheerleader he swore he’d never touch. Rough breeding, brutal spankings, choking, spitting, tears, squirting, double penetration, public degradation, and cum so filthy it leaks for days. No feelings. No apologies. Just one hundred nights of raw, ruthless, unapologetic sin, where “no” turns into “harder” and “please stop” becomes “don’t you fucking dare.” Open the book. Pick a night. You won’t walk straight when it’s over.

Mula sa pinakatatagong mundo nagmumula ang pag-ibig sa gitna ng digmaan at labanan. Sa gitna ng lahat ng sakit at balakid, mananaig pa kaya ang pag-ibig na nakalaan para sa kanila kung ang buong katotohanan ay hindi dapat mangyari at susundin ng kanilang mga puso na sila ay nagkakaisa at mas piniling burahin ang markang nagbuklod sa kanilang dalawa? Binalot ng sumpa at paghihiganti ang pusong puno ng pagmamahal. Maibabalik pa ba ang pag-ibig kapag nasunog at nadurog na ng nakaraan dahil sa isang malagim na pangyayaring naghiwalay sa kanilang dalawa? _____ "I, Alpha Sortitus Breackorn, of the Breackorn 'Black' Pack, reject you, Clavem Whitestern of the Breackorn Pack, as my mate." "I accept your rejection." Under the white moon in the woods, I run in wolf form. The wolf inside me is whining and uttering All the grievances I have in my heart, I shout, even though the whole surrounding area is covered with light because of the white rays coming from the moon. "I hate everything that happens to me, but I'm not regretting loving him, but he is not destined to love me back. Dearest Luna Goddess, why are you making me suffer like this? Did I do something to trigger your hatred and put me into a curse and be the mistress of my own mate?!"

เธอคือครูสาวบรรจุใหม่ ส่วนนักการวัยคราวพ่อจะเข้าถึงเธอได้อย่างไร ต้องไปติดตาม

เมื่อรักครั้งแรกมัน ก็ยังหวังกับรักครั้งใหม่ เป็นผู้ชายลูกติดแล้วผิดตรงไหน?

รับส่งขึ้นสวรรค์ทั่วทุก ‘ซอย’ โดยเฉพาะ ‘ซอยถี่ๆ ซอยลึกๆ’ ผมยิ่งชอบ ‘ซอยตัน’ วิ่งไปชนจึ๊กๆ ผมก็รับนะครับ สนใจใช้บริการนี่นามบัตรผม กด 6969 เรียก ‘ผัวเบอร์ 1’ รับประกันส่งถึงสวรรค์ไม่มีหยุด สะดุด ให้เสียเซลฟ์

In a struggling life of an 22-year-old Priscilla faces the unimaginable: her younger sister, Presley, is in critical condition, battling a rare illness that their family can’t afford to treat. Desperate to save her sister, Priscilla encounters Atlas Ximon Lazaro or also known as AXL, a wealthy and enigmatic businessman who offers financial help. However, his assistance comes with a shocking condition—Priscill must agree to a contract that binds her to him for 100 days. Initially believing this is a straightforward arrangement to secure her sister’s medical treatment, Priscilla soon discovers that Axl's intentions are far more complicated. As the days pass, Priscilla begins to unravel a web of secrets tied to her family’s past and Axl’s true motives. What she thought was a lifeline turns into a perilous game where trust is scarce, and every revelation threatens to destroy her world. Caught between her sister's fragile health and Axl's hidden agenda, Priscilla must navigate a treacherous path. Will she uncover the truth in time to save her sister, or will the darkness of Axl's plan consume them all? As the countdown to the end of their contract approaches, Priscilla realizes that she has another problem: her heart and mind were fighting if she will forget Axl or the fact that Axl has also captured her heart? CONTRACT : 100 DAYS WITH THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE.

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.