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I picked up the pen again and scrawled furiously: “I will write this all down. Every messy, chaotic, stupid, wonderful thing. Every kiss, every curse, every goddamn feeling that makes me think I’ve gone insane. Roman will be immortalized as… the man who broke me and made me beg for it. And the title? I will figure it out. Maybe: ‘Chosen by Chaos.’ Or maybe… ‘My Billionaire, My Disaster.’ Hah! Perfect. Or not. Definitely needs work.” I laughed at myself, a breathless, hysterical sound that made Dorsey snort again. Soup sloshed slightly. I ignored it, scribbling more.

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

"What is your first name? If I may ask. ¨My name is Lara, Doctor" "Beautiful name, Lara....so what can I do for you today?" "Well....i...i keep having these strange dreams and....i have a feeling that somebody's watching me with bad intent!....my boyfriend thinks I'm crazy....i don't know what to do anymore Doctor, i can't sleep anymore....i...i need help, I NEED YOU!" She says with a cute lttle pout. Dear Lord....now what?

-I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER - ENDLESSLY MINE - INFINITELY OURS -WHEN YOU LEAVE YOPUR HEART BEHIND .... so far there are still more to be uploaded. ***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY)

“The older ones have their own fan fiction.” “Fan… what?” I said. “Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly. Rowan grabbed the pages and flipped to the back. In uneven letters, a title sprawled across the top: LEGENDS OF THE KERSED LOONA. “The cursed Luna,” I corrected gently. “U, not O.” “I like it with the O,” Rowan said. “It sounds like ‘Loony.’” “Accurate,” Naomi muttered. I tapped the page. “What else does it say about me?” I asked, steeling myself.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

Beneath the unfinished HERE LIES line, smaller text glowed into being, as if responding to the brush of my breath on the stone. Titles. In a neat column, each one is separated by a tiny, blood‑red dot. “Salt & Silence.” “Ghosts in the Vents.” “Grin Wiring.” “The Bone City.” “Housekeeping for the Damned.” “Untitled Train Thing.” “Dead Girls Don’t Trend.” “Threadcount.” Some had skull icons next to them, jagged and final. Some had hourglasses, half‑full, sand frozen mid‑fall. One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead.