Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest Chapter 1

On the day Andrew Selwyn is elected as the pack's Beta, we promise to have our bonding ceremony a month later. Seven days away from the ceremony, he suddenly decides to pursue his first love, Lucy Grimm. He wants to make up for the time they had lost apart. If he gets back together with Lucy, he hopes I will give them my blessing. If he can't win her over, he'd let go of his obsession and return to complete the ceremony. He'd spend the rest of his life loving and protecting me. Gazing at his sincere expression, I smile and say, "Alright. As long as it makes you happy, I won't stop you." The moment he turns and leaves, I can no longer hold back my tears. All along, Andrew's heart belonged to someone else. Later, I contact my best friend, Selena Jones, through the mind link. "My bonding ceremony has been canceled," I say flatly, my voice thick with helplessness. "Didn't you want me to lead the research team at your institute out of town? I'll do it. When do we leave?"

จากหญิงสาวที่ยึดมั่นในรักเดียวยินยอมเป็นชายาอ๋องแม้จะได้เปนชายารอง แต่กลับถูกตอบแทนด้วยความตาย บัดนี้สวรรค์เข้าข้างให้มาเกิดใหม่ เสิ่นลู่ถิงตั้งมั่นที่จะขึ้นเป็นสนมของฮ่องเต้เพื่อแก้แค้นทุกคนแทน

“หยุดดิ้นเดี๋ยวนี้ไอรดา อย่ามาทำเป็นไร้เดียงสา คิดเหรอว่าผมโง่จนดูไม่ออกว่าคุณกำลังเสแสร้งแกล้งทำเป็นไม่ประสา เพราะยังไงผมก็ไม่เชื่อว่าผู้หญิงที่อยากได้สเปิร์มคนอื่นจนตัวสั่นอย่างคุณจะไม่สันทัดเรื่องพวกนี้ บางทีคุณอาจจะช่ำชองกว่าผมก็ได้ใครจะไปรู้ ทำไมไม่แสดงมันออกมาให้ผมดูล่ะ เผื่อว่าถ้าผมติดใจ อาจจะแบ่งสเปิร์มฝากไว้ในตัวคุณบ้างก็ได้” ใบหน้าแดงก่ำนัยน์ตาดุกร้าวของเขาบอกให้รู้ว่าตอนนี้เขากำลังไม่พอใจ ที่เธอพยายามดิ้นรนขัดขืน ทั้งที่ร่างกายของเธอกำลังตอบสนองต่อสัมผัสของเขา และมันยิ่งทำให้เขาขัดใจมากยิ่งขึ้นเมื่อคิดว่าเธอเคยพลีกายให้ชายอื่นครอบครองมาแล้วนับครั้งไม่ถ้วน

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.

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.

“Spread your legs wider. Let me see how wet you are for someone you’re supposed to hate.” One hundred nights. One hundred different men who know exactly how to ruin you. This isn’t romance. This isn’t love. This is the kind of filthy, depraved shit you think about when you’re alone with your hand between your legs and nobody’s watching. Stepbrothers who corner you in the shower. Priests who bend you over the altar. Mafia dons who take what they want and leave you begging for more. The coach who swore he’d never touch you - until he did. Every forbidden scenario you’ve ever fantasized about, raw and unapologetic. No soft touches. No gentle whispers. Just rough hands, dirty words, and the kind of orgasms that leave you shaking. Fair warning: This collection doesn’t hold back. Choking. Spanking. Public degradation. Forced orgasms. Breeding kinks. If you need your erotica sweet and romantic, this isn’t it. But if you want to be fucked six ways from Sunday by men who don’t ask permission - they take it… Pick a night. Any night. You won’t be the same when it’s over.

18+ Explicit Content | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised | Steamy Passion Ahead. Content Warnings: This collection contains intense sexual content, endless fucking, where pain becomes pleasure and torture leads to orgasms. Everything here is unholy, the characters are broken and desperate for pleasure, the languages are explicit and the scenes are rough. If you're not familiar with dark, taboo-ish, forbidden, sexual stories, then this book isn't for you. 100 Shades of Spice is a wicked collection of erotic stories where there are no rules or boundaries to follow. Enter a world where innocence is corrupted, temptation is law, and the forbidden feels far too pleasurable to resist. From off-limits sadistic bosses to one-night-stand turned rivals, and everything taboo in between, these stories aren’t just dirty… They're deliciously dangerous. You’ll blush. You’ll squirm. You'll wish for more. And you’ll come back for more. Welcome to the fantasies you were never meant to have. Because now you do.

They say that the deepest cuts come from the ones you hold closest to your heart. But I never expected my husband to be the one holding the knife while another woman twisted it in deeper.... My name is Ariana Carter. I am deeply in love with my husband Misha, and we have the perfect marriage. Scratch that, HAD the perfect marriage, or so I thought until he changed. His lies and betrayal broke me. Until I woke up. Now it's time for me to retake everything I lost--my life, my career, my family, and my dignity. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

A Romance Novel Warning! Only Adults Read! Rated M 21+ ____ Kecelakaan kecil yang dialami Dealova Angela -Si aktris ternama- dalam sesi pemotretan dengan Si Tuan Arogan, Galantara Putra Dinata, membawanya dalam suatu masalah yang besar. Dealova terpaksa menerima konsekuensinya jika tak ingin karirnya hancur. Lantas ia harus menerima kontrak rahasia di bawah tekanan CEO muda itu. Apakah isi kontrak tersebut? Dan apakah Dealova dapat terlepas dari perangkap dan jerat 100 hari yang telah dibuat Galantara? Atau Galantara sendiri yang terjebak dalam permainannya?

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.