Lust Ring Hazbin Hotel

Warning: This story is not suitable for young readers. It includes scene of abuse, violence, self harm and sexual assault. If these topics are triggering for you, please skip this story. Reading discretion is strongly advice... Claire Chavez is a strong independent woman. Naniniwala siyang ibibigay niya lang ang sarili ng buo sa lalaking papakasalanan niya at makakasama niya habang buhay ngunit paano kung isa ito sa bagay na hinihingi sa kaniya ng kaniyang boyfriend ngunit hindi niya maibigay. Dahil sa takot na wala na siyang mahanap na ibang lalaki dahil sa edad niya at kadispiraduhan na hindi walang magpakasal sa kaniya para makuha ang posisyon at kompanya ng umaong Ina ay isinuko niya ito. Ngunit dahil sa alak ay naibigay niya ang sarili sa hindi niya kilala ito si Wilbert Brixx Fuentabella. Anong mangyayari sa kanilang dalawa matapos nilang malaman ang nangyari sa kanila? Bilang lalaki maninindigan ba si Wilbert sa ginawa ? O hahayaan niya ang lahat dahil isa lang itong pagkakamali. What will happened to both of them if they encounter lust for the first time Lust Encounter.

Shinae Valerie Gallea, a humble hotel attendant, never expected her life to be twisted after accidentally encountering a billionaire, Klein Windham. After that night and days of spending with that man, Valerie choose to escape the fate, only to later discover she’s pregnant with his child. Choosing to leave everything behind, she finds comfort and protection in Liam Damian Kingswell, her longtime crush who willingly steps up as a father. But when Klein discovers the truth and returns, determined to claim his child and win Valerie back, she’s forced to confront her past. Now a mother, Valerie must choose between the man tied to her by blood and the one who stood by her through it all.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

Lesley Perkins escapes into New york to start a new life with a total different identity. Away from her past life of pain. Living in Newyork, she encounters Gary Gauthier, a rich Newyorker. Newyork's idol and she began to fall helplessly for him. Tried as much as she could, she couldn't stop her little heart from falling in love with him. Little did she know that tragedy will struck, little did she know that her past life will catch up with her. Threatening to tear her apart from her new life of love and happiness, threatening to crush her.... _

“Bend over. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t have the energy to run away from me tomorrow," he growled, and the threat alone made my panties dampen. Emilia Visconti has always lived by the rules. But when she moves to Italy, rules are broken and Raffaele de Luca is the only man dangerous enough to shatter them all. Dangerous, ruthless, and demanding, he drags her into a world of power, blood, and forbidden desire. But Emilia is no fragile victim. She is clever, stubborn, and fiery, a woman who fights even when the odds are stacked against her. Raffaele doesn’t choose her. He claims her. Because her father caused the death of his father, she becomes the tool of his revenge. Every touch, every command, every claim on her body is a reminder that she belongs to him, and he will use her to make the Romano family pay… with her name beside his. Yet shadows of her past refuse to let her go. Adriàn Cortez, the only man she’s ever truly loved, haunts her heart and her desire, threatening to undo everything Raffaele has claimed. What begins as vengeance twists into obsession. What should have destroyed them both becomes the fire neither can resist… even as passion, danger, and desire pull her in two irresistible directions

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

Three days before the wedding, the church called to inform me that my fiancé had changed the date. When I went to ask him why, I walked in on him throwing a bachelor party with his friends. "Samuel, this was the day Claire personally chose. Why would you suddenly change it?" someone asked. Samuel Gordon stubbed out his cigarette, looking utterly nonchalant. "Because that day happens to be Janet's birthday," he said. "I need to celebrate it with her." The room fell silent in shock. "Aren't you afraid Claire will find out and kill you? Have you forgotten what she did before?" At the mention of my name, Samuel gave an icy snort. "That was all in the past. Claire loves me to death now. She even took three bullets for me once, so how could she ever bring herself to hurt me?" I stood at the doorway, watching the snow fall behind me, and let out a long sigh. Five days later, he stood in an empty church, frantically calling my phone. "Did you forget? It's our wedding day!" "I didn't forget," I said. In another church, wearing a wedding gown, I was saying "I do" to another man.

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]