Jehovah Witness Bedroom Laws

For the ninth time, my wife chose to have an abortion for the sake of her ailing first love. This time, I did not stop her. Even when my grandfather flew into a fit of rage, his heart faltering as he called me a disgrace to the family, I stayed silent. The truth was that I had already decided to divorce her. In three days, I'd be leaving for Westmarch to begin my research. Until then, I have decided to grant her every wish. If she wanted me to hand over a promotion so her first love could take the credit, I gave it up without hesitation. If she wanted to bring him home to rest, I vacated the master bedroom on the spot. She beamed with satisfaction, praising me for finally learning to be "sensible." She promised that once he recovered, she would give me a child of my own. However, what she did not know was that there would be no next time.

By day, Carlotta spins stories. By night, she serves drinks. Her life was simple. Until her good-for-nothing brother offered her as collateral to pay off a massive gambling debt to a ruthless underground casino. Now she's the reluctant fiancée of a powerful mafioso rumored to have a cruel streak... and a bedroom secret that's the talk of the criminal underworld: erectile dysfunction. Carlotta would've found it funny if it weren't her life on the line. To make things worse, fate throws in another complication: her dangerously attractive new driver-slash-bodyguard. With abs worthy of a thirst trap and a face that screams "Asgardian demigod". He's the kind of temptation a woman in her situation absolutely does not need. Just when she thinks it couldn't get more absurd, her cold, mysterious fiancé summons her to his penthouse suite with one chilling demand: He wants a taste of what's been promised. Her.

One night. One witness. One life-changing mistake. I was never supposed to be in that alley. I was never supposed to see Ruan "Reaper" Montague, the cold-blooded president of the Iron Skulls MC, execute a traitor. Now, the man with the silver eyes and tattooed skin has a Choice: kill me to protect his club, or keep me to satisfy his darkest desires. I thought I’d be his prisoner, but Reaper has other plans. In his world, there are no laws, only his word. He hasn't just taken my freedom; he has claimed my soul. I’m the girl who saw too much, and he’s the monster who won't let me go. I am no longer a witness... I am his property.

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD UNTIL THE BEAUTIFUL SILENCE AND HIS YOUNG LUNA (EXCLUSIVELY ON DREAME) ARE COMPLETE The world of werewolves must remain a secret at all costs. After a great war that almost led to their extinction, human mates were outlawed. Things were peaceful for a time...until they weren't. King Regan Conway is a descendant of the first king. The one who led the werewolves to victory over the humans. He helps to enforce the wolf laws and keep their world a secret. So what happens when he has a moment of weakness and makes a grave mistake? Dominique Lang was your typical woman until she met Regan. Then her life turned upside down and she was thrusted into a world of secrecy. Will she be able to stick with Regan through it all or will she be able to turn her back?

My life changed forever when a single glance triggered the wild instincts of a werewolf, making him relentlessly chase me to be his mate. I ended up stuck in a stranger's house, forced to witness his transformation into a powerful wolf. Now, stuck together, our lives are all tangled up, and I'm faced with the scary truth that there's no way out of this new life for either of us. The world I knew was slipping away, but my strong spirit refused to give up. I have to use all my strength and smarts to outwit a relentless predator and navigate the tricky road that lies before me. But there is a question: will I give in to the dangerous forces at play, or will I find the guts to fight back?

Kenneth's original intention is to take away Candy to save the marriage of Gabriel and Karen but during Candy's stay in his house, he eventually became attracted and fell in love to the beauty of Candy. Candy who has been hated Kenneth from the very first time that they met tried to hide her unwanted feeling for him. Fortunately, between hate and love relationship the two become one in union of marriage. However, Candy found out that Kenneth was just using her to finally inherit the company and he was planning to divorce her after two years when his ex-girlfriend, Camille Ramirez, came back from her career jouney. Another misfortune happened to Candy when one night after they returned from their honeymoon, she was rape right inside their matrimonial bedroom but the worst thing is, she didn't know who is the man in the dark. After all this misery and heartache could their true heart desire prevails?

In the fifth year of being Mrs. Cloud, my brother-in-law passed away. My mother, stressed by the thought of my older sister spending her youth in widowhood, wanted her to have a child with the help of my husband. I refused outright, but my protests were useless. My mother brought people to block the door, and I was left to watch helplessly as my husband and my half-sister entered the bedroom together. "She's your sister. What's the harm in letting her have him?" I thought that my husband couldn't possibly do anything with my sister since she was family. I thought he would draw the line, out of decency, out of respect. However, as time passed, my heart grew cold. Only then did I realize that I was the only one who cared about this matter. While I clutched our daughter in my arms and cried in silent devastation, he was going at it with my sister.

To save my father-in-law, I donated a kidney—but on the very day I was discharged, she didn't hesitate for a second to shove me into the guest room. "Those centipede-like scars are disgusting. Don't show yourself to me again!" In the dead of night, my wound tore open. I collapsed into a pool of blood, dialing her number 100 times, desperate for help. She hung up every single time. Meanwhile, the master bedroom echoed with Theo Reynold's low, passionate growls. In that instant, every ounce of strength drained from me. When I was admitted to the hospital, I held the military medal my mother had left me on her deathbed. That was when I remembered the woman even the mayor bowed to when she walked into a room. Without thinking, I dialed the long-forgotten number. "Commander Jennings, you once said you owed my mother a debt of gratitude. Now… I want you to marry me."

[WARNING: This story is a reverse harem and contains extremely explicit scenes. Read at your own risk.] Nikole Castellaneta is rich, stubborn, domineering, and a brat. Being an only daughter of a billionaire, she always gets what she wants. When her boyfriend cheated on her, she immediately got a new apple of the eye, Cross—her father's business consultant. She heard Cross doesn't have a penchant for virgins, and he never liked her. Little did he know, Nikole would do everything to bed him, by hook or crook. But her ultimate problem—she is inexperienced. Then she created a harem to enhance her sexuality. Nikole recruited Clive, a CEO of an architectural firm, and Julian, her bodyguard. She wants to learn the bedroom etiquette for Cross. Her best friend, Kaden, is totally against it. But she proceeds anyway. She hopes that her heart is ready, too. Because the consequences are unbearable to handle…

I had been married to James Tennant for seven years. In that time, he had already kept twenty-nine mistresses, like pretty little canaries in gilded cages. Now, I saw the thirtieth one in our bedroom, young and draped in nothing but a bath towel, lounging across our bed. I turned to him and asked coldly, “Can’t get enough out there, huh? Did you really have to bring her home?” The girl deliberately tugged her towel lower, her pale skin showing as she sneered, “Mr. Tennant says you’re like a dead corpse in bed! He wanted me to teach you how to please a man.” That night, I was forced to watch their little performance right in front of me. The next morning, James was furious at my indifference, resenting me for not reacting. However, he seemed to forget that our marriage was nothing but a contract, and in just one week, that contract would expire.