Forced Diaper Wearing

“He walked in like he owns the school. But the truth was that he wasn't a boy at all, She was wearing his blazer.” When Sonia Vale's twin brother, Silas, dies in a suspicious accident, her world falls apart. Questions that won’t stay buried. Secrets no one else wants to ask. And a billion-dollar family legacy now left exposed. So she does what no grieving girl should ever have to do. She becomes him. At Daxton Academy, Sonia wears his name, his uniform, and his past. But every step in Silas’s shoes pushes her closer to the truth and the danger he tried to outrun. Girls fall for her. Enemies close in. And Eric Blackbourne, the coldest boy in school, keeps looking at her like he sees something more. "Who are you, really?” he asks one night, voice low, eyes searching. “Would you hate me if I told you?” she whispers. She came to find a killer. She never expected to feel alive while pretending to be someone else. But when her twin shows up alive… All lies burn. And the real game begins.

“Isn’t this our first night? I’m ready to give my body to you, Mr. Alexandro,” Lucia said, already wearing sexy lingerie. Alexandro merely looked her over from head to toe. Lucia lowered her gaze; she wasn’t sure the man even wanted to touch her plump body. Alexandro stepped closer and closer, then pushed Lucia until she sat on the floor, her head tilting up toward her husband. “Do you like BDSM?” Alexandro asked. Lucia swallowed hard. This was the beginning of a nightmare for her. *** Lucia had never lived as a loved child. After her parents died, she grew up in her uncle’s house and was treated like a burden. Lucia was fat, quiet, and constantly compared to her beautiful cousin; she learned to accept insults as a part of life. Until one day, her uncle’s loan shark debts dragged Lucia into a contract marriage with Alexandro De Luca, a powerful man who was cold, cruel, and untouchable. That loveless marriage turned Lucia into a subject of ridicule in the cruel elite world, even in her own home. She was considered a disgrace and a wife unworthy of standing beside an Alexandro De Luca.

Aliyah’s life changed instantly when her family was massacred. She was the only one who survived and was living with her Tita Celia. Hindi alam ni Aliyah kung bakit pinatay ang kanyang pamilya, they just live happy and contented like what other families do. Kaya kahit anong pag-isip ni Aliyah ay wala siyang ideya kung bakit at sino ang pumatay sa kanyang pamilya. She suffered a lot, causing her to quit from school and find a job to help her Tita Celia. She changed her name into Lily because whenever some people say her name, the ghost from the past will haunt her down every night. People who know her name and identity instantly get killed. So to make sure everyone is safe, She changed her name and hide her true identity. She was living peacefully despite of her dark past, slowly moving on and starting to focus on the present, when suddenly a bunch of men wearing black suit came and was trying to get her. Will she be able to escape and hide away from these people? Or will she face the same fate like her family?

Caspian Sanchez is looking for a woman to marry him. Many women have entered his office wearing wedding gowns pero wala pa rin siyang napipili sa kanilang lahat. He want to give up for this day until a woman entered his office. Humahangos ito, pinagmasdan ni Caspian ang babaeng nakasuot din ng wedding gown, sa tingin niya nahanap niya na ang babaeng hinahanap niya para maging pansamantalang asawa. Davina Flores, siya ay tumatakas sa sarili niyang kasal hanggang sa pasukin niya ang isang kwarto kung nasaan si Caspian. Tinakasan niya ang sarili niyang kasal pero hindi niya natakasan ang kasal sa isang estranghero. Hindi niya akalain na paglabas niya ng kwartong iyun ay isa na siyang ganap na Mrs. Sanchez. Will they marriage last or they both fall in love to each other? Ngunit, paano kung ang taong pinakasalan mo ay siya pala ang taong matagal mo nang hinahanap? What will you choose? Your mission or your partner? Are you willing to kill your partner for the sake of your mission?

What happened when a girl is forced to marry someone? I am Neha Samad and I was bound with a jerk. But I didn't know that my God would help me like this and my life would take a turn. Join Neha, a girl who was forced to marry a man who loved her but she had never met him ever. He kidnapped her and forced her to marry her. Will she be able to accept him? Will she get a peaceful life with love and care and respect? Or she will have nothing but a jerky man.

Note: This story contains elicit contents and it's rated 18+ "What are you doing?" she asked him with gritted teeth, she can't bear it anymore, not to mention she is always aroused whenever she saw the man but the man wasn't making it easier for her too, she can feel his body heat as they sat down and it was intoxicating, she felt that she was about to loss all her sense of reasoning, "What are you talking about?" Cillian asked, his baritone voice reverberated on Emma's body and she gulped hard, her body shuddered slightly from pleasure, "Can..Can we begin?" she stuttered, so much aroused to think properly, "Of course" replied the male "You see, things about businesses, just for an example, in terms of clothe businesses?" he said and touched the cloth she was wearing, that wasn't the issue but were he touched was, in between her legs, on the center of her pussy, her cunt, when his hand clasped there he felt how wet she was, she subconsciously moaned whilst tilting her head back, the irresistible lust that she has being trying to resist for long, the temptation that she has tried all she could to avoid, will it all succumb today?...

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

"Take off your panties, princess. I want to see the pussy that’s been soaking the sheets and moaning my name in her sleep every night, while wearing my son’s ring.” "Yes, daddy." * Reina thought marriage meant love. But for two long, aching years, all it gave her was cold nights and a husband who never touched her. She was starving. And Domenico Gravano—her devil father-in-law—was the only man who ever made her feel full. He’s twice her age. Deadly. Filthy rich, and built like a god. The kind of man who doesn’t ask. He takes. And when he sees the way she shivers under his stare, he doesn’t hesitate. He gives her everything she's always wanted. It’s forbidden. It's filthy. And it’s about to become her obsession. But Domenico doesn’t do soft. He doesn’t do love. He does control. He does power. He does ownership. And Reina? She’s about to find out what happens when a Gravano decides to make you moan… and never stop. He’s her father-in-law. He’s her first real pleasure. He’s the man who will destroy them both… just to keep her.

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.