I've Got No Strings To Hold Me Down

WARNING: //MATURE CONTENT. CONTAINS STEAMY, EROTIC AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL THEMES INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCE (18+). READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. . "Spread your legs for me, sunshine." He ordered and I immediately obliged, my dripping cunt arched to meet his thrusting fingers. "After today," he groaned, placing his dick at the entrance of my cunt. "I don't want anyone fucking you. Only I am allowed to fuck you Nevaeh." "Your body, your pussy belongs to me and no one else. Do you understand?" He said and thrusted deeper into my wet cunt. *** Twenty-two years Nevaeh gets herself caught up in a lifetime sex encounter, when she accidentally bargains to give her professor, who happens to be her best-friend's father, a blow job in exchange for her grades. Since then, she is hooked and can’t stop thinking about the man that made her cum in her pants just by watching him groan in pleasure under her touch. Anthony Martinez, a substitute professor, billionaire and perfect description of a sex symbol, who suffers from a medical condition where he can’t feel the touch of people, for the first time experiences all these feelings come alive when Nevaeh touches him for the first time. Now, he wants her. He needs her desperately and will do everything to keep her hands closer to him even if it means damming the consequences and going down the path of the forbidden to make her his exclusive plaything.

Evelyn Carter swore she would make Alexander Kane pay. The ruthless billionaire destroyed her father’s company, shattered her family’s life, and left her with nothing but hatred burning in her chest. So when the chance came to marry him, she didn’t hesitate. As Mrs. Kane, she’d be close enough to take everything from him including his company, his reputation, and maybe even his cold, unfeeling heart. But Alexander Kane isn’t the man she expected. He’s darker, sharper, and far more dangerous. He claims to know her every secret, every move, and makes it clear that in his world, she’s the one playing with fire. Every stolen glance sets her heart racing. Every heated argument leaves her breathless. And every time he touches her, the line between love and hate blurs until she can no longer tell which one will destroy her first. He’s her enemy. He might be her obsession. And if she isn’t careful, he’ll become her downfall.

I am having a heart attack when Scott Lakin locks me inside the car. It's because my pain is frightening his childhood sweetheart. In response to my desperate pleas for help, he merely utters coldly, "I'll let you out when you apologize." I go into shock and have to be rushed to the hospital. I call Scott a dozen times, but he just blocks me. Finally, after I get discharged, I see him carefully feeding his childhood sweetheart chicken soup. "Have some food, darling. What if the baby in your belly is hungry?" After that, I return to my hometown without saying a word and stay there for half a month. After blocking me everywhere except the music streaming platform, Scott suddenly starts frantically searching for me. "Jennie, why didn't you add me back on Facebook this time?"

Five years after my death, my wife, Charlotte Blake, once again asks me to take the fall for Leo Cane, her first love, in his drunk driving case. She barges into my home with fabricated evidence but finds no trace of me anywhere. Left with no other choice, she knocks on my neighbor's door. My neighbor tells her something unexpected. "Shane Foster? He's been dead for a long time. I heard the victim's family from the case he was convicted for wasn't satisfied with the verdict. "They abducted him the day he got out of prison and tortured him for three days straight." Charlotte refuses to believe it. She furiously accuses me of making up any lie to escape responsibility. She storms at the neighbor, shouting, "You think I don't know Shane paid you to cover for him? "Tell him there's no use in hiding. If he doesn't contact me within three days, he won't get a single cent of child support for that bastard." But she doesn't know that the person Leo killed in that drunk driving accident is the very "bastard" she keeps referring to.

Sarah Benson has spent her life surviving. Orphaned young and raising her son, Tommy, alone, she knows hardship intimately. But nothing could prepare her for the day her world turns upside down Tommy is diagnosed with leukemia, and the only person who could save him is a man from her past, a man who took her innocence without consent years ago. Haunted by painful memories and desperate to save her child, Sarah embarks on a journey to find James Savaldor, the father she never wanted to meet again. As fate forces their paths to cross, secrets unravel, hearts collide, and both must confront a past that refuses to stay buried. In a story of love, redemption, and unwavering maternal courage, Sarah and James must navigate guilt, desire, and the lengths one will go to protect the ones they love. But can a fractured past ever truly give way to a future together?

My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

The night before my wedding, I was in a terrible car accident. I fell into a coma, and my body was broken and bruised. While I lay unconscious, my fiancé called off the engagement and married his childhood sweetheart instead. My mother went to demand justice on my behalf—but never made it back. She died in a sudden, brutal accident along the way. In that moment of chaos, it was my childhood friend who stepped in. He knelt on one knee outside the hospital with a wedding gift of a hundred thousand dollars and quietly handled my mother's funeral. I was wheeled into surgery. I lived, but was left with a permanent disability. And still, he promised to stay by my side, for life. I was deeply moved. We got married. But five years later, I overheard him talking to his secretary. "Mr. Davidson, you arranged for someone to hit your wife with a car, just so Lucy could marry the one she loved. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?" "For Lucy, there's nothing I wouldn't do. I've already given Ruby the rest of my life. Isn't that enough?" I covered my mouth, holding back a sob. Only then did I realize—the marriage I believed in had been a lie all along. So be it. I'll disappear and let him be with the woman he truly loves.

The story follows a person transported to another world as a dwarf named Karma. While living a quiet life in this new realm, Karma encounters Freya, a succubus Demon Lord, who commands him to undertake a seemingly impossible task: assist her in completing her mission in this world. Freya presents Karma with a stark choice—ascend the Sky Tower of Doom to kill her or remain in the tower and love her for eternity. As Karma grapples with this dilemma, he meets Mirai, the world’s hero, who is desperately hunting him to obtain the Black Crystal embedded in his body. Mirai pleads with Karma to sacrifice his life for the sake of humanity and her mission on this planet. However, when Karma refuses, she offers an alternative: she’ll stop attacking him if he agrees to join her and live peacefully in the city of humans. Caught between the conflicting demands and missions imposed by the goddess on both the Demon Lord and the hero, Karma is thrust into a chaotic, nerve-wracking, and relentless adventure that upends his tranquil existence, forever altering his peaceful life.

I've returned to the Ashcroft family for three years. All three homecoming parties have ended in failure. At the first party, I was accused of stealing a watch in front of the guests. Because of that, I became the entire elite society's laughingstock. In the second party, I was pushed into a swimming pool. As such, I suffered from a high fever and was comatose for three days. It almost killed me. In the third party, a forged paternity test was hurled in my face. My own mother announced that she had cut all ties with me on the spot. Every party ended with the fake heir, Everest Ashcroft, bursting into tears and admitting his mistakes. But the entire family kept telling me, "Everest is deathly afraid of you obtaining our love meant for him. That's why he threw a small tantrum. "You're already acknowledged as a son of the Ashcrofts. Why must you keep latching onto this matter so pettily?" In the fourth party held on the fourth year, Everest threatens to off himself. In order to save him, I fall from the rooftop, causing my right leg to suffer from a comminuted fracture. My entire family huddles around Everest, who's obviously shaken, and keeps showering him with love and care. The butler is ordered to pass on their message to me. "Know your place. Do not disturb Everest when he's in bedrest." As I caress my broken leg, I keep laughing until tears stream down my cheeks. It's not that Everest doesn't want the Ashcrofts to give away their love to me. It's just that the Ashcrofts don't want to acknowledge me as a part of them at all. In that case, I might as well leave this family permanently.

Le rogué a mi esposo trescientas cuatro veces que me acompañara. Finalmente aceptó venir conmigo para cumplir el último deseo de mi padre, caminar junto al mar antes de despedirse de este mundo. Pero mientras yo esperaba en la orilla, sentada junto a la silla de ruedas, la temperatura del cuerpo de mi padre se iba apagando poco a poco… y Javier nunca apareció. Ese mismo día, Renata publicó una foto en sus redes sociales. Él estaba con ella, mirando las nubes en la pradera, como si nada más existiera. —Lejos del mundo, mientras estés tú. Sin querer, le di me gusta… y enseguida él me escribió para reclamarme. —¿Cuántas veces tengo que decirte que no molestes a Renata? Si no sabes controlarte, entonces divorciémonos. No recuerdo cuántas veces había usado el divorcio para amenazarme. Solo sé que esa vez… me cansé de escucharlo. Mi padre murió sin verlo llegar. Y yo, por primera vez en ocho años de matrimonio, dejé de insistir. —Está bien —respondí—. Divorciémonos.