If My Memory Serves Me Right

Violence Wilson yang kehilangan seluruh ingatannya terjebak dalam mimpi buruk di sebuah desa kecil nan terpencil. Teror pembunuhan menghantui satu desa dan tanpa ia sadari sang pelaku berasal dari masa lalunya yang kelam. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi? Akankah Violence menemukan kembali potongan ingatannya? Tolong aku!

Mia Anderson was known for her nonstop drinking addiction. With a strong will to make a life-changing diction that gave her the determination to be a successful businesswoman. With only small part-time jobs, Mia was able to earn a little money. With her mindset on a more Exclusive job, Mia signed up for an accounting position But unfortunately, with her terrifying background, which meant she has been rejected that opportunity evolved with her going back to her old habits that later turned into a terrifying experience she never thought would happen.

♡ I could see the pain flicker in his eyes when he finally said: "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore, Amari." ♡ Amari Vasilios, the CEO of the fast growing Advertising Company in California, got her heart broken by her best friend five years ago. She never thought that out of all the people her best friend, Zane Shaw, would be the one who would break her heart first... only because of a girl he had known for FOUR MONTHS. She was livid and she still is. She ignored and tried to avoid him as much as possible and for the past five years it worked. But now. Now she's staring at the invitation letter in her hand. It was a wedding invitation. From her brother and his fiancee. She had to go home. She had to go back to New York and attend the wedding. Attending the wedding means seeing him again. Attending the wedding means seeing the person she had successfully avoid for five years.

Catherine is a young woman blessed with everything a girl ever wants. Beautiful, exotic cars, designer wears and jewelry. Regardless of these she feels incomplete, like something is missing to make her life perfect. On her quest to find the answer, she found Adam. Her handsome, cold hearted, and arrogant boss. Could this cold hearted beast be her missing part, or is it something else?

When Lexi realises nobody has the power to turn her on like her high school bully she pays him a visit but ends up getting more than she bargained for.

They called her life’s work trash. Then they fired her from her job. Now, she’ll rewrite the rules of the afterlife itself. Elara Vance, after being fired from her dream job, comes home to find her boyfriend and her sister in a compromising position on her sofa. Fleeing the scene, she runs into traffic and wakes up…not dead, but conscripted. The rules of the Survival Game are simple: as a newly deceased soul, you must provide entertainment, “fancy” deaths for a cosmic audience. The penalty for refusal is true, final obliteration. Elara’s only hope is Cipher, a mysterious man who knows the Game better than anyone. He is also “Aethon”—the revolutionary AI she personally coded and deleted. The creation she abandoned is now her only guide. To survive, this anxiety-ridden horror writer must team up with her greatest regret. To win, they must do more than beat the system. They must tear it down and write a new one.

Erotic stories that can rekindle the flame within each of us: desire. Prohibited for minors, very hot scene. Experience intense moments of desire and let the pleasure consume you.

"I hate you! Damn it, I love you..." "I know you do..." Everything will change in a life of a 22 years old blondy Jessica Miller when she moves to college in Seatlle, Washington to become a surgeon. Meeting a 31 years old Mike Dupont, Jessica's life will turn upside down.

My husband had lost interest in me for many years. My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband. However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”