Novel & Cerita Implantation Bleeding Stories

No connection. No acquaintance. In one night of passion with no expectations, strangers become intimately acquainted. Will one night of lust turn into their happy ever after? Is it simply lust or could it possibly be love at first site? A collection of short stories: four couples, one day, twenty-four passionate hours. "Strangers" is created by Stephanie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

**NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGE** If you are not into Adult and Mature Romance/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book. You will read amazing stories that will keep your imaginations alive. It will make your heart race and toes curl and make you relive some guilty moments.From office romance to friendship. You can find love anywhere

Sofia believed that love meant sacrifice. She gave her heart, her body, and even her future to the man she married. But the day she gave birth—bleeding, terrified, begging for help—she realized love was never supposed to hurt like this. Her baby was taken. Her cries were ignored. Her body felt like it was dying, and the only person who was supposed to protect her stood across the room… with another woman in his arms. Her mother-in-law tried to strangle her. Her husband told her to pack up or find her own way home—like she was nothing. But Sofia isn’t done. Not yet. She may be broken. She may be grieving. But she’s still breathing. And now, she has nothing left to lose.

Gesare walked into the hospital for a routine check up and walked out with a life shattering secret, she was fourteen weeks pregnant, which should have been impossible because she was still a virgin. When her ruthless stepmother throws her out, fate strikes again. A drunk driver leaves her broken and bleeding on the roadside. She wakes up in a hospital bed with a fractured leg and no idea that her nightmare is only the beginning. A devastating mistake during a routine exam changed everything. The child she carries is no accident, it is the only heir to billionaire powerhouse Dante Moretti. And whether she is ready or not, Gesare’s life is about to change in ways neither of them could have imagined. There are dangerous people after her, people who don't want the child she is carrying to be born and her only way of survival is Dante Moretti.

During childbirth, she suffered from excessive bleeding and her life was at stake. Her mother-in-law made a huge fuss outside the delivery room. “Save my precious grandchild!” She watched as her husband looked at her coldly and said to the doctor mercilessly, “Save the baby.” She was heartbroken at that very moment and swore to herself that if she could live through this, she would get a divorce!After the divorce, Hesper was surrounded by admirers and had troops of suitors following her. Rickard panicked!He scooped up the woman into his arms from her sea of suitors and pinned her against the wall. His extremely gorgeous face was tainted with regret. “Be good and listen to me. Let’s get married again tomorrow!”Hesper sneered. “Mr. Duval, I don’t love you anymore. Please have some self-respect!”

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

"I woke up in the villainess's bed, but the real nightmare was in my bathtub: a bleeding, unconscious Lycan King. In the original novel, Scarlett Thorne—the woman I’ve now become—claims this amnesiac beast as her fiancé to secure her power. Three months later, when his memories return, he tears her limb from limb. To survive, I must change the script. I’ll nurse him back to health under a fake identity, keep my distance, and disappear before he remembers who he truly is. But as the full moon approaches, the 'tame' man in my basement begins to hunt me with a gaze that is anything but forgetful. He's supposed to be my death sentence. Why does his touch feel like a soul-binding command?"

'So here I lay here in the cold, mentally shattered, physically broken, bleeding out and waiting for the sweet silence and darkness of death to come finally take its hold on me. A lot of things start to run through my head, things I don't want to think about right now. So I force myself to realize and accept one final bitter truth, he never loved me.' When Nova Storms meets her Mate, she prays for the best and expects the worst. Though her image of the worst was nothing compared to what he actually did to her. Unfortunately she didn't see it coming until it was too late. Left for dead, she waits. Cursing the Moon Goddess for her tortured life, when something unexpected happens; or someone I should say.

Warning: Adults Only (18+). Dive into these pages at your own risk—these stories are unapologetically steamy, filled with raw desire, intense passion, and explicit encounters that will set your pulse racing. If you’re under 18 or easily shocked, turn back now and for the rest enjoy the heat. Enter a world of forbidden desires and unbridled lust, it contains graphic BDSM.

Warning: This story contains BDSM steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.Recommended for readers who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth. ……. My father is a powerful politician. His enemies killed my mother. Now they want me. To keep me alive, he hires the most expensive security company in the city. Three men show up at my door and drag me to a secret beach house. Dante, Nikolai and Enzo My bodyguards. My captors. I’m a medical student. I’m supposed to study for exams, not stitch up gunshot wounds and listen to bloody stories that make my thighs press together. I should hate them.I should be begging to go home, not aching for the men that might destroy me. Instead, I let them pin me to the wall, big bodies caging me in, heat rolling off their skin as rough hands toy with the buttons of my shirt. One of them leans down and growls in my ear, “We’ve wanted to do this since the first day we laid eyes on you kitten”