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Are you ready to find a new toy? Anna’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The image Mark had painted was undeniably potent, a dark, secret fantasy she hadn't even known she had. The thought of a woman's soft skin, her skilled tongue, was a powerful aphrodisiac. But the jealousy that followed was a bitter poison, burning in her gut.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . Writer's POV He's fixed eyes didn't leave her face, he stared at her keenly waiting for a reply which he wasn't getting. Shawna thought hard, what is that app used for? Goodness! She looked at the app again, more closely to see instagram written beneath it. "It's instagram an...an..." her mind flashed back to when she and Beatrice were checking out the apps in her formal phone. Then she remembered.

I took my phone out, staring down at a number I’ve always had but never rang, but I don’t think even he could fix this shit. I just needed to get everything I needed doing, done, before my time came to an end. For everyone. A/N: Due to GN app being under review, none of my books are showing on the app unless they are already in your library. You can however go to the website and search for my name or book and they will come up, which will then allow you to 'd******d to app' which will add the book to your library. ♡

before he leisurely brings the delicate porcelain cup to his lips, his actions imbued with a required grace. "Now," the slide transitions through a heart shape, screen minimising into bright red, paving the way for their second slide, a bright ivory, co-parenting the titles 'Myths' & 'Magic', "Allow me to introduce an extraordinary feature that has sprung forth from the fertile depths of our dreams," Ryan continues, "We propose the inception of a division anchored in the embrace of mythological narratives within our app's user base," Ethan's assistant's hands are dancing to their own beats, "This division would therefore cater to two distinct groups: those who seek love through the prism of

The reply speed was too slow. The assistant said, "Oh, Mr. Kingston, there are social media apps such as Whats app and I*******m to chat with!" "That's right, that's right, Mr. Kingston, and the things like F******k!" Anna, the intern who had just joined the company, also introduced, "Mr. Kingston, do you feel that it's too boring to be alone recently? And that's why you want to find a companion? I will recommend it to you. There are many social media apps now!"

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels, for more stories ! * * * * *

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

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The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.