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As the youngest daughter of the powerful mafia family, the Blythes, I was spoiled the moment I was born. I had three older brothers who adored me. When I turned eighteen, our father was killed in a turf fight. The shock sent our mother into a rapid decline, and she passed away less than a week later. To avenge our father, my three brothers waged war against our enemies for three days. Though they emerged victorious, all three were critically wounded. My eldest brother, Damon Blythe, suffered a ruptured liver and was on the brink of death. Matt Blythe, my second brother, had severe kidney damage. Chris Blythe had lost too much blood and went into heart failure. I spent a fortune hiring the world’s top surgeons. They transplanted half of my liver to Damon, a kidney to Matt, and even gave my heart to Chris, replacing mine with a mechanical one. Thanks to the doctors’ skill, all three survived and went on to take over the Blythes’ empire. Five years later, they became infatuated with Sophia Foster, a poor but strong-willed intern. They even forced me to give up my last kidney to her. It was only after I had died on the operating table that they regretted what they had done.

Four teenage boys are cursed by the goddess, Hecate, after they desecrate he shrine on a night out. She curses them to transform into bloodthirsty werewolves every night on a full moon. After murdering innocent townsfolk and subsequently their loved ones but waking up bloody with no recollections of the night before. The are left with no option but to leave town after they are found and hunted down by the furious townsfolk. Their group of four begin their travels together in search of answers to their questions and a cure to what they believe to be an ailment. They refuse and choose to continue their search for a cure, however, the longer they take to find a pack, the more rabid and crazed they become. They are found by Snow, a lone wolf who just recently lost his pack and he offers to help them, for selfish reasons, by performing the bonding ritual on them, tying them to the Snow pack. They all accept except Matt who runs off. Slowly, but steadily, they grow their pack by adding different rogues and inaugurating members of packs they defeat. Finally they are able to defeat the pack that attacked Snow's previous pack, but over the years he becomes power hungry and uses the boys as weapons. One day, Cesar confronts him and challenges him because he and the others find out that Matt, who they had been searching for for years had been killed by Snow. They fight, with Cesar coming out victorious and killing him, making him the new Alpha of the pack.

This is an extremely collection of high-heat romance of erotic forbidden daddies stories. Not for people under the age of 18. Note: the stories are highly sensitive and forbidden. "Oh, my god, daddies cock taste better and sweeter than honey." I moaned as his hot cum erupted in my cunt.

Cindy Matt wants to marry Chester for a cause. She plans to marry him for her benefit, knowing he won't reject her because he has ambitions beyond his current achievements. Chester Gregorio is a man who never accepts "just" failure in life. He never settles for less. Everything must be perfectly fit for his well. He always craves more and more. A couple perfectly made for each other. Will there be arising devotion? Or will their past prevent their love from blossoming?

In June of 1975, Ryan Baxter's mom moves him and his brother, Matt, to the small seaside town of Bayport, MA to escape their abusive father. For an eleven-year-old, spending lazy days hanging out at the beach and the arcades sounds like a dream.When he meets Leah and she agrees to be his girlfriend, Ryan is happier than he's been in his young life. Then the "Sea Monkeys" knock-off he bought from the back of a comic book starts to grow...and grow and grow.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

"Matt, don't play me, honey, please—" (Beatrice) Beatrice thought her husband had given her a memorable wedding surprise on their first night on the best. But after experiencing unprecedented pleasure, a soft whisper in her ear made her tense, "You are so delicious my stepmother, sorry if I precede my Dad." (Christopher) "W-what, who are you?!" *** How will Beatrice respond to her stepson's rude behaviour? And what does her stepson's mean by that?

Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat. "You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it. Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear. “Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit." Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me." --- That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother. That was four years ago. Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences. "You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe. "Then bleed for it.”

Vesa Araya never understood the reason why his biological father, Valentino Araya, threw him to London, England. What Vesa knew, since he was a child he lived with his grandparents in the country. While his father settled in Indonesia. The father only visited him to England once a year and he forbade his son to go to Indonesia.  One day, Vesa, who could no longer stand his curiosity, decided to go to Indonesia to meet his father. How shocked he was when he found out that his biological father was a very famous billionaire.  If Valentino was that rich, why did he let his son live in poor in England? And why did it seem as if Valentino didn't want people to know where his son was? What exactly was Valentino hiding from his son? Could Vesa get the answers to the riddle?  -A Sequel to he Hidden Billionaire-

I shatter, crying out his name, my whole body shaking. He doesn't stop, just licks me through it until I'm pushing at his head, oversensitive. He stands, mouth and chin glistening, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Strip," he orders. "I want you naked. Want to see every inch of what belongs to me." I scramble to obey, unhooking my bra with shaking hands while he strips. And god, his body. All muscle and scattered scars and that massive cock standing thick and hard against his stomach. I lick my lips without thinking and he notices, eyes darkening. "You want to taste it?" He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. "Want this cock in your pretty mouth?" "Yes—" "Then get on your knees and show me how much you missed it." ••• Welcome to YES! DADDIES–– a dangerously HOT compilation of filthy, steamy, downright sinful short stories. Readers discretion is THOROUGHLY advised... this 18+ story doesn’t do well with clean underwear.

Every chapter gives you something new, secret affairs, risky relationships, and characters who crave hard and love harder. Think Mafia, Landlord, Alpha, every dirty fantasies you can think of. Professor and student. Neighbor crush. Master and submissive. If you’re 18+ and ready for filthy, wild, messy passion then this ride is for you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'Confess more while I absolve you.' His fingers plunged into her pussy, still slick from earlier, pumping roughly. Isabella gasped, gripping the kneeler. 'I... I rode his cock, bouncing until he spanked me. Oh God, your fingers... deeper.' Miguel added a third, stretching her, thumb on her clit. He leaned in, whispering, 'Did he make you cum as hard as I did?' She nodded, moaning. 'But not like this. Not in God's house.' He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and smeared them on his cock before pressing the head to her entrance. 'Kneel properly, face the screen.' She did, ass out toward him. He thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one go. The booth shook slightly with the force. 'Continue your confession,' he ordered, pulling back and slamming in again. 'Javier... he fingered my ass while fucking me,' she panted, pushing back onto his cock. Miguel growled, jealous fire fueling his thrusts. He grabbed her hips, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene in the sacred space. 'You're a slut for cock, aren't you? My slut.' His hand snaked around, rubbing her clit in fast circles. 'Yes, Father! Fuck your slut while I confess.' She reached back, spreading her cheeks, inviting him deeper. He spat on her asshole, working a finger in alongside his pistoning cock.