Hot Stepmom Pov

Alyana Perez is just a simple woman, all she wants to do is able to finish college and work for her stepmom and siblings who have been always cruel to her. Even if it's difficult to combine study and work, she's able to provide for her family. One day, her stepmom sold her without her knowing and the one who buy her is Stephen Wilson... Stephen Wilson who love's f*ck girls, he becomes a f*ckboy because of his ex Vanessa. What will her life be like with a f*ckboy like Stephen? Would Stephen change because of her?

Have you ever dreamt of becoming your stepson's wife? Of course, Jules never expected it, until she met him. * “Who is she?” he barked staring at the woman standing beside his dad with a cold gaze. “Your stepmom, Jules. My newly wedded wife.” his father answered, drawing Jules closer. Hero's lips twitched. Stepmom? He took in the young exquisite woman and sneered. She's more like a gold digger and as long as he's here, he would never accept her as his stepmom. Never!

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Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

What if your soul was in someone else's body? Will your feelings change too? Lee Umji, an editor and translator from Seoul, South Korean. She has a monotonous life that only goes to offices- apartments route. Static and boring. Suddenly, to her surprise, Lee Umji experienced a soul-to-body teleportation of Kim Hana, a rich woman who was in a coma for four years and living in New York. Kim Hana with all the complications in her life. This story is a fantasy type wrapped in romance and mystery. Will use two points of view. A. = POV 3 B. = POV 1 Are you ready to explore New York, Seoul and Tokyo, along with all the mysteries?

Framed by her stepmom and stepsister, Jean Mitchell, a rising star in the show business, lost everything—her career, family, friends, and maiden tag.She became embroiled in a deep conspiracy that made her an instant object of hatred and put the lives of those she loved in danger.But she refused to buckle. Instead, she pulled herself out of the jaws of death and launched her vengeance.She would wrest back the right of inheritance from her evil stepmom and marry the powerful man her stepsister desires.She would trample those who set her up and those who humiliated and harmed her underfoot.It's payback time.But she didn’t know that the unsmiling man who controlled the country’s economy was a super pamperer.“They all say I am a bad woman.” Jean wrapped her hands around the man, feeling wronged.“I will feed them to the dog,” the man said with a gentle, loving voice.

Rozelyn found out she is a vampire when she turned eighteen. To make matters worse, her stepmom is secretly a vampire as well and Cyrill, her stepmom's adoptive son, is a werewolf behind the shadows. As she live the life of being a vampire, several people had come for her—including the infamous Blood Mistress, a witch who hunts vampires and werewolves. Rozelyn become more fascinated with the vampire life, especially when she found out that sex plays a huge role in a vampire's everyday living and it acts like blood: once they tasted it, they will crave for it even more. Will Rozelyn be able to voice out her secret love to Cyrill without risking the familial relationship they have built for years? Or will she watch her loved ones perish due to her identity as the most powerful vampire to ever live? Amidst all these, only one thing is certain: Blood is thicker than water—either literally or figuratively.

Jordan POV With Melody's soft body pinned against me on the bed, I felt reality more acutely. My wrists and ankles were both tied, my body engulfed by a woman who made me live through heaven and hell. She surrendered and gave herself to me, and I embraced her over and over again. There was no point in denying the truth when it was right in my face. I was held captive by the woman I have grown to love and care for. If there's ever a fusion of angels and demons -Melody would be the perfect specimen. And she would still be my wife! Melody POV He hates me. I would hate me too if I was him. I used him, deceived him, toyed with his feelings and took advantage of his love for me. But I can't bring myself to let him go. No one would actually believe it, but I fell deeply in love with him.

Introduction Scarlett O'Hara, that's her name, 26 years old, a single mother of two kids (twins). Poor and manages to earn a living to take care of her twins together with her her best friend. She finally gets a job at a very big company after years of struggling to get one only to find out the CEO is her EX, the father of her twins. He hates her and he will make her pay, and by that, she has to quench his sexual desires. Will she succumb to this? Scarlett's POV "Since you couldn't help but take a sneaky peep at it, how about I show you a proper view of it and perhaps help you remember how it tastes," He said and my heart skipped a bit and before I could blink, his d1ck was hanging right before my face. "Suck it!" He said in an authoritative voice.