Lena Paul Pov

Sophia’s world come crashing when she was sent out of her house and her mother needed to undergo a surgery Her best friend ‘Lia’ offers her a job in secret to dance for a vip client. She meets a billionaire “jake” who is in need of a bride to help keep his business going, he offers a contract marriage to Sophia in return for helping her with the financial battle she’s facing. What will happen when she moves in with jake and find out his a twin? Someone she had met before Jake and knows how desperate she is. Will she be able to hide the fact that the marriage is based on business from the other twin brother?

Dans un mariage arrangé dicté par les affaires familiales, Célestine découvre peu à peu des sentiments sincères pour Heath, son mari distant et mystérieux. Malgré son indifférence, elle s’accroche à leurs instants d’intimité et choisit de croire en lui, même quand les rumeurs de tromperies se multiplient. Mais le vernis se fissure brutalement lorsque sa meilleure amie lui apporte des preuves irréfutables : Heath mène une double vie. Entre amour aveugle et doute déchirant, Célestine voit son univers commencer à vaciller. La vérité éclate d’une manière brutale : surprise en plein flagrant délit, Heath avoue qu’il ne l’a jamais aimée et réclame le divorce. Brisée, Célestine retourne chez son père et tente de recoller les morceaux de sa vie, portée par l’amitié indéfectible de Kate. Un voyage à Hawaï devient alors le point de départ d’une nouvelle page : elle y rencontre Paul, un homme attentionné qui lui redonne confiance et espoir. Lentement, elle se reconstruit, jusqu’à envisager un avenir radieux auprès de lui, loin des fantômes de son passé. Mais le destin n’en a pas fini avec elle. Au moment où son bonheur semble enfin assuré, Heath réapparaît de façon spectaculaire, prêt à tout pour la reconquérir. Son retour inattendu plonge Célestine dans un tourbillon de confusion : entre un amour brisé, des blessures encore vives et un fiancé qui l’aime sincèrement, elle se retrouve prisonnière d’un triangle dangereux. Le passé va-t-il reprendre ses droits, ou choisira-t-elle de se tourner définitivement vers l’avenir ?

Noah's Pov: "Ready ka na, iho?" tanong sa'kin ni mama nang makababa ako sa hagdanan ng bahay namin. "Uh..huh!" sagot ko agad. Isasama niya daw ako sa party ng kaibigan niya at ipapakilala ako sa mga kaibigan nito na matagal niya nang gustong gawin. Bihira lang kasi ako dito sa Pilipinas. Madalas ay pinagbabakasyon lang ako ni papa kaya ako narito sa Pilipinas. Kadarating pa lang namin sa party when i saw this girl, she had a very adorable and innocent look. I was only ten pero pakiramdam ko ay bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko pagkakita ko pa lamang sa kan'ya. "Karina Villafuerte," tawag ng isang batang babaeng nagbeso sa kan'ya. She had a distinctive and unique appearance even at a young age with her genuine smile and a playfull expression, which i found endearing. She's wearing a white long gown with a big ribbon on the back of her gown. She's like a princess with that flower crown on her hair. Nagpatiim-bagang ako nang makitang ngumiti siya sa batang lalakeng lumapit sa kan'ya. Tss! mas gwapo ako d'yan! I was about to walk away nang makaisip ng paraan para mapansin niya ako. Mabilis akong naglakad papunta sa likod niya. Patay malisya kong inapakan ang nakalaylay niyang gown na ikinalingon niya bigla. Damn! Did i hear a ripping sound? Lagot na! ang balak ko lang ay apakan ang gown niya para mapansin niya ako. Pero hindi ko gustong mapunit iyon. "Oh my God! What did you do?" halos mamutla ako sa tanong niya. Oh, great! You really did a great job! You've got her attention: now what? Akala ko ay hahampasin ako nito ngunit bigla na lang itong naupo sa harap ko at tahimik na umiyak.

Claudia Larson is a timid 22-year-old college student struggling to survive her toxic adopted family in Florida. She works multiple part-time jobs just to pay her tuition and support her lazy brother, with no one to protect her. One desperate night, she takes a part-time job as a server at the luxurious Richard’s Hotel. She is assigned to the private suite of Richard Cooper the cold, breathtaking billionaire CEO. Drugged by his obsessive adopted sister, Richard loses control and spends the night with the innocent girl. The next morning, he leaves her only a Supreme Black Card and a note that treats her like a paid servant. Two months later, Claudia discovers she is pregnant with his child. When her adopted family finds out, they drag her to the hospital to abort the baby so she can marry a dangerous old man for one million dollars. But just as they force her toward the operating room, Richard storms in, stops everything, and carries her away in his arms. Now living in Richard’s world of wealth and power, Claudia must face his ruthless adopted sister’s deadly jealousy, his mother’s cold disapproval, and the growing feelings between them. As secrets about her real identity begin to unfold, the timid girl who once had no voice finds herself at the heart of a powerful storm. Will the billionaire who once saw her as a mistake choose to protect her and their unborn child? Or will the weight of power, betrayal, and family secrets destroy their chance at love?

BLURB: She was supposed to be a mistake. Now, she's his wife… his greatest sin. A drunken night at a Valentine's party leads to a one-night stand between Damian, the son of a billionaire, and Selena, the daughter of the family chef. Waking up in bed with her is the beginning of his nightmare. When Damian's father catches them in a compromising position, a lie is told to save the situation, but it drags them into a Arrange marriage. Trapped in a loveless marriage, Selena is forced to be with a man who mocks and taunts her—yet can't resist her. With enemies lurking in the shadows, Selena must fight for the love she shares with Damian. Just as their love story blooms, a past neither of them saw coming knocks on the door, threatening to destroy everything. Damian wasn't supposed to be her husband. He was the one man she should never… love. Will Selena and Damian fight for what they love, or will they watch everything they've built wither because of one secret? Find out in TASTE OF SIN

#Bdsm #Smut #Erotic This is an erotic story, all the chapters are erotic. "Fuck Me harder" "Don't Stop" "I think I am cumming Lilith" "I love your Pussy Litith" he said to me, purging into me. But I didn't feel it, or enjoy it, No more enjoyment, I need to explore more. I have been married for years, touched by my husband every night, yet I always feel a lingering emptiness that I can no longer ignore. His hands on my skin bring no satisfaction, no spark. I’ve heard the whispers, seen the knowing glances, and listened to the stories of blissful, earth-shattering pleasure that seems to elude me at every turn. I want it. Desperately. I crave the orgasm everyone else talks about, the one thing I’ve never felt no matter how many times I’ve tried. As I begin to venture into the arms of others, the boundary between longing and temptation disappears. Each new touch, each new partner pulls me deeper into a world where pleasure has no rules, no shame. And with every encounter, my hunger intensifies, pushing me closer to a truth I can’t escape: What if it’s not just about the orgasm, but about the deeper hunger within me? My search for satisfaction has begun… but will this journey lead me to the ultimate release or leave me chasing a desire that could ruin everything?

Si Ivan Alejandro Montenegro ay isang matagumpay na negosyante na lihim na nagtatag ng sarili niyang kumpanya—isang imperyo na walang nakakaalam, kahit ang sarili niyang pamilya. Nasa rurok na siya ng tagumpay at handa nang magsimula ng bagong buhay kasama ang babaeng mahal niya, nang isang trahedya ang sumira sa lahat. Sa isang malagim na aksidente, nawalan si Ivan ng kakayahang makalakad. Kasabay nito, nawala rin ang respeto ng kanyang pamilya at ang pagmamahal ng kanyang fiancée na agad siyang iniwan nang makita ang kanyang kalagayan. Isa-isa ring kinuha sa kanya ang lahat ng proyekto at responsibilidad sa kumpanya, na para bang wala na siyang silbi. Sa desperasyon na mailigtas ang apo, kumuha ang matanda ng isang caregiver mula sa probinsya—si Ayesha Dela Cruz, isang simpleng babae na may matapang na puso at hindi natitinag sa sungit ni Ivan. Sa kabila ng malamig na pagtanggap nito, pinili ni Ayesha na manatili at alagaan siya, kahit paulit-ulit siyang itaboy. Dahil sa nakakalason na kapaligiran ng mansyon, dinala si Ivan sa probinsya kung saan nagsimula ang kanyang paghilom—hindi lamang sa katawan kundi pati sa puso. Sa katahimikan ng lugar at sa malasakit ni Ayesha, unti-unti niyang natutunang magtiwala muli, harapin ang sakit ng nakaraan, at muling lumaban sa buhay. Ngunit habang siya ay nagpapagaling, lihim din niyang binubuo ang plano ng kanyang pagbabalik. Hindi alam ng kanyang pamilya na ang lalaking kanilang minamaliit ay siya ring may hawak ng tunay na kapangyarihan. Ngunit sa gitna ng kanyang paghihiganti, may isang tanong na mas mahalaga kaysa sa kayamanan o kapangyarihan: Pipiliin ba ni Ivan ang galit… o ang pag-ibig ng babaeng naghilom sa kanyang pusong wasak?

My boyfriend didn’t just cheat. He did it with my twin sister. In my apartment. On our anniversary. And the worst part? They planned it. He dated me to destroy me. She gave him every secret I ever trusted her with. Just because she wants to ruin my future and my career. So I walked into a bar, ready to drink myself unconscious. But no one would serve me. Because of him. The hot, sexy stranger in the VIP lounge with cold eyes, a sharp voice, and a presence that made everyone move back without a word. In my delirious state, I confronted him. He didn’t care. Instead, he said: “If you want to forget everything, I’ll give you something worth remembering.” One night became two. Two became three. When I escaped his bed, I promised myself I would never see him again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. On Monday, I was reported to the CEO’s office—my ex’s final attempt to destroy my job. I walked in trembling. And there he was.

I picked up the top university admission slot that the real heir didn't want. Horace Clark had gone crazy for love. He ran off with a failing student and dropped out, smashing the perfect life he had been handed. Meanwhile, I carried the label of an impostor who stole someone else's place. Step by step, I clawed my way up, became a rising name in the business world, and even married his childhood sweetheart. At the peak of my life, I opened my eyes again and found myself back in senior year, on the day we were filling out our college applications. And floating in front of me were lines of strange comments. [Brian, the fake heir, is a straight-up thief. He stole the life that was supposed to belong to the real heir, Horace!] [In his last life, the real heir completely lost his head over love. He dropped out of school, ran off with that rebellious troublemaker to start a business, and even handed his childhood fiancée to someone else. What a disaster. The guy was a total idiot!] [Good thing he gets a redo this time. The real heir has finally woken up. Now I really wanna see how the fake heir who stole someone else's life ends up crashing and burning.] I watched the comments quietly and sneered. Hate to break it to them, but the road I walked was carved out with my own hands. Even if Horace were reborn a hundred times, he still wouldn't be able to stop me from reaching the top and claiming my glory.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.