Gohan Cry Novels & Stories

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

Warning🔞: This book is pure filth. If you get uncomfortable when innocent good girls get corrupted, stretched, and turned into desperate little sluts, close this right now and go read something sweet. But if your pussy is already getting wet at the thought of being touched by the wrong man… keep reading, you naughty girl. No gentle romance. No slow teasing. No fade-to-black. This collection goes straight for the throat. Every story throws a shy, inexperienced 20-year-old girl into the arms (and hands) of powerful, dominant older men who know exactly how to break her. Watch as strict stepfathers teach their virgin stepdaughters “special lessons” at night when she can’t sleep… professors who turn academic punishment into raw, desk-fucking sessions… and other forbidden men who claim what doesn’t belong to them. Expect intense fingering that makes her legs shake, oily massages that turn into deep, stretching pleasure, thick cocks ruining tight virgin holes, creampies, degradation, and good girls learning just how much they love being bad. She’ll cry, she’ll moan, she’ll beg… and she’ll cum harder than she ever imagined possible. If the thought of forbidden touches in the middle of the night, risky secret encounters, and being completely owned by a man who should never have her makes your thighs squeeze together… Then welcome home, baby. Turn the page. Your darkest fantasies are waiting… and they’re going to ruin you so good.

Mom always said my entire life ran on luck. When I ranked first in my class, she said, "You just guessed really well." When I won a gold medal, she said, "The judges must've been blind." When I got into Westridge University, she told everyone, "This kid has no real ability, just good luck!" So on my first day of college, she tossed me a book of scratch cards. "Since your luck's so good anyway, might as well let it handle your living expenses too. "You get one book per semester. However much you scratch off is all you get. "And just so you can't come crying to me about being broke, I'm blocking you now. I'll unblock you next semester." With that, she ignored every one of my desperate pleas and blocked me on every single platform. I wanted to cry but could not even manage tears. All I could do was scratch two cards every day. On good days, I would win 20 to 50 dollars. Most days, I won absolutely nothing. I survived by sneaking expired cookies out of my roommates' trash. By the last week of the semester, I had developed severe anemia. As I used every ounce of strength to scratch the final card, I laughed. Mom was right. My luck really was incredible.

"How long are you going to ignore me ? ", I said while stopping her work. Her fingers abruptly froze on my shoulders and lips curled inside. She looked up at me slowly staring deeply into my eyes ,"You thought i wouldn't know and for your kind information, I can read your mind even from far away Mr.Krish Sehgal.", she frowned removing my hands off her waist. Because we are no longer friends anymore, so I removed the letter of mine from bracelet.", I replied only to tease her and she made cry face. Her body raising in heat furiously and I felt it right against my bare chest as my shirt was unbuttoned a minutes ago by the great filmy Priya only. I never thought I would fall in love with the person whom I considered my best friend. I don't know how she would react if I told my feelings for her. But I don't want to disturb my friendship with her, I can't live a single second without seeing or hearing her. So I decided to keep it my heart and pretend like I never loved her. What happened when a filmy girl met a crazy boy accidentally in a train? They became friends in no time. After friends to best friends then something else which they never planned. Will they ever realise it's not just friendship between them? it's something special and it's love.

"It's Mayor Montgomery's daughter, Anaïs...Beautiful and...virgin." At these last words, I could hear their cries of satisfaction rising like the cry of wild beasts, ready to do anything to devour me. “So gentlemen, place your bets. Bidding starts from 3 million.” And there...I watched them discuss my price as if I were an object. What had I done to get there? Well, nothing. My only sin was being the daughter of the mayor who has plunged the supernatural people into horror for over 15 years...Indeed, when the government discovered the existence of werewolves, they immediately made a chip that would reduce them to slavery but now that they have revolted, I am an enemy to them. The person they must vent their rage on since my father is now dead. "20 millions." 20 millions ? Still petrified and trembling, I looked up at the man who had just spoken....That scar on his face, that enigmatic look... No, not him. Denver. Slave #345... He was one of my father's five Alpha Slaves. He lived a martyr's life since my father had killed his entire family before bringing him into slavery... He stood out from the crowd because he spent a lot of time spying on me and he even saved my life. However, he was also the one who killed my fathers on the evening of the revolt. Swallowing, I knew that if he bought me it was simply to make me pay for my father's evil... “No…” I whispered, my eyes widening in horror. "20 million...20 million...20million. Awarded."

When I was seven, Victor Medici took me off the streets of Brooklyn. From that moment on, I became a blade hidden in the shadows of the Medici family. The Medici family was one of the five major mafia families in New York City, and Victor was the family’s Don. By fifteen, I had learned how to handle a gun and a knife. I could carry out the family’s “clean-up” orders with precision. By eighteen, I led a team that wiped out three weapons hubs belonging to the rival Rina mafia family, securing the East Side territory for Victor. At twenty-one, during a hearing, I took the fall for Victor’s crimes. In the end, I was sentenced to three years in prison. The day I got out, he took me straight to Las Vegas to get married. With his own hands, he slipped a ruby ring onto my finger—a symbol of the Donna. Under the witness’s gaze, he kissed me, his voice almost reverent. “Rachel, I love you. You’re my only weakness.” Then, he pulled out a stamped and signed contract from his suit pocket. “This is my wedding gift to you. If I ever betray you, my power, my status, and my wealth will be transferred into your name, and I’ll walk away with nothing.” After a pause, he gave a sly smile and added, “But that day will never come. Because I’ll always love you.” I took the contract, so happy that I felt like I might cry, but that happiness only lasted two years.

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

I had proposed seven times, but Winnie Smith continued refusing to marry me. This was because the Smith family had a special test. To marry their daughters, their sons-in-law had to refrain from sleeping with their fiancees after being drugged. I tried seven times. However, every time after I regained consciousness, Winnie would be sleeping naked next to me. She would cry and throw herself into my arms. “It’s fine. We can try again. I trust you.” It was not until the eighth time that I overheard her instructing the butler, “Switch the aphrodisiac to sleeping pills, and make sure it’s a high dosage. “After he falls asleep, I’ll take it from there as usual.” While I kept my eyes shut tight, I could hear her taking off her long dress. Then, she came over to unbutton my shirt. I heard her sigh. “I’m sorry, Benjamin Lowe. Joe Anderson’s been diagnosed with cancer, and his last wish is to be with me. “Don’t worry, though. After he passes, I’ll marry you immediately.” Right then, I realized that her family’s test had been a lie she told just to marry her childhood best friend. The next day, my parents pressured me again to leave the country and inherit the family business. So, I agreed to their request. Since she wanted to marry Joe, I would wish the couple well.

During Frostpine Pack’s winter hunt, rogue scent crossed the northern border. Celia heard the warning, but she still cut off my retreat. She escaped with a rogue-tainted gash across her forearm. I fell into an ice ravine, and my wolf nearly died from cold and blood loss. My fated mate, Adrian Blackwood, Alpha of Frostpine Pack, carried Celia away and never looked back. I survived seven days in that ravine. When the patrol finally found me, my wolf was almost silent. Adrian stood over me, furious. “You should be grateful Celia’s arm can still heal. If her wolf had been damaged because of you, dying on the border wouldn’t have been enough.” “The bonding ceremony is suspended. Admit you broke formation and got Celia hurt, or I won’t mark you before the pack.” He thought I would cry and beg. I only nodded. “Fine.” He didn’t know the Moon Goddess had come to me while I was dying. When the next full moon rose, she would take the most precious things I had left. My love for Adrian. Every memory of him. After that, I would leave Frostpine Pack and begin again somewhere he did not exist. Whether he still wanted to mark me no longer mattered. By the time they found my body, the Elena who loved Adrian Blackwood had already died in that ravine with her wolf.

SEQUEL TO TWO ALPHAS AND A LIE... His eyes sent shivers rushing through me as I tried to process what was going on. "Did you just say..." I stammered as my heart began to pound painfully in my chest. "To forget that I found you?" How could he stand there and say that with such a straight face? Wasn't he feeling the same way that I did? That all consuming want to be near and the flutter of butterflies just from our being near? "I have no intentions on ever accepting a mate." He said slowly, his eyes growing darker. "Especially a lycan one." His words felt like knives piercing into my heart. He was rejecting me. He was really standing here rejecting me and not even giving me a chance. "Why?" I asked slumping to the ground. "Because mates and love are fucking ridiculous." He hissed. I couldn't move, couldn't breath as he turned and began to move. He was leaving and I didn't have the strength to call for him or chase after him. I watched from my place on the ground as he continued to move further and further away. My mind was reeling and my breathing was becoming difficult. How was it even possible that I had managed to find my mate after all the chaos and the person that was destined for me was the one that I absolutely couldn’t touch? Feeling tears beginning to prick at my eyes, I laid down against the cold dirt. Never in my life did I think I would cry due to emotion, but fuck I was in pain.