Life Of Pi Story Summary

Rated 18+ | Explicit Holiday Erotica Collection 150 stories. 150 ways to burn. This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood. Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride. On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride. Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir. But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation. He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife. "She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death." He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside. Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

Marcel was born a Vampyre but never felt at home in Blackledge Castle or his own body. His father Halen has created an army of feral vampires, the means by which he will gain power and deliver justice to the descendents of the High Priestess who made him the monster he is. The curse his father's barbaric past has brought down upon Marcel is one he sets out to rid himself of. The cullings and rampant bloodshed Halen thrives on are atrocities in Marcel’s eyes, and he knows if he does not leave, he will be dragged down with the clan when the Blackledge empire inevitably falls. This story follows Marcel as he learns to accept who and what he is through encounters with undying witches, dragons as old as the mountains in which they live and packs of warrior werewolves. Marcels eyes are opened to a world he never could have dreamed of from inside the tall walls of his former home. Marcel's journey is one of hardship, heartache, self discovery and wonder but it is not without its obstacles and hardships. When he finally finds a place he could call home he needs to make a choice, love or belonging. Can a Vampyre have it all? ***This book is part of my 'Twin Alphas' series. You do not need to have read the other stories as Marcel’s story is his own.

Franchetti Xerene Covry - maangas, palaban, astig, at walang inuurungan. She's careless and reckless, lahat na ata ng kalokohan ay alam na niya. Aakalain mong tomboy ito dahil sa paraan ng kaniyang pananamit. But don't underestimate this small thing because she's insanely strong and terrible. Dress her up and she's actually a bad-ass chic. She may live in an apartment but trust me, she can afford to buy islands, perhaps, an entire country. SHE'S THAT WEALTHY. But it was not hers, she said. All those wealth and everything, it was not hers. It was for DEATH.

My brother-in-law passed away in an accident. Out of pity for his widow, my husband decided to be the breadwinner for both families. After that, my husband and son both gave all their love to my widowed sister-in-law. On her birthday, my husband and son reserved a restaurant in town for her party. I was plucking corn in the field when I started bleeding, a sign that I was miscarrying. I called my husband, begging him to come home and take me to the hospital. However, he scolded me angrily, calling me a liar. “What the hell are you talking about? I haven’t touched you in months! How could you be pregnant?” My son grabbed the phone impatiently as well. “Mom, the teacher said lying is wrong! Aunt Laura’s blowing out the candles now, bye!” We had been married for seven years, yet they had completely forgotten that today was my birthday too. Despairing, I dialed another number. “Mother, I changed my mind. I’m going back to inherit the clinic.”

Nina Facelo was a typical nerd who love novels and books so much more than her very own life. A good neighborhood girl who likes to help others but prefers to be home at all day. On her way to buy the physical book of the infamous romance-fantasy novel, Illuminating Darkness. She was stabbed by a thief after helping a poor old woman. Clutching her stomach, she witness how blood flowed like a fountain until her vision started to darken. She thought she was going to die. But suddenly, she woke up in a different body. The body of Lady Marina! The wickedest dame of the Avalor Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the infamous story, Illuminating Darkness! She knows she is going to die again like every villain in a story. Though shocked and confused, she is determine to stay alive and find answers. But in order to not be discovered she must pretend to be Lady Marina. Will she be able to find answers and escape the fate of a wicked dame?

My boyfriend is a lauded attorney. His true love rams into me with her car; my daughter stands bravely before me as the car explodes. She's blown to smithereens. I'm on the brink of death as I'm carried onto a stretcher, but my boyfriend holds his true love's face tenderly. His gaze is filled with heartache as he tells her that he'll get her off scot-free. He ruins the scene of the accident and buys off the witnesses. He even comes to the hospital to threaten me after I've been disfigured from the explosion. In the end, I die after the treatment doesn't help. It's only when the court announces the sentence that he realizes the deceased's personal details match mine perfectly.

On my 28th birthday, I announced that I was pregnant. But my husband told everyone that he was sterile. Together with my best friend, they said that this was proof that I cheated on him. I tried defending myself, but in the end, I, along with my baby, died while burning with hate. When I reopened my eyes, I returned to the moment three hours before my death.

If you're looking for a story with sunshine, unicorns, and cliché endings well you won't find it here. Only Disney does those kinds of stuff, actually, this is a story where hopes and dreams are crushed into tiny little pieces, I know what you're thinking this is so over-dramatic but no, it’s not. I'm just simply telling the truth and the truth can be painful sometimes, anyway this is the tale where our brave main character got caught up with shit. Her life was simple back then robbing banks here and there and hacking stuff but it all changed on a faithful night, which she wants to take back so bad. Now she is plagued into a life with Mafias and Deadly Assassins with everyone out to get her, how can a kid possibly survive through it all? Join Midnight in a fun-filled adventure of a lifetime where she battled her way in a war between the Mafias and assassins, a past that needs reconciling and a promise that needs to be treasured. Where she asks herself in the end, how can a life be so cursed?

The tale whispered from generations, until eventually, the tale was lost. Only a few remember, and even fewer know the truth. There once was a tale of three, a power to be held by she. A queen she would be, and the truth she would see. The power that would come with a fee, would be anchored by the strength in he. And for Calypso to be free, the price of her legacy, she therewith must agree.