Mom Making Out With Son

Overpowered by the strong hands who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her along, dragging her into a dark room that recks of urine and cigarettes. Hurled her inside. His hands still gripping her hair and not doubt if he let go, some strands of hair would fall of. Undeniably, the pains were suffocating. When she stares at his dark eyes, the only thing she saw was darkness. “Let go, let go of me you bastard!” She spit out. That only made his mighty five fingers appear on her face. Which sent her head spinning on her neck. He made her kiss the earth. And slowly breathed in her face. “Your life ends here....” his voice was deep baritone and cruel and that was when she felt the shivers down her spine. How did the nerdy Elina find her way into the merciless billionaire’s court?

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies . “ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe . I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth . “ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

Frostia Sebastien, isang desi-nuebe anyos na lumaki sa hirap kasama ang kaniyang magulong pamilya. Dahil sa hirap ng buhay at sa kagustuhang makapagtapos ng pag-aaral ay naghanap siya ng trabaho bilang isang kasambahay. Napakalupit ng kaniyang tadhana at napunta siya sa mansiyon ng Rosales Residence at doon nagsimula ang kalbaryo ng kaniyang buhay. Naging lihim mab ang pangmomolestiya at panghahalay ng kaniyang among prinsipal ay nalaman pa rin ito ng karamihan lalo ba ang malupit na madam. Paano siya makakalayo sa mga mapanghusgang tao na walang alam kung ano ang malagim na sinapit niya mula sa Rosales Residence? Ipagpapatuloy pa rin ba niya ang kaniyang pagbubuntis kahit na alam niyang bunga ito ng panghahalay ng inaakalang mabutihing prinsipal? Paano siya makakatakas sa malupit niyang tadhana kung kinakailangan niya rin namang lumaban at maghiganti kahit sa maling paraan? “Kung ikakakulong ko ang pumatay ay ikakatuwa ko pa kaysa umiyak... nang sa kaisipang makukulong ako ay sisiguraduhin ko na... tapos na ang aking paghihiganti!” —Frostia Sebastien

".....one thing is clear to me now, Lind" he allowed the words sink in for effect. Cold beads of sweat broke out on her fore head. She was as confused as she was scared. Where was this fear coming from? Her lips were beginning to tremble, her hands shook like a leaf. Her pupils were visibly dilated. "You are two-faced Lind. Are you in or out?" he asked with a growl filling his dark and powerful voice. His hand was still like a vice gripping her slender neck. Melinda was beyond terrified, yet she couldn't explain why her lustful desire for him was etched deep in the pit of her stomach or her heart. She didn't know which exactly. She would find out the answer to her questions once she answered his.

Samantha' life ended the day her mother died. It was like she didn't exist to her father anymore. Life for her becomes more complicated when her father sells her off in place of her stepsister to clear his debts, little does she know that her life has just began.

Stacey Greenwood thought her life was perfect, even though her boyfriend Grant was nearly blind. She still thought life was good. Then she got a call from her mother saying her father was rushed to hospital and to come back quickly. Her life was never the same again. Grant chose that time to show his insecurities and delayed her so her father died. He had her travel back as she was concerned for him only for them to have a huge argument. She had a terrible accident and when she woke-up she thought she was her dead twin sister Amber. Can she build a good life for herself as her dead sister? When Grant finds out what happened to her, can he help her remember who she really is? And why is Grant's mother so against him getting back together with her? When in the past she loved Stacey.

When I was seventeen, someone stabbed me in the womb, leaving me unable to have children for the rest of my life. My husband promised he would love me forever. Still, after just five years of marriage, he cheated on me with the very person responsible for my injury. They even had a child together, and he wanted me to divorce him so she could replace me.

After failing a bomb disposal mission, my wife, who's also a bomb disposal expert, gives my shield to her true love. I grab her hand and plead with her not to do it, but she shoves me away. "You're so selfish! You have a system that can revive you—why do you even need the shield? Jeremy is already weak, to begin with. He can't handle any impact and needs two shields to keep him safe!" She doesn't know that the system has only given me two chances to be revived. I used the first chance when she begged me to save Jeremy Sawyer. During a mission last year, I used the second chance to save her from the brink of death. It looks like I'm going to die today.

Karena sebuah kecelakaan dan kesalahpahaman antara seorang wanita bernama Zara, dengan seorang pemuda tampan bernama Zeo, Zara terpaksa harus menanggung benih Zeo di dalam rahimnya. Zeo berpikir kalau ini adalah rencana dan jebakan yang dibuat Zara, untuk merebut hatinya. Sampai hal yang tidak diinginkan pun terjadi, sehingga membuat Zara malu dan mengasingkan dirinya sendiri dari hadapan mereka. Zara mengandung dan melahirkan anak dari Zeo. Zara merawat anak Zeo dengan sepenuh hati, karena bagaimanapun juga itu adalah darah dagingnya sendiri. Apakah kehidupannya akan baik-baik saja ke depannya?

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.