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She's his flower, But also his rain. She's the beauty in his day, But also his night full of pain. - "When Noah looks at you, it's like he's been living in a black and white universe and he just saw colours for the first time. These past weeks not being able to talk to you, all the colour in his life just went away and it's back to black and white and all he's been trying to do is remember what life was like before he knew what colour was."

Ces trois hommes étaient de meilleurs amis depuis leurs années de lycée et ont passé une grande partie de leur enfance ensemble. À présent, ils sont adultes et ont chacun construit leur propre vie. Alex s'est uni à Clémentine, une femme d'une grande beauté, douce, compréhensive et dotée de nombreuses autres qualités. Ensemble, ils ont eu deux enfants et vivent en harmonie. Rokiny, quant à lui, a épousé Alida, une femme d'une grande beauté, remplie de toutes les bonnes qualités et digne de ce nom. Ils ont eu un garçon et deux filles. En ce qui concerne Talk, il n'a jamais réussi à maintenir une relation de couple stable. Que ce soit des problèmes ici ou là, chaque femme qui est entrée dans sa vie finissait par le quitter tôt ou tard. Talk est tout simplement un homme qui rencontre des difficultés dans toutes les facettes de la vie, si je puis m'exprimer ainsi. Ainsi, comme je viens de vous le décrire brièvement, telle était la situation de chacun d'entre eux avant que les problèmes ne surgissent. Mais quels problèmes exactement ? Talk, toujours en compagnie de ses deux amis, commence à les envier. Il se disait que comme il n'a pas pu trouver une femme qui accepte de partager sa vie, il ferait tout son possible pour amener ses amis au même niveau que lui, c'est-à-dire sans femme. Tel était l'objectif qu'il s'était fixé, et pour le mettre en action, il commença par le couple d'Alex, puis s'en prit à celui de Rokiny. Il devint simplement le destructeur des relations amoureuses des autres. Est-il parvenu à ses fins ? Cela reste à déterminer.

Warning: 18+ Only contains explicit scenes and adult languages featuring hard-core taboo erotica, young adults and sex with brother's best friends. This is an erotica collection containing stories of steamy, filthy romances. If you like reading naughty stories then this book is for you, get ready to feel the ultimate erotic excitement **** “Bet this is the biggest cock you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” She couldn’t talk, could only brace for me to fuck into her repeatedly. “OMG,” I cursed. “You’re so tight and hot, and you have the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.” “Frankie!” she cried out. “It hurts so good.” Yeah, it fucking did. I pulled out and pushed back in. “You little thing… with this tight, tiny pussy that’s justmadefor her big brother’s cock.” I couldn't control myself as I started thrusting in and out, fucking her too hard, too brutal, no doubt. But like my good girl, Saffa lay there and took it all. I made my best friend’s sister take every single inch of me. I wanted to go slow so this would last all fucking night, but I was too far gone. No amount of jerking off could ever tame my dark, twisted desire for my best friend’s little sister, and now that I was finally getting the real thing, I’d never want anything else. I thrusted deep into her, stretching her tiny cunt out even more, knowing that when I came, I was going to fill her up, then suck out my cum and make her drink it out of my mouth. Saffa cried out for more, begging me to fuck her harder. And I gave my best friend's little sister what she wanted.

"Three rules: Don't talk to me, Don't touch me, Stay out of my business." Hearing that from her supposed husband on their wedding night, Sasha White or rather Sasha Brown had to question herself about the meaning of marriage. Being married to the handsome billionaire, Michael Brown, Sasha couldn't explain her joy course as fate will have it, she had been crushing on him since their school days but couldn't pursue him due to the fact that it was know the whole school, that he is gay. ------------------------ Contains two books in the series.

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

(Dual-POV) Rae Poppy Howard Spencer is the figurehead of the Spencer family after the "untimely" death of her father, but the Spencer family is different than the Howard empire. The Spencers? Old money mafia. The Howards? Business entrepreneurs. Rae Spencer runs the Spencer family. Poppy Howard runs the Howard empire. It's a lot for her to juggle, but so is falling hard for her head of security. Talk about crossing lines with Leander Murphy, her Murphy, is supposed to keep her safe, not get in bed with the boss. But maybe, just maybe, some rules are meant to be broken.

After a mysterious fire destroys her life, Elena Rawlings is forced into a 100-day contract marriage with the ruthless Alexander Vance. The rules are simple: don't enter the East Wing, provide bi-weekly blood draws, and never talk to the woman in the mirrors. But as the line between high-tech science and dark obsession blurs, Elena discovers she isn't a wife, she’s a biological vessel for Alexander’s digital sister. In a house made of glass and lies, Elena must decide if she will run for her life or stay to conquer the man who owns her soul.

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.

"Setiap kenalan sama cewek, gue mengkategorikannya ke dalam lima jari. Apakah dia si Jempol yang sempurna, si Telunjuk yang mengagumkan, si Jari Tengah yang menggairahkan, si Jari Manis yang menggemaskan, dan si Kelingking yang bersahabat,"Entah sudah berapa teguk alkohol yang bersemayam di perut Cana. Lelaki berusia seperempat abad itu meracau di hadapan sahabatnya, Aubree, seorang penulis novel. Urusan Aubree sendiri menemui Cana lantaran dia ingin menyewa sound system untuk event launching novel besar-besarannya. Kebetulan, salah satu usaha keluarga besar Cana adalah penyewa alat musik dan sound system."Terus? Tipe mana yang bakal jadi istri lo?" Meski jengah dengan topik pembicaraannya, Aubree penasaran juga dengan jawaban Cana."Si Kuku," jawab Cana dengan tatapan mata yang belum fokus."Kuku?" Aubree mendelik."Yaa... Kuku. Kuku kan ada di lima jari. Jadi dia bisa jadi lima-limanya buat gue.""Hoo gitu, Can. Sudah dapat Si Kuku itu, Can?""Udah,""Siapa?"Sampai akhirnya, lelaki itu menunjuk Aubree, "You!"Siapa yang menduga jika apa yang diceritakan Cana kepada Aubree semalam suntuk ini membuat lelaki ini merasa kartu ASnya digenggam oleh Aubree. Dilihat dari kategori yang diciptakan Cana pun, Aubree memang unik.Wajar dan mungkin memang benar...Dia unik.Dia si kuku lima jari.

“are you ok” Halley says through mindlink. “no I need to get out of here” I reply “what’s wrong” “that’s my brother” I say, panicked “sh.it" she says out loud “Just stay here, and I will sneak off. If he’s here, Shane might be, too. He’s your mate, you have to talk to him” “I’m not going to be his mate” she says out loud, sh.it. Why couldn’t she use her inner voice “sorry” she looks at me and shrugs, realising she said it out loud. Sam looks around confused “what’s wrong? we don’t know each other. You have to give me a chance before deciding that” he pleads “I know enough about you to decide” she says as I try to get up without him noticing. He looks really upset and confused, and then he turns and sees me. “Aria” he says, shocked before he hugged me “I thought we lost you. We looked for you everywhere” he says, upset. “Why would you do that? You made it clear I am not your sister, with words and actions now. Please let me go. I would like to leave” I say, annoyed and worried “Please just wait, let me talk to you, I’m sorry” he begs, but I can’t it must be a trick