Kinky Christmas の小説・ストーリー

I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz. He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez. Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary. At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds. While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

When Kaira walked in on her boyfriend of two years, tangled in her sister’s sheets on Christmas Eve, something inside her shattered beyond repair. Stumbling into a bar, heart numb and vision blurred, she wanted only to forget. So when a devastatingly handsome stranger approached, she offered herself to him, no questions asked. Until consequences found her. A missed period, and a pregnancy she wasn't expecting. Panicked and ashamed, Kaira vanished, unaware that the man she ran from was no ordinary stranger. He was an Alpha. And he would burn the world to ashes to find the woman carrying his heir, no matter how long it took.

She was told her baby died. She accepted it. She grieved, moved on. Then a stranger whispered three words that shattered everything: “Your baby’s alive.” Danielle gave up everything for a man who never chose her. On Christmas Eve, pregnant and alone, she got divorce papers instead of a “Merry Christmas.” “I married you because of my mom,” He said flatly. “Now that she’s late, and the woman I truly love has come back, it’s time we part ways. I want a divorce.” And suddenly the man who destroyed her… might be the one raising her child….

My fiancee, Josephine Carter, tells me she is too busy with work to go home with me for Christmas just yesterday. But today, I find out that she has secretly booked a flight ticket to my hometown. I am delighted. Josephine has always been good at creating surprises during our relationship. I do not expect her to still be doing this now that we have practically been dating for years already. Just as I am about to tell my mom the good news, my stepbrother, Daniel Reed, suddenly announces in the family group chat that he is bringing his girlfriend home for Christmas as well. My relatives immediately start teasing him in the group chat, asking to see the beautiful lady. In the next second, photos of Josephine and him embracing like a couple appear in the chat. Daniel texts, "See? I told you she is gorgeous. Not only that, she's rich too." "Wow. You won the heart of such an amazing woman. That's impressive, Daniel." Daniel replies smugly, "Of course! She is totally in love with me." My breath catches in my throat, and the veins on the back of my hand bulge as I grip my phone. No wonder Josephine says she cannot come home with me after learning I am spending the New Year at my mother's place. She doesn't expect that we will run into each other. I close my eyes for a moment and send her one last message, "I have transferred back the 500 thousand dollars you asked me to manage for our wedding. It's over between us."

Book two. Please read "Not All That Glitters" before "Not All Who Wander Are Lost."Christmas 2019 in Auburn brought with it a chance for new beginnings. Complicated relationships started to mend and different recoveries were being made. As far as Whitney York and Hollis Bogard were concerned, they knew every hardship they'd face from that point on would be easier since they had each other for support.Fast forward to May, five months later. While making the last minute preparations for she and Whitney's Christmas gift to New York for a week, Hollis gets some disheartening news. If that weren't bad enough, patching things up with her parents was turning out to be a long, winding road. Dalton's prolonged, stressful testimonies to ensure he gets more than a cash settlement from the wealthy prick who put him in a wheelchair after driving drunk is the last straw. As Hollis starts wrestling with her inner demons again, slipping downward is inevitable. Will she confide in Whitney, or risk relapsing?Since disowning her, Whitney stopped hearing from her perfect family altogether. While the lovers are wrapping up in New York, she suddenly comes face to face with Hollywood's latest headliner;Theresa, her famous sister, has died. Urged to attend the funeral, Whitney makes it clear she won't go without Hollis, the very person her parents blame for staying in Maine.Buckle in! Disclaimer: Strong mature content, graphic scenes, drug usage. 18+, please. This novel won’t be for you if you’re not comfortable with any of the above topics.2020 All Rights Reserved (you know how it goes) Please don't attempt to steal any part of my work.

Every year during Christmas, Edward Milano is forced to think about Ariana Alexandre, the innocent nineteen-year-old he bedded for one night. The look on her face when he told her the next morning that it was nothing but a one night stand, still haunted him. He wants her again because no matter how many women he has slept with, they couldn't satisfy the way she did. Fast forward to six years and there she is, working in the company he bought. Edward wants to win her back, no matter what. But she hates him. Not only that but she's got secrets. Secrets that can ruin him for good. ***

My brother-in-law started making a fuss about wanting to spend Christmas vacation at the beach, so I decided we'd make it a family trip. When my husband's adoptive sister got wind of it, she insisted on tagging along with her kid. Without a second thought, my husband went ahead and booked plane tickets for everyone—except me. He expected me to drive there with all the luggage. I thought at least someone in the family would speak up for me, but no, they all sided with him. Fine. If that's how they want it, then we'll go our separate ways—what's theirs is theirs, and what's mine is mine. But the moment I took that stance, the whole family suddenly started panicking…

“I'm going to come!” I mustered. “Don't come till I tell you to,” he breathed out his order. I strained to hold the feeling, but he slammed into me two more times and I felt my core tighten, my balls shrunk and a sensation scurried along the tip of my cock, the thick ropes spewing. "What did I say?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a chill down my spine. He pulled out abruptly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. My body trembled, every nerve frayed. He moved to the drawer, my chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as he pulled out a nipple clamp, a whip, and a thick dildo. I swallowed hard. A slow, wicked chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Oh, love,” he murmured, dragging the leather whip along my sensitive, overstimulated skin. "We’re just getting started.” Oliver’s life as a sex worker was about to come to an end, until he met the Billionaire with a kinky taste that changed his life. He soon discovers that the company he got accepted to as an intern is run by the same man, Benjamin and he is plunged into a secret office romance where he becomes Benjamin’s play thing. In this gripping tale of sex, desire and romance, haunting characters from Benjamin’s past reveal themselves and Oliver finds himself entwined in a world of deception, betrayal...and dangerous emotions that threatens his love for Benjamin.

Burning Hot Ignite Your Darkest Desires ️Do NOT open unless you’re ready to BURN ️Do NOT read unless you crave the HOTNESS. A filthy, pulse-pounding collection of taboo erotica crafted exclusively for sinners who live for the forbidden rush. Inside, you’ll devour: Stepfather-stepdaughter secrets: that drip with guilt-soaked lust, his rough hands claiming what he shouldn’t, her tight, trembling body arching under him in the dark. Office affairs: where power suits rip open, desks become altars, and her moans echo as he bends her over, thrusting deep while the clock ticks. Exhibitionist thrills: strangers’ eyes devouring every exposed inch as she’s taken against fogged glass, her cries muffled by his palm. Voyeuristic obsessions: hidden cameras catching every slick slide, every gasp as step-siblings finally snap, bodies colliding in a frenzy of sweat and sin. Kinky one-shots that push every limit: cuffs biting wrists, blindfolds heightening every wet lick, every brutal thrust until you’re begging for release. Each story is a standalone inferno, different bodies, different taboos, same blistering heat. Feel the throb between your thighs, the slick ache building, the shudder when they finally give in. Lock the door. Let the flames consume you. You’ve been warned.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.