Kiyosaki Cash Flow Quadrant

"Strip naked." He commands with an authoritative seductive voice. "Huh! Why?" I asked because his outburst is surprising. "Just..." His voice trailed, as he made his way closer to me. "I want to see you naked." He whispers. I swallowed my saliva hard, as I made my way further inside the suite. Summoning up the courage, I unzip my red gown, while allowing the gown to freely flow down until it touches the floor. He smirks devilishly at me "Touch yourself." He commands. **** Cornelia Jamarreon is a young lady who is diagnosed with stage three cancer. All she ever wanted was to get married before her time on Earth came to an end. Her boyfriend dumped her on her birthday, leaving her so devastated that she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger she knew nothing about. She awoke the next morning to discover that he had stolen her most valuable jewelry. 'Did I give my virginity to a thief?' She asked herself. "What would happen when Cornelia finally finds her Mister handsome? Will his family members accept her and her son?" "Will Cornelia live happily ever after, or will her cancer take her life?" Find out.....

" We shouldn't be doing this, you're my boss," I said as I tried to free myself from where he had me pinned to the wall but he wouldn't bulge. " You didn't think about that when I had you breathless and beneath me some nights ago." " That was because I didn't know." My words were trying to convince him to stop but my body was doing the opposite as I moved my chest towards him and had them pressed to his chest that there was no space. " Now you do, so let me please you." He said before shutting me with a passionate kiss. ***** Anna had just broken up with her boyfriend of two years who looked her in the eyes and told her he couldn't keep dating her because she was uptight. In anger, she decided to go reckless for one night and visited the wildest club in Texas. Lost in the flow of the night she didn't expect to see her Ex-boyfriend and even more she did not expect that she was going to walk up to an unknown stranger to fake as her new boyfriend and neither did she expect to return home with this stranger. A stranger who turned out to be her boss. Find out how this story of love, society struggle, and hidden affair unfolds.

The new colleague at my company is a stingy mother. On her first day, she shows up with a huge pile of expired snacks that her son refused to eat and hands them out to everyone. Once we're done, she pulls out her PayPal and says, "These are all imported snacks for my son. I'll need 50 dollars from each of you." During a company team-building event, she refuses to participate, saying she has to go home to take care of her child. The day after, she comes over holding her phone and asks me for money. "I didn't eat with everyone yesterday. Since the company is footing the bill, just hand me the cash equivalent for my meal." Furious, I rejected her request immediately. What I fail to realize is that she would bear a grudge against me over it. One night, her son comes down with a high fever, so she calls me and requests a ride to the hospital using the company car. Once again, I refuse without a second thought. Because of the delay, her son suffers severe cognitive damage. She blames me for everything that happened. In a fit of rage, she ends up running me over with her car. As I open my eyes again, I find myself transported to her first day on the job.

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

"Do you think I will ever walk hand in hand with a girl three times my size? I only dated you because I wanted to know what it feels like, being with a plus size". That statement got her speechless,her heartbreaking so hard it hurts. "Look ,shit happens sometimes". "Tim.... it's... my first time". She sobbed loudly. "Get over it, not like I forced you to give me your virginity,I had to go, clean up the red stains before leaving". He snarled. Beauty's heart pounding, and her tears flow endlessly. He left and slammed the door after him. **** Bullied for being a plus size since her childhood. Beauty Hills had to deal with insecurity ,trauma and depression, most especially self hate. Her name( Beauty) was said to be the exact opposite of her appearance. After many failed toxic relationships, she moved on and got a job in a fashion company. There she had a one sided crush on her terribly handsome and reserved boss,but Who wouldn't! Not every day you get to see a terribly good looking billionaire who isn't arrogant or proud of his looks,a top green flag! Every single beauty queen in the company is head over heels! Beauty knows she got no chance to compete with them It's useless to dream that big! Maybe not...

Each time he cut off my air flow, the edge got closer. My pussy clenched wildly around him. I felt high and fucking drunk. “You’re mine now,” he snarled. “Fucking mine. You cum when I tell you, and you thank me when I fill you.” “Please,” I cried, body thrashing. “Please, I need to. . .” “Beg.” “Let me cum,” I sobbed. “Please. I’m your fucktoy, your little slut, your whore, just let me. . .please. . .” His hand released my throat. “Cum. Now.” My scream broke the room. READY TO INDULGE IN YOUR WILDEST FANTASIES? This is a sinfully seductive collection of short erotica stories that dive headfirst into the deliciously dirty side of desire. Each story explores a different slice of lust, from forbidden flings and dominant obsessions to irresistible lust that burns hot and fast. Inside, you will meet possessive alpha heroes who know exactly what they want, and it’s always her. Whether it’s a cocky professor seducing his eager student or a steamy late-night encounter between longtime neighbors who’ve waited far too long to give in, every chapter brings something dark, filthy, and unforgettable. These stories celebrate the raw, messy, and magnetic power of sexuality. No shame. No rules. Just unfiltered pleasure. If you’re looking for unapologetic smut with fantasy-driven heat and dominant heroes who love hard and claim harder, you’ve found your next obsession.

"Listen here old friend, I'm buying this lady and you're selling her over to me. You know better than to waste my time, Helen.” He turned to face the old-lady using the tip of his gun to lift her chin up. My eyes widened at his words, tears cascaded down my face. I felt the uneasiness flow in my veins. Just when I thought being sold died along with Michael. "Get.Up." he seethed. I remained immobile, freezing from his intimidating but sexy voice tone. "You sure don't want me to repeat myself, Rainfall." he gritted out. "M-Mia Rivers, that's my name." I replied stuttering, though a bit afraid. "Mia Rivers, you are now mine." * * * Mia Rivers gets sold to Alpha Corey Lee Denvers at an auction. She's completely oblivious to the werewolves’ community growing up in an orphanage. Alpha Corey being able to catch the scent of a strong wolf in his mate takes her to his Pack, White Fangs to be his Luna. Mia gets confused on how strange and odd the pack house seem to look. Alpha Corey tells the truth to her leaving her devastated. The bond between Mia and Alpha Corey becomes stronger, but is soon crushed when Corey receives threats warning him for his mate. When the worse happens? Would she be willing to forgive people that hurt her? How about people after her wolf powers? Seems like they might need intervention and the Moon Goddess' mercy on their love fate.

The explosion wiped out my parents—and their company. All I had left was some insurance cash and a pile of patents nobody cared about. I begged their old partners to back me. Crickets. Then Alex Ross strolled in, played the hero no one asked for, and proposed. Five years deep into our marriage, after my 99th FDA rejection, I finally cracked. I was in the garage when I heard his phone on speaker. Mark's voice came through: "Dude, you're still handing Lily Emma's blueprints before she even files? How many times has she flopped now? Girl's relentless, huh?" Alex? Straight-up ice. "Ninety-nine. She'll quit soon." "You're really tanking your wife to boost Lily's brand? Worth it?" "Lily's launching her new product tomorrow at the Boston Medical Summit. Patent number 100. Watching her blow up from nothing... makes me proud." "But it's all Emma's stuff. Your dad made you marry her for her brain, didn't he?" "Don't bring up my father." His voice turned sharp. "He forced me to dump Lily. I just played along." I sank into the driver's seat, frozen. I wasn't a partner. Just a pawn—revenge bait for his dad and backup fuel for his ex.

Claire, seorang mahasiswi seni rupa, melakukan kesalahan terbesar dalam hidupnya. Awalnya, ia hanya ingin merasakan satu malam kebebasan setelah dipaksa menikah dengan pria tua demi melunasi hutang adiknya — semua karena desakan orang tuanya. Pria yang tidur dengannya di malam itu ternyata Devon Atmawidjaya, seorang pematung yang jadi dosen tamu selama dua semester di fakultas seni rupa tempat Claire berkuliah. Mati-matian, Claire menampik pesona Devon, tetapi semuanya sia-sia. Dia jatuh juga ke pelukan dosennya sendiri, padahal Claire sudah bertunangan dengan pria pilihan orangtuanya! Mereka lantas terperosok ke dalam hubungan rahasia yang berbahaya. Ketika Claire sudah mempercayai Devon sepenuh hati, sebuah rahasia di masa lalu pria itu terkuak. Rahasia yang mampu menghancurkan hubungan mereka. “Seumur hidup, aku belum pernah tidur dengan sembarang wanita." Pria itu mengedipkan satu matanya. “Dan ini,” pria itu lalu mengeluarkan lembaran uang dari dompetnya, menaruhnya di atas selimut yang membungkus tubuh Claire. “Hanya segitu uang cash yang kupunya. Kalau ternyata kurang, tulis saja nomor rekeningmu, nanti aku transfer. Thanks for last night. Servismu memuaskan,” Kedua bola mata Claire langsung melebar. “Hei! Aku bukan pelacur!”