Foot Binding Smell Novels & Stories

After their biological son returned, my parents sent me away to Exile Island. Once one set foot on that island, one would become prey for the wealthy. Yet, they ignored my pleas, allowing those rich men who arrived on the island to take turns tormenting me. In just a few days, photos of what I had suffered on the island were sent straight to my fiancée, the heiress of an elite family from the capital. She didn’t speak up for me. Instead, she turned around and publicly announced her engagement to the true heir. During an interview, someone asked her about me. Her whole body trembled with anger as she snapped, “Him? I never expected he’d turn out like that, running wild overseas, sleeping around like some kind of degenerate. It’s disgusting.” My parents put on a show of heartbreak. “We sent him abroad to study out of kindness. Who knew he’d behave so disgracefully? From now on, the Yule family has no such son.” After I was tortured to death on that island by those so-called rich people, my fiancée and the true heir held a wedding worth tens of millions. It was broadcast live across the internet, drawing unprecedented attention. However, even more spectacular than their wedding was the wedding gift I had sent them.

"Fuck," I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. "You've driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?" I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. "For that, I'm going to pump so deep, you'll see stars." "Yes," she gasps, spreading her legs wider as I go down and take a long, sweet whiff of her pink pussy. "I'd like that very much, Daddy. Please me. Please, Daddy...fuck..." I take the first lick, my fingers digging into her laps as she moans out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Oh. Oh my God." One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I've rested them on my shoulders. "Damien." I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she's crying out. "What do you really want from me, little girl?" "Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." ------------- Warning: This book is intended for 18+ audiences. It is an erotic boxset, containing seventeen original erotic short stories. Steamy, fun, and fulfilling, just how ya'll like it.

Reborn as the long-lost Rogers heir, missing for fifteen years, I avoided every chance to bond with my two brothers in this family. When they tossed me Vivi’s discarded, ill-fitting gown for the family gala, I smiled and put it on. When they sent Vivi to get an elite education while ordering me to scrub the utility room, I picked up the mop without a word. When they let Vivi chase love and dumped her rejected suitor on me, I didn’t fight. I accepted her leftovers with a calm nod. This was all because in my past life, I had spent my entire life desperate for my brothers' approval, only to end up despised by everyone for it. When I died in the crossfire of a gangland shootout, my own son pushed my body away in disgust. "Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again.

I was out for a long time. My eyes could not adjust easily and I felt a lot of pain throughout my whole body. I didn't know what was happening but surely I was somewhere in the dark. "That's ok, now sleep. Tomorrow you will feel better," someone woman voice said. Then I heard another male voice saying, "what has gotten into you? Now we are in deep shit." I couldn't listen to the conversation any longer as I have lost conciousness again. I groaned in agony as I felt myself waking again. I opened my eyes slowly but I could only see blurred. I noticed I had better sense of smell and I could hear better too. What's going on?I could hear a conversation that was outside the room I was locked in. "Please, do not tell anyone. It must have been the haze. It felt stronger then usual this time and I couldn't hold myself any longer. He was way too hot and I felt an unusual feeling like I was out of control." That was definitely Mei, but whom was she talking to? Also, what the hell is she? I couldn't forget last night's images. Fangs, shadows, and, blue eyes glowing at me, no, but then the second time they looked Red. Yes. I remember that. I was not going crazy.

As dangerous as his grip on her, he yanked her nearer to his face. "Are you trying to do-" her words got stuck in her throat immediately. Alpha Syrill gazed into her eyes, rolling his as if searching for something. The smell of her lineage came flooding his head as he tried to fight against his wolf from digging deep into her, sensually, without any delays. "The sparks in your eyes drills every ounce of my blood, making me want to do to you what you'd love me to!" "W-what?!" she exclaimed, as confusion washed her. "I just feel like to fuck you this minute and always each time I'm close!" ~~~~~~~~ As pretty as she is, Angela Brandford is ill-treated by her step mother after she found out that she knows too much about her true identity. Angela, a 'journey just come' with a twisted fate, resumes a local training in her formal pack where they left due to a situation whereby her stepmom committed a grievous and unpardonable offense, leaving her father lying critically ill at the hospital for months now. And Syrill Madison, the new Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was attracted to her scent the very first time she resumes her training, and notices that she's his one, true mate he has been longing for her coming. Everything changed automatically!

"MATE!!!" The voice exploded in Amber's head, and for a moment she froze in place. Finally, she had her mate, and she could finally take her mother out of this DAMN HELL! She had waited TOO LONG for this moment! "Go to him!" the voice continued to urge, the sweet smell of her mate washing over her, and she pushed through the crowd, ready to cling to him, to hold on to her brand new happiness. But what she didn't expect was that the very next second, her mate would be unceremoniously killed in front of her. The killer turned out to be her father! Her father turn into wolf claws, quickly grabbing her mate by the neck and lifting him up mercilessly. Pfft... In an instant, blood began to gush from his neck and even splashed onto Amber’s face. "No!!!" Not only did she fail to save her imprisoned mother from her demonic father, but she also caused her mate to lose his life... *** All because she was needed to replace her stepsister, who was to marry her father's enemy, so that she could endure all the tortures in her stepsister's place. It was all ridiculous in the extreme! But for her mother's sake, Amber has to accept whatever is arranged. This time she won't be a puppet to be manipulated! She will do whatever it takes to become stronger and take revenge. Luckily, the Moon Goddess seems to have favored her this time...

“Stay back!” I cried, “I’m sorry, I just want to go.” Darius chuckled darkly, silver eyes gleaming, “Why? Afraid I’ll see what you truly are?” “Please, it was a mistake,” I lied. “Do you want to go, slave? Or do you want to feel me inside you? I can smell your arousal, Aurora.” His voice dripped with raw possession as his hands wrapped around my waist, dragging me against his chest. “Strip and bend over,” he growled. — When the werewolf kingdom seizes control of mortals, Aurora’s world collapses in one brutal night. Betrayed and sold by her own father, she becomes the unwilling captive of the Blackfang Alpha twins—Darius, the cruel silver-eyed, and Draven, the golden-eyed charmer. Caught in their violent power struggle, Aurora discovers a truth more terrifying than her captivity: she is bound by fate to both brothers. In a world where humans and werewolves can never be, Aurora is betrayed by her body and caught in the heated flames of forbidden desires. What no one knows is that Aurora isn't just a pawn or a mere human in the Alphas games. She’s the weapon that could save them or destroy them. In a world where freedom has a price and love is a weapon, Aurora must decide: surrender to the bond, or risk being torn apart by it.

I came back to life. The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher. At his coronation. In front of thousands. Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick. For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after. This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave. He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage. He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application. I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity. When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?"

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.

A one-night stand with a billionaire was never Celina’s dream. It was her only choice. When Naomi, the arrogant daughter of her mother’s wealthy employer, corners her with an impossible ultimatum, Celina is forced into the arms of Bryan, a man she believes to be a stranger, in exchange for her mother’s freedom. Her mother, a maid who has spent years serving Naomi’s powerful family, is falsely accused of theft, and the price for her release is Celina’s innocence. That night should have ended in silence, buried forever. But fate has other plans. Days later, Celina discovers that the mysterious man from that night is not only Naomi’s fiance but also her new boss. The revelation shatters her world, binding her to a man she should hate but whose presence awakens emotions she cannot control. As whispers, betrayal, and a devastating scandal threaten to destroy her reputation, Celina’s heart is torn between protecting her ailing mother and untangling the complicated bond she now shares with Bryan. Caught between sacrifice and desire, loyalty and love, Celina must face a truth that could change everything: sometimes, the cost of saving the one you love is giving your heart to the last man you ever expected.