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(Warning 21+) Annelise Fischer, seorang wanita berusia 28 tahun, terjebak dalam tekanan utang dan kesulitan menemukan pekerjaan di Jakarta. Ketika undangan pernikahan mantan kekasihnya, Anthony, tiba, luka lama kembali terbuka, mengingatkan Annelise pada kisah cinta yang pernah menghancurkannya. Enam bulan sebelumnya, dalam upaya mengubah nasib, Annelise melakukan perjalanan ke Surabaya untuk wawancara kerja di sebuah perusahaan hiburan besar. Namun, hidupnya berubah sejak insiden di bandara, di mana dia tanpa sengaja menumpahkan jus jambu merah ke celana seorang pria asing, Logan Blackwood. Takdir mempertemukan mereka kembali di pesawat, dan setelah malam penuh turbulensi—baik di udara maupun di hati—mereka terlibat dalam hubungan one-night stand. Semua berubah ketika Annelise diterima bekerja di perusahaan besar milik Logan, yang ternyata adalah CEO sekaligus pria yang mengisi malam tak terlupakannya. Hubungan profesional mereka yang canggung perlahan berubah menjadi hubungan rahasia yang penuh gairah. Logan, yang selalu tampil dingin dan arogan, mulai menunjukkan sisi protektif dan perhatiannya pada Annelise, sementara Annelise berjuang menahan perasaannya di bawah tekanan pekerjaan. Perlahan, Annelise pun menyerah pada godaan yang semakin sulit diabaikan. Setiap interaksi mereka, baik di ruang rapat maupun setelah jam kerja, penuh dengan ketegangan sensual. Di balik tembok kaca kantor, di sela jadwal kerja yang padat, hasrat terpendam mereka meledak dalam pertemuan-pertemuan rahasia. Namun, di tengah gairah yang membara, dunia korporat yang kejam dan gosip tak terelakkan mulai mengancam hubungan mereka. Note : Follow akun goodnovel Biebiefenimmm. Instagram author biebiefenim_author 🌹 FB: Biebiefenim Author untuk info lebih lanjut agar tahu ilustrasi seluruh karakter dan kisi-kisi update terbaru. Thanks reader, Salam Sayangg dari Author 😘

🔞🔞🔞 My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"Sherman...Sherman Colton," I managed to mutter, my voice quivering from a combination of exhaustion and worry. The name surfaced from the depths of my consciousness, unexpected yet purposeful. As I felt my awareness fade, a lingering feeling of unease settled within me. I didn't just say that name in response to a question; it was more like a desperate plea, a fragment of worry for the man whose image and reputation I was afraid I had ruined in the chaotic events that had taken place. As I surrendered to the embrace of unconsciousness, a deep uncertainty gripped my soul, unsure if I would ever wake up to the light of another day. I whispered, "Mr.Colton, I didn't break your trust." ........................................................................... Within the luxurious Elite Oaks Resort, Zara Tahel, the unassuming housekeeper, found herself thrust into a passionate whirlwind of destiny. Her heartache led her to cancel her wedding when she uncovered her lover's affair with his superior. Little did she know, her life was about to take a captivating turn. In her bridal gown's elegance, Zara collided with Sherman Colton, the charismatic CEO of the resort. Their encounter was electric, sparking a photograph that set the world buzzing with intrigue. But their chemistry was undeniable, a passionate connection that smoldered. Sherman offered an arrangement, one fraught with desire and hidden longing. As their worlds intertwined, the question hung in the air: Was their deal just a façade to protect his reputation, or had a deep, secret attraction ignited since that unforgettable moment? Amidst moonlit nights and stolen moments at Elite Oaks Resort, Zara and Sherman embarked on a passionate journey, testing the limits of love and desire. Their hearts danced to a melody of fervent ardor, setting their worlds ablaze with irresistible chemistry.

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. “Room for one more?” Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. “Fuck, he’s taking us all,” Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

When Elyssa's mom married Greg Almendarez - a wealthy businessman who lifted them from modest means into a world of luxury, their lives were irrevocably changed. But that glamour came with a shock she never saw coming: Theo, her new stepbrother - furious, arrogant, and spoiled who hated her for a reason she could never fathom. Their constant bickering ignited the moment they moved into the sprawling mansion. He teased her, mocked her, seized every chance to make her feel small, yet beneath every cutting word, a current of attraction pulled them so fiercely neither could look away. She'd catch fleeting glimpses of his muscular frame as he lifted weights or swam, each accidental view sparking a flutter of desire she quickly suppressed. Theo, in return, watched her from afar, his gaze lingering on how her loose clothes draped over her curvy body, finding her impossibly alluring. One night, a misunderstanding sent him into a rage; he burst into her room unannounced and froze when he saw her naked. The image burned into his memory, haunting his dreams and awakening a desire too intense to deny. The next time they fought, Theo's annoyance curdled into something else. Instead of lashing out, he pulled her close and drastically kissed her leaving her stunned. Then came the night when trust and passion collided, and she gave her virginity to the man she'd once hated above all others. Can they resist their feelings and attraction knowing they're stepsiblings? Can they hold back their lust and longing? And what happens if their parents find out? Will they fight for this forbidden pull, or surrender their hearts to spare their parents from hurt and pain?

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy """""''''''' " Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them, trapping her with his hands against the wall. The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were. Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she didn't like the way her body reacted to him but she had no control over it. She clenched her fist with her gaze fixed on him, and his on her, his silver-grey eye terrorized her but she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. He leaned closer toward her ears and she finally let out her breath but the relief was short-lived as she felt his breath on her skin, causing a chill to run down her spine. "I don't care what image you've built to convince.." He whispered, his voice raspy as his words trailed off after which he continued."But, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you so much as pose a threat to his life."

At Manatee high, where wealth whispers through the marble halls and last names open doors, Emma Carter stands out for all the wrong reasons. She’s there on a scholarship — smart, quiet, and completely out of place among the designer uniforms and polished smiles. Her father works long hours as a construction worker, and her mother’s absence still echoes through every choice she makes. All Emma wants is to survive senior year unnoticed. Connor Hayes Charming, confident, and born into old money, he moves through school like he owns it — because, in a way, he does. But behind the perfect image lies someone quietly restless, bored of the shallow routines and expectations his family forces on him. When a class project throws Emma and Connor together, their worlds collide. What starts as polite conversation turns into stolen glances, late-night talks, and moments that make Emma question everything she’s been taught about people like him. For the first time, Connor finds someone who doesn’t care about his last name — someone who sees him. But no everyone is happy about it ,The whispers start. And soon, Emma isn’t sure if she’s part of Connor’s world — or just an experiment in rebellion. As emotions deepen, the line between love and heartbreak blurs. Emma learns that privilege comes with its own cages, and Connor realizes that sincerity can’t be bought. Together, they must decide whether what they have can survive the pressure of judgment, jealousy, and fear — or if love alone isn’t enough to bridge two very different worlds. “Emma and Connor” is a coming-of-age romance about class, courage, and finding where you belong — even when the world tells you that you don’t.

Blurb. Logline. A ruthless billionaire known as “The Devil” offers Paige the one thing she needs to save a child, but the price is her freedom, reputation, and heart. Paige Harper never wanted a billionaire’s ring, she wanted to keep a promise. When her best friend dies, Paige vows to raise the baby she left behind like her own. But the system is cruel to single women with empty bank accounts, and love alone isn’t enough to win an adoption case. One desperate lie during an interview changes everything: Paige claims she is engaged. The problem? The man she names is her boss. Dante De Luca is a ruthless billionaire CEO the media calls The Devil. He is Cold, powerful, and untouchable, he doesn’t tolerate betrayal, especially not from his personal assistant. When Paige’s lie makes global headlines, she is certain she will be fired. Instead, Dante makes her an offer she can’t refuse. He will give her the ring, the money, and the public image she needs to secure the adoption, but only if she agrees to be his fiancée in every way that matters. Public appearances. Private nights. Absolute obedience. And a contract that binds her life to his. Paige accepts, knowing she is selling herself to save a child. What she doesn’t expect is Dante’s possessive gaze, the tenderness he shows the baby behind closed doors, or the dangerous way fake feelings start to feel real. And when Paige discovers the devastating truth behind Dante’s plan, she must choose between the man who owns her future and the child who owns her heart. Because loving the devil was never part of the promise, and walking away from him might cost her everything.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Domenico Pietro de Cerintti, in the eyes of everyone was the good boy, the sacrificial lamb, the one who attended all the classes and obeyed all the rules, the one who would not let a puppy get run over by a car, the one who didn't have a girl in his bed every Friday night, the one who didn't smirk, the one who girls liked but never wanted, the one who girls used and dumped, the one who wasn't badass. He lived with that image, was content with it even with the bullying until a certain day when they crossed the line, the one line they were never to cross. He disappeared. And appeared months later, in college; the college that had a good percent of his highschool student in attendance; changed, for the worse. Rosetta D'armani, one of his mates in highschool and now his mate in college, who never bullied him but who also never saved him from the bullies. She was, as defined by the male folk, hot, sexy, drool worthy. She saw him on his first day back and lusted after him. She followed him, sought after him, chased after him with every breath in her. He made her lick his heels. After all he was badass now. He smirked now, he had girls in his bed not only every Friday night but every night, the girls wanted him, he used and dumped them now, he was badass. But oh...those bullies didn't know his definition of badass. Badass for him meant revenge. He would revenge on each one of them including his beloved girlfriend. He'd show them just how hot badass burned. One mysterious girl, one desperate girl, one perfect girl and one revengeful boy. ???