Mha Momo

Warnings: This book may contain some violence, explicit and matured content and BDSM! > They told her she was too innocent for desire. Now she's the star of every filthy fantasy. Steamy Diaries is a no-limits collection of raw, forbidden, and dangerously addictive erotic stories. From corrupt school officials to bossy billionaires, every chapter is a one-night stand you'll never forget. No rules. No regrets. Just pure, messy, explosive pleasure.

~Zara~ I kissed him, then stole from him. A one-night stand with a billionaire wasn’t supposed to end in a job offer—or a manhunt. Cassian Wolfe isn’t just rich—he’s dangerous. He doesn’t ask questions. He takes. And when I disappear after stealing his family heirloom, he doesn’t call the cops. He hunts me. But instead of revenge, he offers a job. One that keeps me right under his control... and him right under my skin. I thought I could play him. Use his obsession. Use the secrets buried inside Wolfe Enterprises to destroy everything he stands for. What I didn’t expect... was to fall for the man I came to ruin. And now? I’m not sure who’s really playing who.

“Stay still" he whispered, his hit breath fanning my neck. I swallowed hard. He was too close, too powerful. His baby blue eyes locked onto mine and I looked away flushed, pretending I wasn't standing in the men's locker room face to face with the proleague’s most dangerous Alpha. I came to coach, not fall for the captain of the nation's top pro hockey team. Dante Kade is off limits. He's my boss, my enemy and my mate but I'm not a wolf, I'm human. At least that's what I thought until the night he touched me and my body healed itself before his eyes. Now his wolf is restless, his pack is watching me and every time we're alone, I feel the pull

Yan Momo mengira dia telah mati saat jantung nya di tusuk dengan kejam oleh suami yang sangat dia cintai. Tapi siapa sangka, saat dia membuka matanya, dia kembali sebelum tragedy itu terjadi. Tidak ingin buta dengan dalih atas nama cinta semata, dia akan membalas nya dengan lebih kejam! Dengan kemampuan yang dia punya dan dengan seseorang yang selama ini selalu ada di belakang dan selalu mendukung nya dengan diam-diam.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

Biglang inatake sa puso ang aking mom, at mabilis na umapaw ang kaniyang medical bills bago pa man ako makahinga nang maayos.   Desperado na ako kaya agad akong humarap sa mayaman kong boyfriend sa pagasa na baka makatulong siya sa akin, o makaisip manlang ng solusyon sa sitwasyon. Pero sa halip na suporta ang aking matanggap, nagpakawala siya ng isang tirada na mas matindi pa sa kahit na anong salitang narinig ko.   “Ito ba ang dahilan kung bakit ka sumama sa akin? Para sa pera ko? Wala kang pinagkaiba sa ibang mga babaeng nagbibigay sa kanilang mga sarili sa akin. Parepareho kayong lahat—kaawa awa at walanghiya kayong mga babae kayo!”   Bago pa man ako makapagreact, agad niya na akong itinulak palabas ng pinto.   At nang maintindihan niya ang buong kwento, binigyan niya ako ng isang bank card nang hindi nagtatanong ng kahit na ano. “Candice”, tahimik nitong sinabi gamit ang nagsisisi niyang boses. “Birthday mo ang password nito.”   Hindi ako nagsabi ng kahit na ano sa kaniya. Hinayaan kong mahulog ang card sa sahig bago ako umalis nang hindi lumilingon sa kaniya.

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful. "The password is your birthday." I didn't say a word. I just let the card drop onto the floor and walked away without looking back.