Floating Shelf Bedside Table

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Claire nodded, then groaned as he withdrew his finger from her pulsing, aching sex. She heard him walk down the hallway, heard him open the drawer in the bedside table, heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, heard him approach her again. And that whole time, she stayed where she was: legs trembling and open, hands clenched into fists on the wall, heart pounding and pussy fluttering. Suddenly, he was on her, his cock nudging her from behind, his hands on her hips. Claire whimpered again, pushed back against him. **** John “Griff” Griffin lives by rules. Always has. From the Navy to the SEALs to his job as a bodyguard at Solid Security, control is survival. Protocol saves lives. Boundaries exist for a reason, especially during honeypot ops. Break the rules, and people get hurt. Griff knows that better than anyone. The problem is Claire Worthington. Claire is supposed to be a spoiled socialite hiding after a billion-dollar Ponzi scheme. A criminal. A mark. Instead, she’s living quietly in Denver: working, rebuilding, and starting over like she actually means it. She doesn’t look guilty. She looks… real. When Griff breaks every rule and falls for her, it feels like freedom. It’s also a lie. He’s hiding his name, his job, and the truth – that he was sent to get close and gather evidence. If Claire knew, would she forgive him? Should she? And if she really is guilty, will Griff turn her in… or protect the woman he loves, no matter the cost?

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

Before my parents died, they arranged for me to marry Alan Palmer, the powerful but impotent overlord of Northingdale. The day I received the engagement letter, strange floating messages appeared before my eyes. [Don't marry him. He can't have kids, and he's violent!] [If you go through with this, that freak will torture you to death. Run!] [Your childhood sweetheart is your true love. Run away with him!] My childhood sweetheart, Leon Wade, grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes with what seemed like deep affection. "Tiffany, let's run away together. Have your maid take your place and marry Alan. She knows you well. No one will notice." Fooled by the so-called love in his eyes and those floating messages, I chose to go with him in my past life. I could only watch as the maid stole my identity as the heiress of the Glissons, gave Alan a son, and walked away with hundreds of millions of dollars in fortune. In the end, Leon held her in his arms. He tied a huge stone to me, kicked me into the ocean, and said smugly, "From now on, she's Tiffany. As for you, rot at the bottom of the sea forever!" I watched as sharks slowly tore into my body, pain ripping through every inch of me, until only my bones sank into the dark water. After being reborn, I finally understood that those floating messages were fake. They were carefully planted traps designed by Leon. Now, facing him and his pleas for me to run away, I let out a cold laugh and ignored the floating messages. "I'm not some helpless maiden. I'm marrying Alan."

My dad is a fan of tough love parenting. When I was a kid, there was a time when I obtained full marks on two subjects. But he told me, "Your grades don't mean anything in life. If you were a true man, you'd leap down five floors without batting an eyelash." Some time later, I was awarded for my act of bravery. But Dad scoffed in my face. "Not even a hair is harmed on your head. Why should you be awarded anyway?" I thought Dad wanted me to go through more training in life. On Christmas Eve, he ditched me on a snowy mountain under the guise of wanting me to go through more training. He didn't give me a tent or a lighter. Later on, Dad even brags about his parenting method to his relatives and friends. "A real man should survive and thrive in a desperate situation! I told Julian that he can forget about being my son if he can't even make his way back to the summit!" But the red dot on the GPS tracker installed in his phone hasn't moved for the past three hours. The truth is, I've already frozen to death in the mountains. Trapped in my fist is a scrap of paper detailing the SOS number that Dad had torn apart earlier. Meanwhile, my soul is currently floating above the dining table while watching Dad brag about his tough love parenting.

Isabella Sinclair, a thirty-two-year-old billionaire heiress, dislikes men and never intended to get married. However, her convictions were put to the test when she had a one-night stand affair with a strange guy, Liam Blackwood. ********** Liam grabbed her wrist tightly and in a swift movement, he lifted her and dropped her on the bed. He pinned her hands on the bed with one hand, while the other hand slowly caressed her lower abdomen. A sudden gasp escaped Isabella’s lips as his gentle touch landed on her lower abdomen. He leaned into her and moved his lips near her ear. She flinched in fear. ‘Are you going to bite me like I did? Don’t be petty!’ she snapped sharply as Liam’s lips grazed her earlobe, his breath fanning against her skin. He chuckled slightly at Isabella’s outburst, and in an unexpected move, he flickered his tongue into her ear. She froze! She liked it and wanted him to do it again, but instead, he whispered, ‘Young lady, have you forgotten? No contact! Why do you keep throwing yourself at me, little girl!’ “What! ‘Little girl’? How dare he!” she screamed in her head, but in reality, she liked how possessive and dominant Liam is. He freed her, releasing his tight grip on her hands and jumped off the bed. He grabbed his car keys from the bedside table and walked towards the door. “Liam! The contract! Do you want me to change it? And by the way, this is your second night here, and you haven’t given me a foot massage yet,” Isabella called out as he placed his hands on the doorknob.

"Good girl, now, call me daddy!" He whispers; his voice sexy as . "Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat. "Louder!" He commands. "Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made. He my forehead and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair. He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He enticingly traps me, and he's poised and ready to take me once more. "We're going to go real, slow this time, Brie," he breathes. And slowly, he knocks on my sinful entrance of mahogany as he slowly pushes inside of me in ease into me until his length is fully buried in me. He was stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I complained again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. - Let's talk about the most powerful young bachelor, A business mogul of his time, Jonathan Christopher, De Leon. Combined, JACE DE LEON. After a failed attempt from high school, the courageous plus timid girl left him with a very challenging heart target hunt. A couple of years passed, his hunger for her supplemented after prowling her like what feels like forever, he yearns for her which leads to racing hormones and drifting dark desires of his very own Infatuations. How will the relationship between a powerful casanova and an elegant part-timer be restricted?

Hope wakes up in the hospital with amnesia, recalling nothing about the accident and her life prior. A man by her bedside introduces himself as Nikolai Alexeev, her brother. He owns many of the top most companies and properties in America. However, the business is a cover-up for the real business that takes place in the shadows. Their Mafia Empire. As Hope begins a new life with Nikolai as the mafia princess, layer upon layer of treachery and deceit unfold, until finally, a truth is revealed that, in the end, may very well prove more dangerous than all of their lies taken together.

Callie Ruiz never imagined she’d still be stuck at BuyMore after ten years—managing chaos, covering shifts, and shelving her dreams just to keep her family going. Then Eli shows up: clumsy, clueless, and clearly not cut out for retail. She figures he won’t last a week. What she doesn’t know? Eli is actually a billionaire tech CEO undercover, trying to fix the mess he made when he bought the struggling chain. As they work side by side through blackout shifts, awkward shelf restocks, and breakroom drama, something real begins to spark between them. But when Eli’s true identity is exposed in front of the whole store, Callie feels betrayed—and heartbroken.

นักดับเพลิงหญิงที่ผันตัวมาเป็นเจ้าของร้านอาหารแบบ Farm to Table ที่ลงมือทำเองทุกอย่างในโลกยุคปัจจุบัน จู่ๆ ก็ตื่นขึ้นมาพบว่าตัวเองกลายเป็นตัวประกอบหญิงในนิยายที่อ่านไปได้จนเกือบจบเรื่อง เธอกลายมาเป็นตัวละครที่ควรจะตายไปตั้งแต่บทแรก ‘เสิ่นลี่อิง’ คุณหนูที่ตายระหว่างเดินทางไปแต่งงานกับหนิงอ๋อง เจ้าของฉายาเทพสงครามแห่งแคว้นตู้ตัวร้ายของเรื่อง ทีแรกเธอต้องการจะใช้ชีวิตอย่างสงบสุขกลืนหายไปในเมืองเล็กๆ ที่ห่างไกลจากเมืองหลวงนี้ แต่เรื่องราวกลับไม่ง่ายเช่นนั้น เพราะเจ้าลูกชายในวัยเกือบสามหนาวของตัวร้ายดันมาสลบอยู่หลังบ้านเธอซะได้ เด็กคนนี้เป็นตัวแปรสำคัญที่ทำให้ตัวร้ายถลำลึก หากปล่อยไปให้อาจารย์ของพระเอกมาเจอและนำไปเลี้ยงดู แผนอันแยบยลที่บีบให้พ่อลูกต้องฆ่ากันจำต้องเกิดขึ้น เมื่อหนิงอ๋องได้รู้ว่าศัตรูที่ตนสังหารคือบุตรชายเพียงคนเดียว เมื่อนั้นสงครามที่ยาวนานก็ไม่อาจหลีกเลี่ยงได้ จากเทพสงครามที่น่ายำเกรงกลับกลายเป็นทรราชผู้ถูกเกลียดชัง ไม่ได้การล่ะ ถ้าสงครามเกิดขึ้นต่อให้เธอหลบไปอยู่ไกลปืนเที่ยงเพียงไหนก็คงไม่อาจรอดพ้นความเลวร้ายของสงครามได้ แม้จะยังไม่ได้กราบไหว้ฟ้าดินก็ขอทำหน้าที่แม่เลี้ยงเฉพาะกิจปกป้องดูแลเด็กคนนี้จนกว่าจะถึงเวลาที่สมควร