Gentle Anal Gif Novels & Stories

My CEO husband developed a strange illness. His heart chose me, but his body chose his intern. He would vanish for ten days every month to see his intern for "treatment." “Zoe, the doctor says it’s a physiological dependency. My body chose Molly, but you’re the one I truly love, now and always!” To make me believe him, he swore vicious oaths and even went so far as to hurt himself to prove his love. My eyes burned red, but in the end, I softened. It wasn't until I was late in my pregnancy, when a falling billboard struck me and I miscarried. I called my husband again and again, but he never picked up. Then, moments later, I saw the intern’s post online. The caption wrote: [Unlocked a new identity: Mom. From now on, we’re a happy family of three!] In the photo, my husband looked at her with gentle affection. His hand rested on her belly and her prenatal report clutched in his other hand. That was when I realized the one his heart and body had chosen all along was her. At that moment, I knew our marriage was over.

My life had escalated to an unimaginable point. I was pregnant with a child who possessed powers beyond my understanding, a child of a man who was supposed to be my mate's enemy. And now, I was on the run dependent on a stranger. I knew I wouldn't survive out there alone, especially with a child on the way. And going back to Claus, to his lies and his betrayals was no longer an option. The thought made me sick. "So," he asked, his voice breaking the silence, "will you come with me? Or will you go back to Claus? If you decide to go back to him, I wouldn't blame you." His eyes held a gentle understanding, an absence of judgment that was both surprising and comforting. "But for now, I need to know. Do you trust me?" I looked at him, truly looked at him. The man who had unknowingly marked me, the man who had brought me solace in my darkest hour and the man who was now offering me a future, however uncertain. He was a stranger yet he felt more like a sanctuary than Claus ever had. "I'll come with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but firm with a newfound resolve.

Dearest gentle readers, This is NOT YOUR regular BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION Jason Rodrigues did not want a wife, he considered women as tools to be used and discarded until he is stuck between obeying his father’s will or losing the company. The rule to him was simple… find a girl, make her a surrogate and have her bear his heir but nothing is ever simple in any love story. Elizabeth turns Jason’s world upside down and leaves him wondering if having a wife is such a terrible idea. <<>> Lucien Rodrigues is a playboy and unlike his brother, he refuses to abide by any rule until he crosses the path of formidable fashion designer, Mara Sinclair. Now he wonders if the player has become the played instead. <<>> Diana Rodrigues wants out of the glamour life. Living under the shadow of both her brothers have not exactly been an easy feat for her and so she escapes to Italy to start her life afresh only she is unaware of the danger that lurks in the form of Dante Russo who will stop at nothing to avenge his brother and wreck havoc on the Rodrigues family. And what better way to begin than defiling their little princess, Diana.

I loved Lucian for years and gave up everything to save his life, but all I got in return was disgust in his eyes. In my past life, I was forced to become his mate, but in the end, I died under the claws of the feral wolves he sent after me, and he even snapped my brother Marcus's neck with his own teeth. The night I was reborn, I made a different choice. I let my rival Ayara have what she wanted. I married the brutal Prince Draven in her place, the one rumors said would "kill his bride," and she got to run off and save Lucian. But when the wedding car door opened, the person who stepped out was the gentle boy I'd met when I was five years old. "Take a closer look, sweetheart. Am I really as terrifying as the rumors say?" His amber eyes were full of warmth and affection. Turns out, he'd staged twelve fake weddings just waiting for me to grow up. By the time Lucian got on his knees and begged me to come back, it was already too late; I was Draven's Luna now.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.

One night of forbidden passion. Three powerful Alphas. And a secret that could change the fate of every pack. Born the weakest daughter of the Ironclaw Alpha, she was an Omega that no one valued, until the reckless night with three powerful Alphas changed everything. When she discovered she was carrying their children, fear drove her to the human world, far from the cruelty of her father and the dangers of her pack. For five years she lived in hiding, raising her twin daughters in peace. But when their abilities began to manifest, the fragile safety she built collapsed. To protect them, she is forced to return to the world she fled. The three Alphas of Moonveil never forgot the mysterious woman who vanished after one night of passion. They are ruthless, gentle, and fierce, leaders bound together by loyalty and strength. What they never expected was that the mate destiny promised them had been in their arms once before… and that she returned with children who carry their blood. Now hunted by the pack that cast her out, and bound by a prophecy that marks her family as the key to survival, she must step into the role she never believed was hers, mate to three Alphas, mother of their heirs, and the Omega destined to change everything.

It was a zombie apocalypse. My mercenary leader husband, Hans Luketon, refused to let me set sail to the safe zone just because he wanted to wait for his childhood sweetheart, Winnie Snowe, who insisted on reclaiming her bag that fell into the water. However, the zombies were getting closer to the port, and their roars were terrifying. The survivors on the ship were crying and wailing. I had no choice but to sneak up on him and knock him out. After reaching the safe zone, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was pregnant. Hans became even more gentle with me. On the very day I gave birth, he took me to the basement and threw me to a horde of zombies. As I was being torn apart by countless zombies, I caught his sinister gaze. He said, "If it hadn’t been for you, Winnie could've made it back to the safe zone with us. She just wanted to retrieve her things, what's so bad about that? You took her life, now you'll pay with yours!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment he blocked the cockpit door. This time, I would not assist him in "defying fate."

The tale of three powerful families of Chicago, drama, revenge, love, betrayal turn these people's life up and down. Brian McCoy The last thing I need in my life is a woman, I had enough of these fetal female attractions in my 32 years of life. Do I want a one-night stand or hookups? Sure, I gladly welcome any woman into my bed, but a committed relationship, no, thanks. I will pass on this. However, when the little Miss. Simmons walks into my life, her beauty and elegance are making all part of my body wanting more. As everyone says, This woman is the death of any man, but right this me who is suffering her gentle torture. Inessa: Brian McCoy is the last person in need in my life, his money and arrogance are the most hated in our society. Women throw themselves on his feet while men loath his success, intertwined with him will damage my "society's sweetheart" reputation. Still, I walk towards the fire like a fool, something about those cold blue eyes pulls me so strongly, and I can't deny him, neither does he. Will this the start of an epic love or a dreadful fate?

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