Foot Fetish

They wanted to choose my husband so I bought one instead. ~~~ " You'll be meeting your soon-to-be husband at the next family dinner." Aunt Melissa's words hit like poison. I choked, shock seizing my breath. Family dinners at my grandparents' estate were always hell- ear-shattering arguments, insults wrapped in concern, smiles hiding knives. But this? This crossed every line. Who the hell do they think they were, choosing my husband like I was some pawn in their twisted game? That's never going to happen. I built my Empire from the ruins of my inheritance and survived the accident that claimed my parents' lives. Survived Sophie's lifetime of cruelty always my shadow, so desperate to eclipse me. I didn't survive all that to let them control who I marry. ~~~ Then I saw him. David Kane. Six foot three of breathtaking perfection, commanding my manufacturing floor like he was born for it. Dark hair, ice blue eyes, and a body that made me forget to breathe. The branch manager's son. Nobody important. That was perfect. If my family wants to force a husband on me I'd bring them one on my own terms. They forgot who I am. I am Sophia Ashford. I don't play by their rules and am about to make the most dangerous deal of my life.

"I will give you an interest of one million dollars once we regain our lost glory," Nelly promised. "Really? Are you the only one who doesn't know my net worth?" Ivan questioned. "Fine. What do you want, Ivan?" "Marry me." Nelly Stratford was forced to approach her sworn enemy, the proud Ivan Landers, to beg for money. Their family business was dwindling and her father was in a coma. The money to foot the hospital bill was not in sight. Left with no other option, she accepts his marriage proposal.  Nelly spent the next one year proving her worth. She did everything to please Ivan because she had fallen in love with him but his heart was far away. He only loved a certain girl who saved his life seven years ago. Ivan told her to her face that he would never love her.   Two weeks later, he came back to the house he shared with her. He saw the divorce papers she left him alongside the ring he gave the girl who saved him seven years ago. Pain and regret burst out in his chest, but this time, he couldn't find her anywhere. When she returns, its not for love this time, but for vengeance. Will she succeed or will she let her love for Ivan take the upper hand?

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward later than usual. Before I closed my eyes, I heard the final words she uttered to me. "Next time, don't save me anymore." I finally understood her real feelings for me. She'd rather die than be with me, it seemed. When I wake up again, I've returned to the timeframe before the graduation trip starts. This time, I decide not to have anything to do with Britney. We shall be strangers in this lifetime. But when the accident occurs once again, Britney is the one rushing toward me. "It's my turn to save you now."

"Get your foot, out of my door!" I yelped as I tried heavily to shut the door on him. "Pet... No need to be shy, it's only me, besides it's not the first time I've seen you naked?" He grinned like he was enjoying toying with me. My temporary guardian easily pushed himself inside my bathroom making my heart pound. Who was I kidding, I was no use for his incredible power, nor was my I any match for his crazy fast speed. However, if I was out in the woods, I'd still have a chance to escape him, thanks to my powers. He locked the bathroom door once he was in. "I apologise Kavyaa, but I no longer can not let you go back with Mark." "What?! Are you insane? He's a cop! You can't legally do this!" He smirked sending a chill down my spine, and slowly started to make his way over to me. "I can do, whatever I want with you." -- Kavyaa is taken in by her cop cousin Ethan. Ethan is a werewolf, and he has been strictly told to keep his true identity a secret from her, since she's just going to be staying with him for a short while. However things start to get heated up with murders into town, and Kavyaa finds out about her guardian's canine secret. Will she be able to escape from him? Or will she end up being his next prey?

It was a season that felt like heaven was frowning at her, Tracy, trying to recover from an abusive relationship which eventually crashed while being pulled into the anguish of her dying sister which added a major weight on her life , facing a difficult financial challenge so her life can be saved. It could only get worse , serving as a maid under a rich boss lady, Mrs Ava who has a touch of fierce and unmerciful ideology. Things took a turn just overnight when Mark, the only son of Mrs Ava decided to bite his mom's foot by proclaiming a facade of affection for Tracy out of the blue at a dinner right in her presence and her guests , giving a deep romantic kiss. All this was due to his mom stomping his head by trying to merge him with Chloe in a marriage he doesn't have any interest in. Tracy shocked, the whole table burning in rage and sinking in disappointment, it was meant to be a night where Mark would meet his spouse to be and her family, but he used Tracy as a Decoy to burst the bile in the meat and the whole table was displeased For Tracy, she couldn't believe her eyes as the whole scenario led to further dismaying scenes in her life. Mark proposed a contract marriage with all of her needs being met at the expense of her signature after, and Tracy capitalized. It was a blessing at first, but she isn't prepared for what is coming. An endless warfare of which she was no match for, a marriage likened to a punishment, scandals, block sucking enemies who go all the way for their wants and a life full of discoveries

The first time Rafael betrayed me, he threw the woman from his club at my feet. His eyes were bloodshot as he told me to take my pick. My love for him was a sickness, so I forgave the transgression. For the second betrayal, I had the dancer sent out of New York, warning her never to set foot on the East Coast again. On the night of our engagement party, sealing the union of our two families, Rafael pinned me against the walnut desk in the study. His eyes burned with rage as he demanded: "Where is Nina? She's carrying a Mancini heir." "It was a mistake. You can take your anger out on me. Nina is naive; she doesn't deserve this. I'm begging you, just let the child be born safely. I swear I'll never see her again." "You're afraid of childbirth. This gives you an heir without the risk." "Listen, Alessia. You are the future Donna of the Mancini family. When that child is born, it will know only you as its mother. I swear on my life." He forced me backward until shards from the vase I'd knocked over cut into my skin, staining my silk dress with blood. I looked at him and smiled, then gave him the address of a safe house in Brooklyn. He slammed the heavy oak door behind him. Shaking, I pulled out my encrypted phone. "You were right about him. Is your offer still on the table?"

I thought I'd inherited a quiet little farm. What I found was three mysterious men, a land bound by ancient magic, and a destiny I can't escape. From the moment I set foot on Hucow Hollow, nothing feels normal. The air hums with energy. The mist seems alive, whispering secrets and pulling me deeper into its fold. Something inside me changes. Power stirs in my blood, molding me in ways I can't explain—and the Hollow responds to my every heartbeat. Then they appear: Darius, the Herd King—commanding, magnetic, bound to the land by ancient right Vastian, his protector—strong, unyielding, with eyes that see straight through me Khael, his shadow—quiet, watchful, a mystery wrapped in darkness They tell me I was chosen. That the Hollow called me here. That its curse—and its awakening—are somehow tied to me. I didn't ask for this power, or for the bond that grows between us. But the deeper I fall into the Hollow's enchantment, the harder it becomes to deny what pulls us together. The Hollow doesn't just want balance—it wants its queen. And it won't rest until I claim my throne. * Belle’s books contain: reverse harem, bulls and hucow (human / cow play), high heat, milking, breeding, transformation, HEA / HFN, no cheating, primal / pet play, possessive dominant MMCs, submissive FMCs, NO noncon / dubcon The term hucow is a cross between human and cow involving elements related to lactation, breeding, bull and cow-like behavior, and incorporates domination (bull) and submission (cow) dynamics.

I'm one of the entertainment industry's most popular celebrities. One day, the Holmes family, the richest family in Hemmingville, comes to me and tells me I'm one of them. The day I return home, the city's paparazzi follow me to capture every second of my return. When I arrive at the Holmes residence, my adoptive sister stops me from entering. "We've looked into you and found out that you shot to fame after starring in an adult film. "The Holmes family has its rules—you have to change your clothes in public before you can step foot in here. Dad said that I'm the one who calls the shots when he and Jason aren't at home, so I hope you can understand me." In my past life, I would've acted cautiously and adopted a lowly stance for the sake of my image. But I've been reborn. I kick aside the things in my way and shove Nancy Holmes aside. "How ridiculous! You'd better stop and think whether you're worthy of telling me what to do. How dare you ask me to strip in public? "I'm insured from head to toe—you can't afford to pay me back if you even touch a hair on my head! And you call yourself the heiress of the family, huh? I'd like to see you grovel at my feet and beg me later!"

Every year, my husband, Daniel Trahan, elopes with his childhood sweetheart, Callie Reed, on our wedding anniversary. On that day, they do everything that a loving couple does. On our fifth year anniversary, Daniel ordered me to put on a maid's outfit and serve them on hand and foot for 24 hours. "You've always wanted me to spend more time with you, right? I'm giving you a chance right now. Tomorrow, I'll come home and have one meal with you. "By the way, Callie's lower back hurts. You'll have to support her whenever she needs you." I complete all of my tasks obediently. When we meet up the next day, I hand him a divorce agreement. Daniel scoffs at the sight. Then, he drops his signature casually. "Oh? Are you playing hard to get again? Every time, you'll end up begging me to return to you while crying like an abandoned pet. If you're that eager to let everyone see how big a doormat you are, I shall grant your wish. "When you come crawling back to me this time, I'll stream the whole thing live so that everyone can see how spineless you are." Daniel thinks I'm throwing another tantrum this time. What he doesn't know is that the day of his elopement with Callie is also the day I get to go on my private date. Now, that lover of mine demands a proper title from me.

I have been dead for seven years. For seven years, a rare plague had ravaged the Silver Moon Kingdom. The new Luna, Lilith, wasn't immune either. She coughed up blood daily, her old wounds weeping anew with every full moon. Even in death, to the wolf packs, I was still the jinx. The false Luna who had beguiled the Alpha King. The cursed one destined to bring ruin to the kingdom. The entire kingdom begged Alpha King Kaelan to banish my vengeful spirit. My former mate was in the royal palace, softly consoling his current Luna, my sister. "Lilith, don't be afraid. If she insists on tormenting you with her curse even after death, then I will tear her inner wolf to shreds. You'll never be threatened by her again." But when they set foot in the Rogue Lands where I had been exiled, they found no wandering spirit of mine. Before them knelt the corpses of dozens of she-wolves, arranged neatly before my crude grave. They had all been exiled as "sinners", yet now, in death, they offered their final act of devotion. There was no trace of any spirit. There was only a small girl, about six years old, sitting beside the tombstone and clutching a photograph of me from when I was alive. Her ice-blue eyes were a perfect reflection of Kaelan's. "You're too late," she said. "Her inner wolf returned to the Moon Goddess long ago." "I've only been waiting here to get justice for my mother."