Fanart Novels & Stories

I said as I knelt next to them "No! no, don’t give them, they already ate two pieces each in the morning" "They did, but they just said you didn’t give them any" "My children are drama queens, most especially Hadi, she uses her cuteness as an advantage" I let out a short laugh "Like mother like daughter " I whispered "Mommy just one piece please" Hadi pouted "You see what I’m talking about, cuteness advantage" Aya laughed "Come on, just one piece won’t hurt,” I said before I opened the box and gave them a piece of doughnut each

“What about that one? It doesn’t even look like a diamond.” “That one is sixty thousand,” she says evenly. “Sixty thousand?!” Adam practically yells, his voice echoing off the pristine walls. “For what? It doesn’t even sparkle like the others!” “It’s a different cut, sir. All our rings are high-quality pieces.” Adam huffs, muttering something under his breath about everything in this damned hotel being overpriced. He straightens and leans closer to the counter, his frustration clear. “Which one of these rings isn’t going to bankrupt me?”

Catherine POV Chapter 1 I leaned closer to the webcam, feeling the cool air from the fan brush against my skin as I adjusted the black leather collar around my neck, making sure it sat just right, tight enough to feel the pressure but not so much that it restricted my breathing completely. The room around me was quiet except for the low hum of my laptop and the occasional ping of notifications, the dim light from the ring light casting shadows on my walls covered in posters and scattered clothes. On the screen, the chat was alive with messages scrolling up fast, viewers typing out their demands and compliments, sending virtual hearts and tipping generously every time I moved in a way that pl

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“Kindly put that shirt back on. This is not a strip show.” Brad ignored her and moved towards Jaxon. “Hey buddy,” Jaxon said, doing a bro handshake with him. The door sprang open, and Xander lurched from where he was at the abruptness. His jaw slackened, and his eyes bulged as he saw what they were against. “Holy crap!" He cussed. “Don't worry; far worse is coming.” Jaxon chuckled. “That is so encouraging,g,” Xander murmured sarcastically. “Do you still want to fight?" Sparkles asked, not taking her eyes off the approaching girl about her age.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Lucas stated calmly. “That makes me your father too. You should start getting used to calling us Mom and Dad.” Pete instantly blushed in embarrassment. “Oh my God… the famous cold and fierce Pete Santana is blushing,” Cassey exclaimed dramatically, making Pete even more flustered. “You’re making him uncomfortable, Cassey,” Park warned while glaring at his sister. Cassey simply rolled her eyes before linking her arm around Darvid’s waist. At that moment, the public relations officer entered the room.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

I said " fine, that's cool but I hope you don't mind me telling her everything" he threatened "fuck you john" I cursed " I will take that as a deal" he said "48 hours from now, I will be expecting your call, 48 hours to decide Angelina, just 48 hours girl. I hope you make good use of your time", he said before leaving the restaurant.