Mental Trigger Artinya

Terdapat banyak adegan 21+ Harap bijak dalam membaca Karena kepemilikan saham dan beberapa aset mewah yang diberikan pada keluarganya, Elena terpaksa menikah dengan putra pewaris tunggal pemilik Corazon Group, bernama Leon Lawrence. Sayangnya sang suami adalah seorang pemuda dengan keterbelakangan mental. Leon juga tidak bisa menyentuh Elena layaknya seorang lelaki. Padahal Leon adalah satu-satunya harapan untuk menyambung garis keturunan keluarga Lawrence. Hingga pada suatu malam, ayah mertua Elena mendatangi kamarnya dan meminta izin untuk meniduri Elena sampai ia benar-benar hamil. Karena mendapatkan kehangatan dari Reviano Lawrence hampir setiap malam, Elena menjadi serakah. Ia bukan hanya sekedar menikmati, tapi juga berusaha agar terus bisa mendapatkan kenikmatan yang selalu diberikan oleh sang mertua. Di kemudian hari, Reviano menyadari kalau anak perempuan yang Elena lahirkan bukanlah anak biologisnya. Lantas siapa yang telah menghamili Elena? “Tuan Rev, Anda didiagnosis mengidap Azoospermia yang menjadi penyebab kemandulan permanen.” Dokter Frederick mengatakan hal yang membuat Reviano bersumpah akan membunuh Elena. Namun di saat ia hampir saja menghilangkan nyawa wanita itu dengan cekikannya, Elena mengatakan hal yang membuatnya terasa disambar petir hingga ribuan kali. “Aku mengaku kalau pernah tidur dengan lelaki lain, Dad. Tapi kalau memang benar kau mengidap Azoospermia, bukankah itu artinya Leon juga bukan anak kandungmu?”

Selama lima tahun, Alessandro Wijanarko adalah sosok pria sempurna. Setidaknya, itulah yang selalu kupercaya. Semua keyakinan itu runtuh pada malam pesta pertunangan kami, saat perempuan simpanannya menerobos masuk, menggandeng seorang bocah lelaki berusia sekitar lima tahun. Anak itu langsung berlari ke arah Alessandro sambil menangis tersedu. “Ayah! Ayah, akhirnya aku menemukanmu!” Ini pasti lelucon. Lelucon yang kejam dan menjijikkan! Namun, Alessandro menoleh padaku. Tak ada lagi kehangatan dalam suaranya ketika dia berbicara. “Ini putraku, Rivan. Sebuah … kesalahan yang Chyntia dan aku buat lima tahun lalu.” Dadaku menegang. “Rivan adalah pewaris Keluarga Wijanarko. Aku harus beri mereka status,” lanjutnya datar. “Artinya, aku harus bertunangan dengan Chyntia dulu.” Dia menatapku, seolah masih berhak memintaku memahami segalanya. “Tapi, Saskia, percayalah. Aku masih mencintaimu. Kita bisa menggelar pesta pertunangan enam bulan lagi. Kamu tetap akan jadi Nyonya Keluarga Wijanarko. Aku harap kamu bisa bersikap lapang dada. Ini keputusan finalku.” Aku tertawa, dingin, singkat, dan tajam, lalu menarik cincin pertunangan dari jariku dan melemparkannya begitu saja. Pandangan mataku menyapu ruangan, lalu berhenti pada seorang pria di sudut aula. Kresna Kartawijaya. Bos mafia paling berkuasa di Vantros. Dan aku satu-satunya pria yang mengetahui satu gelar lain dirinya. Yaitu pria yang sejak lama berniat menjadikanku miliknya. “Kresna,” panggilku, suaraku tenang dan jernih. “Aku sedang butuh tunangan baru. Kamu tertarik tidak?”

Aku meninggal di hari aku memenangkan Penghargaan Doktor Medis Global. Tiga jam setelah kematianku, orang tua, kakak laki-laki, dan tunanganku baru saja pulang dari pesta ulang tahun ke-16 adik perempuanku. Ketika adikku mengunggah foto keluarga kami saat merayakan ulang tahunnya di media sosial, aku sedang terbaring di ruang bawah tanah yang tertutup rapat dan berlumuran darah. Aku mencoba menggunakan lidahku untuk menggeser layar ponsel dan meminta bantuan. Di antara kontak darurat, hanya tunanganku yang menjawab panggilanku. Artinya orang tua dan kakakku telah memblokir nomorku. Begitu telepon diangkat, tunanganku hanya mengucapkan satu kalimat, “Karin, pesta ulang tahun Lina yang ke-16 itu sangat penting. Jangan pakai alasan nggak masuk akal untuk cari perhatian kami dan bersikap manja lagi!” Dia menutup telepon dan memutus harapan terakhirku untuk bertahan hidup. Jantungku berhenti berdetak karena nada sibuk telepon. Ini adalah ke-100 kalinya mereka memilih adikku, ke-100 kalinya mereka mengabaikanku, mengecewakanku, dan ini juga yang terakhir. Aku terbaring di dalam genangan darahku sendiri, merasakan napasku perlahan berhenti. Mereka mengira aku kabur dari rumah lagi sebagai alasan untuk melampiaskan ketidakpuasanku. Mereka pikir bahwa selama mereka memberiku pelajaran, aku akan kembali dengan patuh seperti 99 kali sebelumnya. Sayangnya, itu tidak akan terjadi kali ini. Karena aku tidak pernah meninggalkan rumah, aku terus terbaring di ruang bawah tanah rumahku.

Once a king, and once a slave, can his secrets save his mates? Talen has waited over a century for a mate, and the goddess is generous when she finally grants his wish – she gives him four. It does not take long for Talen to realize that his very long, long life has been spent in training for the arrival of these mates, as he will need every skill at his disposal to not only heal the rift between the Triquetra and Aislen, but to protect them through the coming trouble. The flood waters have brought to Havermouth many threats, and not just in the form of the face-eating former inhabitants of the original abandoned colony of the Havers family. When Rhett is infected by the zombie-making virus, Talen, Aislen, and the Triquetra seek the help of the mysterious warlock Leighton and his family, just as the town fills with black-clad, armed men who call themselves the National Emergency Service... But they aren’t there to help Havermouth recover from the storm. Will Talen’s wisdom and wealth of experience, help save his mates from the dangers of Havermouth? Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing dubious consent, violence, and assault.

"You're a woman. Where's your brother? I would like to talk to him." She rolled her eyes, raising her pistol at him, fear crossed his hazel eyes. "Being a woman doesn't make this gun any less deadly. So if I were you, I would watch what I say because, to me, your life means nothing," Natalia told him firmly. "I'll ask you one more time and think about your answer because my patience is running thin. Where is my money?" "I don't have it!" She aimed the pistol to his right leg, pulling the trigger, the silencer made sure no one could hear the shot only his screams. "Where is the money, Michael?" - She is a drug He wants to taste One drop of her Is all it takes To have you addicted Where ever she goes Death follows But he didn't care Since he knew He'd die for her She is fire He'd touch Despite the heat She is a killer But so is he. This woman was both the devil and an angel. -

To my girlies who CRAVE the dark things, OBSESS over trigger warnings and YEARN for the explicit contents. Welcome to Mooncrust Academy. Anna, a cursed omega with an unknown origin. The only omega in an academy exclusive to werewolves with Alpha's blood, certainly the moon goddess must have made a mistake sending her a letter of admission. She's a weak omega bullied by all. She never thought she would see him again. Jace. Her childhood crush. Her rejected Alpha mate.  But three years later, here they are... Jace, an Alpha with uncontrollable bloodlust. He is the youngest and most powerful alpha in the west region. He is broken and burned with demons from his past; the only thing that will satisfy his quest is to bring Anna down to her knees, hopeless, helpless, and horny, and finally tortoure her for the death of his father.  What if guilty pleasures and attaining knowlegde is not the only thing going on in the Academy? What if there are demons lurking in the dark shadows of Mooncrust halls offering sexual pleasures and physical strength to students in exchange for their souls. Slowly and secretly building an army of possessed werewolves to destroy the werewolf realm forever, who will stop these forces?

Oh yeah! Oh Brandon!" Alex screams as I suck her clit into my mouth and gently tap it with my tongue. Sliding a finger into her pussy, I piston it in and out while I devour her clit with my mouth. Alex is rocking all over the couch now, moaning and crying words of encouragement. "Oh! Oh! Just like that! Oh yeah! Oh Fuck!" she pants, as she grabs my hair and humps her pussy against my face. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is a filthy, no-limits collection of taboo erotic. Step siblings, step-daddies, group play, rough dominance, lesbian heat, orgies, and kinks that would make the devil blush. If that scares you… keep scrolling. Still here? Good. You’re exactly who this is for. This isn’t romance with a side of spice. This is pure, addictive, taboo sex—short, interconnected stories that keep getting darker, wetter, and more forbidden. This story pushes limits, shatters morals, and explores the kind of desire people pretend they don’t fantasize about. The first hit is free. The rest will cost you coins—and maybe your morals. If you’re ready for sin without apology… enter.

Moriah was one of the most prestigious psychiatrists in the country, until the king of the underworld, stepped his eyes on her. Her life stopped being perfect, having visions and hearing voices. After successfully treating what she believed to be mental illness, the real challenge came when Armaloth himself took her in broad daylight. Pain and suffering is the only thing that awaits you in the kingdom of the god of the underworld. Envy and jealousy surround the king's court, along with legendary creatures with ancient powers. Moriah has to survive in her new life and accept that the King will never let her go. Moriah believes that her suffering will have no end. Life in the Underworld is slowly her. All her hopes and will to live are fading away. Nothing matters but to fulfil her destiny. The fight between heaven and can break out at any moment. Armaloth will do whatever it takes to make the prophecy come true, and not even the god above himself will stand in his way. WARNING: Be aware. Expect violence, , and gore in some chapters.

Being the daughter of a mafia, Grusha Aslanov didn't lead the typical luxury, spoiled life. Not when she was accused of her mother's death which made her hate herself more than her family did. She lived with the worst emotion one could ever have. Regret. She regretted her birth. She was not satisfied with the mental damage her mother's death caused as she thought she deserved a worse punishment. That is why she didn't even protest when her brother and father abused her every day and night until her body went numb because she thought she deserved it. She had no feelings, no emotions, nothing. She was a numb body with scars on her that each contained a tragic tale. She was a living death until the devil takes interest in unfolding her every story. Mature content warning!!! Triger warnings: physical abuse, mention of blood, mention of self harming, torture!!!

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 3 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”