Novel & Cerita Jimmy Neutron X Hungry Pumpkin

"You let another man touch what belongs to me?" Lucian’s hand, a possessive vice, encircled her throat. "How dare you? You're mine. The next man who lays a finger on you will beg for death." Lyra’s bitter laugh filled the silence. "Since when do you care? Wasn't I your 'land whale'? Your 'disgusting she-hippopotamus'?" CRACK. His fist splintered the plaster beside her head. "I. FUCKING. CARED. You were always MINE." "I counted every breath you took in his arms," Lucian whispered, his lips grazing the scar he’d given her. "Now he'll count his as I carve them out." Lyra stood unyielding. "You discarded me like trash. He picked up the pieces." The mirror shattered as he hurled her against it. "I WAS SAVING YOU." From what? The forced marriage? The night she miscarried, utterly alone? Lucian’s "care" came too late. Lyra never wanted this marriage—a gilded cage to a billionaire who systematically broke her. But with her mother’s life hanging by a thread, she sold herself to the monster who devoured her soul. Lucian crushed her, made her beg for scraps of dignity. Then, his best friend offered everything Lucian withheld—gentle hands, tender words, a love that didn't wound. Lucian returned. Now, he's a shadow, everywhere: watching her with hungry eyes, touching her with possessive hands, swearing this time will be different. He pleaded, on his knees, for her heart. But Lyra knows better. She’s uncovered three explosive truths: Lucian's first wife wasn't just gone; she was murdered. Her sister didn't disappeared. And the most dangerous lie of all? She's been sleeping with it. Game over? Or game just beginning? As Lucian's obsession escalates and the past claws its way back, Lyra will choose between revenge, accept or reject.

He spread her thighs wider with firm hands, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin inches from where she needed him most. “Look at this pretty little pussy,” he said, voice reverent. “So wet for your stepdad. So needy.” Lila moaned, hips lifting toward him instinctively. He pressed one thick finger along her slit—slow, teasing, gathering her wetness without pushing inside. “You’re going to show me again. Put your fingers where mine are.” She obeyed, sliding two fingers down to circle her clit. The touch was electric with him watching. ~~~~~~~~ WARNING: 18+ This book is HOT and very adult-only. It has lots of steamy daddy kink, taboo age-gap stories, "good girl" praise, claiming, punishments that feel good, and explicit scenes. Everyone in the stories is a consenting adult 18+. Pure fantasy fun. If you're under 18, please skip this one. Imagine a big, strong Daddy who can't stop wanting you. He calls you his little pet. He makes you feel so good when you obey. In these 500 hot stories, older men take charge. Strict stepdads, protective guardians, powerful guys—they all claim their sweet, naughty girls. Age gaps make everything hotter. One look is enough to ignite something neither of them can resist. Soft "good girl" words turn into hungry kisses. Punishments feel amazing. He holds you tight, fills you up, and whispers you're his forever. Every story is quick, dirty, and full of that daddy heat—praise that makes you melt, rough hands that feel perfect, nights where you beg for more. All fantasy. All adults saying yes. All so addictive. If you love thinking "Yes, Daddy" and feeling wanted, this huge collection is for you. Start reading... he won't let you stop. 18+ only. Get ready to feel your thighs clench and your pulse race.

Three years earlier, my adoptive parents were arrested for human trafficking, and the police finally tracked down my biological family. However, tragedy struck before they could bring me home. They were involved in a car accident on their way to pick me up. My parents and younger sister were killed instantly. Only my older brother, Derrick, survived because he had been working overtime that night. Not long after the accident, he was diagnosed with ALS. When we finally met, hatred filled his eyes. “If it were not for you, our family would still be together.” From that moment, I carried the weight of three deaths on my shoulders. I also took responsibility for the debt left behind by the accident, along with the rest of Derrick’s life. I dropped out of school and worked four jobs at the same time. When I felt hungry, I survived on cheap bread. When I became sick, I endured it and kept going. Every dollar I earned went toward Derrick’s medication. For three years, that was my life. Until one day, while delivering food to a private club, I saw the person who was supposed to be bedridden at home, waiting for me to turn him over in bed. Derrick. He stood beside a billiards table with a cue in his hand. His movements were smooth, precise, and completely free. No trace of illness could be seen. He struck the cue ball cleanly. One of his friends laughed and said, “Derrick, you have been faking ALS for three years. Even if this was a test, do you not think it has gone on long enough?” Derrick lined up another shot without looking up. “Harriet was raised by traffickers for ten years. No one knows what she learned from them. How could we bring her back into the Lawson family without testing her first? “Besides, Sheila was terrified that we would abandon her once we found our real family. She cried about it more than once. We needed to give her time to adjust.” A flicker of discomfort crossed his friend’s face. “However, Harriet has worked herself to the bone to pay for your treatment.” Another ball dropped into a pocket. Derrick smiled, pleased with himself. “Sheila and my parents are flying back tomorrow. Once they arrive, I will arrange for Harriet to return to the Lawson family. After that, I will make it up to her.” I lowered my head as a burning sensation rose inside my nose. A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind. [Congratulations, Host. The Obsession Commission has been completed. Would you like to claim your reward?] I wiped away the blood that trickled from my nose. “Yes,” I replied quietly. “Claim it.” In three days, I would finally be going home. The Lawson family had never been the home I wanted.