Joe Jonas Fan Fiction

*NO UPDATES ON SUNDAYS* Two months. Claire only asked two more months from her ignorant husband to save her marriage from falling apart. She loved him too much to let him go. Hunter MacIntyre was reluctant that it would change anything between them. He could never bring himself to fall for Claire while his heart belonged to someone else. But he anyway agreed, and much to Claire's determination, it worked out between them. Hunter was slowly coming out of his aloofness and showing his tender side to her. However, on the much awaited day of their second marriage anniversary, Hunter abandoned her to be with his ex-girlfriend. "It was all a pretense to save myself from going through that wife-hunting shit again after our divorce, Claire. But now she's back. Sign the divorce papers and set me free. I want to be with the true love of my life." She bit back a curse and nodded sternly, "Fine! If that's what you want, I'll set you free. But don't come crawling back to me in the future. Because I won't accept you." Six months later, indeed he came back to her! Want to know what Claire did with her ex-husband? Start reading now;) Ps. At moments you'll hate Claire for her decisions, but trust me, every decision has a motive behind it (which you will love certainly;) (Trigger warning: there might be scenes some may find heartbreaking/disturbing/annoying etc. Please beware. It's a work of fiction and purely meant for entertainment. If you can't handle betrayal, divorce, panic attacks, depression, etc than do not pick up this book. You've been warned! Rest others, who like a spicy story with lots of drama, welcome;)

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.

Mature Audience Only "Beg me for it," he demanded, rubbing my wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you right here on the side of the road." I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me." He chuckled darkly. "Not good enough," he said, his fingers dipping inside me, teasing me with shallow thrusts. "Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how badly you want my cock splitting you open, making you scream." I was panting now, my body burning with need. "Please," I begged louder, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please fuck me. I'm so empty, I need you to fill me up. I need your big, hard cock stretching me, making me yours." "Mmm, that's more like it," he praised, removing his fingers from my pussy. I whined at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Wet Desires is a seductive book of short stories that will leave you breathless, flushed, and craving more. Within these pages, fantasies come alive—each tale exploring the raw, unfiltered heat of passion in its most intimate forms. Sensual, daring, and unapologetically erotic, this collection is your invitation to indulge without restraint… because some desires are meant to be satisfied. This work is a collection of adult fiction intended for mature audiences 18 years and older only. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and depictions of dark, taboo, and morally questionable themes, including elements of dominance, submission, power exchange, and non-traditional relationships.

"You think you can humiliate me like this?!” he shouted, his voice breaking. “First, you disappear. Then you show up here, on my wedding day, with my father?!” "Are you sure I disappeared?" I smirked. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Phones were out, cameras flashing like lightning. Kael rose slowly from his knee with the ring on his hand, his towering frame making Chad look like a child throwing a tantrum. His expression was pure ice. “Watch your tone,” Kael said, his voice low and dangerous. “No!” Chad barked, stepping closer. His eyes were wild, spittle flying from his mouth. “You think you can replace me with her? You’re pathetic, old man! She’s using you, and you’re too blinded to see it!” "She's my wife now!" Kael growls. His gaze hardening. ******** Amy Stone thought she had it all: beauty, a self-made empire and a fiancé, who lived in a different city. Amy stayed loyal and true to Chad, even though this sparked constant loneliness for her. On the day she was supposed to meet him, he discharged her feelings, leaving her desires unmet. Betrayal hit most when she discovered her very best friend was the master mind. They left her for dead, thrown in a deadly piranha river to die, they stole her company, and built a life on her ruin. Amy survived, thanks to a charm bracelet she always wore since her mom's death. Now, she’s back. She is not weak this time, she is a powerful heiress. Her first move: seduce and marry Kael Woods, Chad’s father. A cold and ruthless tycoon who trusts no one. ****Trigger warning**** This story contains explicit content, and strong language, but it's definitely worth daring to read. hence proceed if you are a fan of spicy stories.***

Inès, 19 ans, est une jeune fille discrète, rêveuse, et pleine de douceur. Depuis le lycée, elle n’a d’yeux que pour Rayane, son premier amour, son évidence. Ils vivent une relation intense, faite de promesses murmurées au creux des silences et d’instants suspendus. Pour elle, il est l’homme de sa vie. Pour lui… elle n’en est pas si sûre. Quand elle découvre qu’elle est enceinte, Inès croit d’abord à un miracle déguisé. Un signe que leur amour est assez fort pour devenir une famille. Mais Rayane, lui, ne partage pas cet espoir. À la nouvelle, il se ferme, recule, puis fuit. Il la quitte avec quelques mots froids, et l’abandonne face à une vie qui change brutalement. Brisée, rejetée, et déjà jugée par son entourage, Inès doit apprendre à se reconstruire seule, à aimer ce bébé qu’elle porte comme un rappel douloureux… et une force inattendue. Son glow up ne sera pas seulement physique, mais émotionnel, intérieur. Ce que Rayane pensait briser devient le point de départ d’une renaissance. Entre douleurs, combats silencieux et lumière retrouvée, Inès apprendra à ne plus attendre qu’on la sauve. À ne plus mendier l’amour, mais à l’incarner. Et peut-être… à découvrir qu’une nouvelle forme d’amour peut fleurir là où l’ancien a fané. “Il est parti. Je suis restée. Mais je ne suis plus la même.”

I am Maybelline Mia Park. Actually hindi ko alam kung bakit Maybelline ang unang pangalan ko, siguro big fan ang Mommy ko ng Maybelline make-up o baka naman uso talaga ang Maybelline products o di kaya wala lang talagang ibang maisip ang parents ko ng magandang pangalan. I really hate being called Maybelline dahil hindi naman ako mukhanag lipstick o face powder o eyeshadow o kung ano ano pa mang make-up na meron sila. Kung tinatanong ng iba ang pangalan ko, sinasabi ko lang "Mia Park." Short and decent. I am the epitome of clumsiness. Kahit ano ang gawin ko hindi ako ume-excel. Kahit saan ako magpunta palagi akong nadidisgrasya. Not actually disgrasya katulad ng nasagasaan o kaya nahulog sa building. Sa awa ng Panginoon hindi pa nangyari sa'kin ang ganun ka lalang sakuna. Maliit na disgrasya lang naman kagaya ng nadudulas, nahuhulog sa canal, mabuhusan ng tubig, natapunan ng pagkain. Can you still consider it small accidents? Kakambal ko na siguro ang .malas'. Sanay nadin naman ako sa mga hindi magandang nangyayari sa'kin sa pang araw-araw. Uggh!! ..but so much for that. Ever since nakita 'tong si Mr. Handsome and Mr. Hot sa mall nong gumala kami with my friends, hindi na ako napakali kaya hinanap ko talaga siya. Sinuyod ko ang buong town para lang malaman kung anong pangalan niya, san siya nakatira at sang school siya pumapasok. Well, di naman ako nabigo at nalaman ko din ang mga impormasyong gusto kong malaman. Then guess what? I transferred to livingstone Univeristy kung san siya nag-aaral ofcourse with my friends. Hindi naman din kasi sila magpapaiwan. I did everything para lang mapansin niya ako.

Il prend du chocolat fondu sur la table et il me l'étale sur le ventre , il le lèche délicatement , puis , il en reprend encore qu'il étale cette fois-ci sur mes cuisses . - Tu es délicieuse ma chérie . - Et toi , tu es parfait . Il me remonte dessus pour me remplir de sa queue . - Hum - Hooo . Il m'embrasse passionnément , mais , il ne s'arrête il continue à me prendre doucement . - Je t'aime . - Je t'aime aussi ....Humm....oui.... vas-y... plus fort... Après une heure de passion , nous prenons une douche ensemble . Je suis réveillée par une douleur à la poitrine , j'ouvre les yeux et je suis surprise de voir mon mari au-dessus de moi , TENANT UN COUTEAU À LA MAIN . Je ne comprends pas , que se passe-t-il ?Je me rends compte qu'il me POIGNARDE encore et encore . Je suis tétanisée par la peur et la douleur mais surtout par l'incompréhension . Que fait-il ? Mais pourquoi me fait-il celà ? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ? C'est mon mari ou est-ce que je me trompe ? C'est ma confusion qui fait que je le confond avec celui qui est en train de me tuer . Ce roman est pour un public averti : interdit aux moins de 21 ans . Âmes sensibles s'abstenir . Compilation d'histoires de Meurtres de femmes et d'hommes un peu partout dans le monde . Qui les tuent ? pourquoi ? Quelle est l'histoire derrière ces meurtres ? Découvrez des histoires de victimes de meurtres , les raisons et les conséquences dévastatrices sur ces familles qui ont perdu des êtres chers . Ceci est de la fiction toute ressemblance avec un fait passé n'est que coïncidence .