Frankie Foster นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Samantha White, a young woman who grew up in foster care, has always struggled to survive on her own. At 22, after losing her job at a dog daycare, she takes an unexpected opportunity to work as a caretaker for billionaire Blake Hawthorne. Despite hearing rumors about the high turnover rate for caretakers in his estate, Samantha accepts the job and is welcomed by the housekeeper. Things take a dramatic turn when Blake, intrigued by Samantha's presence, decides to keep her on-abruptly shutting down the hiring process for other candidates. Soon, she finds herself caught between Blake and his dangerously alluring twin brother, Alan Hawthorne, who is also drawn to her. As tension between the brothers rises, Samantha must navigate their world of power, wealth, and hidden desires-ultimately forced to choose between them, unsure which one will truly save her.

Warning: 18+ Only contains explicit scenes and adult languages featuring hard-core taboo erotica, young adults and sex with brother's best friends. This is an erotica collection containing stories of steamy, filthy romances. If you like reading naughty stories then this book is for you, get ready to feel the ultimate erotic excitement **** “Bet this is the biggest cock you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” She couldn’t talk, could only brace for me to fuck into her repeatedly. “OMG,” I cursed. “You’re so tight and hot, and you have the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.” “Frankie!” she cried out. “It hurts so good.” Yeah, it fucking did. I pulled out and pushed back in. “You little thing… with this tight, tiny pussy that’s justmadefor her big brother’s cock.” I couldn't control myself as I started thrusting in and out, fucking her too hard, too brutal, no doubt. But like my good girl, Saffa lay there and took it all. I made my best friend’s sister take every single inch of me. I wanted to go slow so this would last all fucking night, but I was too far gone. No amount of jerking off could ever tame my dark, twisted desire for my best friend’s little sister, and now that I was finally getting the real thing, I’d never want anything else. I thrusted deep into her, stretching her tiny cunt out even more, knowing that when I came, I was going to fill her up, then suck out my cum and make her drink it out of my mouth. Saffa cried out for more, begging me to fuck her harder. And I gave my best friend's little sister what she wanted.

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

It is the night before our wedding when my fiancee, Whitney Sullivan, reunites with her childhood sweetheart, Steven Foster, a mercenary who has been missing for five years. He is brought to our doorstep by his teammates, bloodied and barely clinging to life after being poisoned with a deadly aphrodisiac on a mission. Whitney, usually so aloof and controlled, immediately breaks down. She locks the door, defying my efforts to stop her, and stays with Steven all night long. I choose to stay outside the door, never closing my eyes. I confront her the following morning with a torrent of accusations, only for her to stand in front of Steven protectively and say shamelessly, "I couldn't just stand by and watch Steven die. Isn't it just my virginity? What's the harm in letting loose the night before the wedding?" In that instant, all my affection for her is utterly destroyed.

She took her twin’s place to survive. But falling in love with the man meant to ruin her was never part of the plan. When Layla Ross steps into the shoes of her missing twin, she’s thrust into a marriage with Dominic Foster the dangerously powerful man who married her sister for revenge. But nothing is as it seems. Unknowingly poisoned by Layla herself under her father’s manipulation, Dominic’s life ticks on a secret clock. Layla, a woman with fifteen elite identities and a heart she swore to keep frozen, must find the cure she couldn’t create herself. Love wasn’t supposed to bloom. Secrets weren’t supposed to unravel. But in a city of lies, identity swaps, and deadly desires, one truth could shatter everything. How do you love the man you were sent to destroy… and who might destroy you first?

Turning eighteen wasn't as pleasant for Esmy as it was for other teenagers. Her body was changing, and worse-her foster father was found dead in the woods close by to her house and on his body was her hairband. With only flashes of her memory from the night before, Esmy had no idea what was happening to her, until she met a man who seemed to know about her kind-she felt drawn to him like a magnetic pull, never understanding what a mate bond was. But instead of helping her, Esmy is abandoned and rejected by her mate. Whilst searching for answers, Esmy encountered another man-Killian Rollins, a man whom she also felt an unexplainable bond with but he turns out to be her mate's brother. What happens when Esmy is mated to two half brothers? How will Esmy figure out about her bloodline? Will she be able to overcome the mate bond?

I had returned from overseas to attend my foster son's wedding, already wearing my dress for the evening. My former high school classmates recognized me and pointed at me, laughing wildly. They tore my dress off me without hesitation. Ruby Saunders apologized to me, but it was all an act. She looked at me with malevolence. She had instigated her lackeys to strip me in public. When I tried to retaliate, she slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and laughed coldly as I saw the cruel excitement on her face. She used to imitate me and accuse me of copying her, but I always endured it. However, today was my last straw. I would not allow her to marry into my family and turn me into her mother-in-law, no matter what!

Layla Foster, a timid werewolf, is married off to Chase Wheeler, the ruthless and greatly feared Alpha of Dark Moon pack, to birth him a son, by her stepfather. Her life as his wife is miserable as she is mistreated by Chase and his pack, when it is revealed that they are mates, Chase brutally rejects her and the bullying from his pack members worsens. Will Layla survive the harsh environment of the Dark Moon pack, filled with people who hate her? Will Chase ever love her for who she is, whether she births him a son or not? And when their love finally starts to bloom, will they be able to scale through the several obstacles, like another powerful and evil Alpha desperate to have everything Chase has, including Layla, villainous and vile family members who would stop at nothing to achieve their aims and Chase's high walls that he has built around his heart?

** English is not my first language, and I know there is some grammar not being right. But I try my best.** Note to readers. ** this book/novel, contains sexual as well as abusive episodes.** Lina is a 17-year-old orphan living in a foster home, her life is what she think like living in hell. until she one day at school meet the new guy Alex. for some reason he calms her, make her feel things she thought she never had. Alex is 18 and the future Alpha from the Moon Stone Pack. he has been gone for 3 years for training and to learn. Alex is ready for his mate but hasn't found her yet. until he sees the quiet strange girl no one talks to. what will their story be? will he repair his broken mate? is she just a human? if not what exactly is she.

Avery Tate was forced to marry a bigshot by her stepmother as her father's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. There was a catch, the bigshot—Elliot Foster—was in a state of coma. In the public’s eye, it was only a matter of time until she was deemed a widow and be kicked out of the family.A twist of event happened when Elliot unexpectedly woke up from his coma.Fuming at his marriage situation, he lashed out on Avery and threatened to kill their babies if they had any. “I’ll kill them with my very hands!” he bawled.Four years had passed when Avery returned to her homeland with her fraternal twins—a boy and a girl.As she pointed at Elliot’s face on a TV screen, she reminded her babies, “Stay far away from this man, he’s sworn to kill you both.” That night, Elliot’s computer was hacked and he was challenged—by one of the twins—to kill them. “Come and get me, *sshole!”