Mom Pov Darla

Rated 18+ | Extremely Explicit | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised You're not just reading smut-you're stepping into fantasies too bold for real life. This collection delivers raw, unapologetic, toe-curling tales that dive headfirst into taboo temptation, dominant lovers, and scenes dripping with lust and power play. Each chapter brings a new pair (or more 😉), new kinks, and wild scenarios-from forbidden office affairs to brat-taming bodyguards, hot professors, naughty neighbors, and secret hookups that should never happen... but do. Some stories are told in third person. Others? You'll be the one getting pinned, spanked, or seduced-written in Y/N POV so you feel every sinful second. So if you're into steamy, twisted, dirty-as-hell reads that don't shy away from the filthy stuff-this is your new obsession. Let's be honest. You're not here for the plot. You're here to get ruined. Warning: This book is soaked in desire, soaked in sin... and soaked in more.

My name is Rose Bailey. I am seventeen years old and about to start my senior year of High school. I have always lived a normal, boring, human life. Never believed in the supernatural or the love at first sight sh#t that others girls my age fall for. That is until I move with my mom and two brothers back to the small town where my mom grew up. My mom makes us stay at this house or should I say castle with a lot of other people living their. Imagine my surprise when I walked in on a man and two women that looked to be 20 or 21 having in a room that looks like an office. Imagine how surprised I was when I was froze in place, unable to move as I felt a sharp pain in my chest from seeing them together as he one from behind while she leaned over a desk from pleasure and the other women was him. The man froze in place and looked at me with a guilty look on his face. The pain got worse in my chest and before I  blacked out I swore I heard him say Mate! 

Pahayag ng May-akda: Lahat ng ito ay isang kathang-isip lamang, kung may mga pangalan, lugar o taong magkatulad sa bida nitong kwento ay hindi sinasadya. -May-akda: Inday Stories. Sky POV HABANG. Habang nasa loob ako sa aking silid ay paulit-ulit kong pinanood ang mga videos ng aking pamilya. Kung may makakita lang sa akin ay sasabihin 'para kang baliw' dahil tumatawa at umiiyak habang pinanood ko itong mag-isa. "Mama, Papa, Bunso! Miss na miss ko na kayong tatlo!" sabi ko habang nakatingin sa TV. Hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin matanggap na wala na sila. Sariwa pa rin sa aking isipan kung paano sila namatay na wala akong magawa. Hanggang natapos ang pinanood ko saka ko naman kinuha ang isang memory card may nakadikit na maliit na papel 'TRUE IDENTITY' -dahil sa aking curiosity ay agad ko itong sinalang sa aking laptop upang mapanood ko ang laman dito. "Anak, kung napanood mo ito ay siguradong may masamang nangyayari sa aming ng Mama mo. Kung sakaling may taong maghahanap o magtatanong kailangan mong itago ang tunay mong pagkatao. Ayaw namin ng iyong Ina na ikaw ang papalit sa kanyang trono bilang isang Mafia, ayaw kong matulad ka naming na maraming napatay na tao o ha-huntingin ka ng mga kalaban namin noon. Ito ang tunay na pagkatao namin anak. Ako at ang iyong ina ay anak ng isang makapangyarihang tao ang iyong ina ay isang prinsesa ng mga Mafia at kalaban namin sa aming organisasyon na kinabibilangan ko. Isa ako anak ng ikatlong Mafia sa Dark Moon, naging hadlang ang iyong Lolo ama ng iyong Ina kung kaya't nagtago kami at bumaba ako bilang isang Mafia prince upang mamuhay nang simpleng mamamayan ganoon rin ang iyong Ina.

Just because my wolf mom scratched Ava Shaw's favorite dress, Noah Potter called a butcher. He punished her seriously. I found her dying body and screamed at him. "I told you before—I was raised by wolves. What you did to her is no different from killing my mother!" Noah stayed cold. He covered Ava's eyes and stared at me. "You are just a stray kid my stepmom picked up. Stop trying to fool me." My wolf mom was still bleeding as she dragged herself toward me. I crawled to her and held her tight. "I stayed here to repay Noah's family for helping the wolf pack. You chased me for miles because you could not let me go. I never thought I would end up hurting you instead." That night, I held my wolf mom and knelt in front of Aunt Wendy's memorial. "Aunt Wendy, the Potters' Zoo are everywhere now. They do not need my gift anymore. I should leave."

After being missing for 18 years, Mom and Dad finally found me. Jillian Swain, the fake heiress, crumples to the floor and starts sobbing. "Goodbye, Mom and Dad. Thanks for taking care of me all these years. But now that Wanda is home, I'm sure you don't have any use for me anymore." Mom and Dad hug her, completely heartbroken. "Sweetheart, don't talk like that! You're our only real daughter, now and always!" Even Harvey Schumer, the guy I was promised to as a kid, declares his love for her. "Forget who you really are. You're the only one I love." They're all tripping over each other to fuss over Jillian. They even throw a birthday celebration for her dog while I'm barely hanging on after a car crash. So I pack up my things, accept the space agency's offer, and slip away into a five-year confidential satellite research project. But the whole family freaks out the second I'm gone, turning the country upside down, searching for me.

I was in the middle of hosting an important international meeting when my younger brother’s sudden call interrupted me. On the other end, his voice was low and trembling. "Matt, someone took my spot for the exchange student program." I rushed to his school right away, only to find him cornered in an office, his eyes slightly red. A cocky-looking boy was pointing at Tim’s nose, his face full of arrogance. "You want to compete with me? I’m the heir of the Smiths in Ardenford. My mom just donated an entire lab building to the school! Who do you think you are?" Even the teacher nearby spoke up in support of him. "Timothy, the Smiths are one of our school’s major benefactors. You’d better be sensible and not cause any trouble." I was about to step forward and confront them when those words—the Smiths in Ardenford—made me stop cold. The Smiths in Ardenford? Since when did my mom have a third son besides me and my brother, Timothy? I immediately dialed her number, a cold laugh slipping from my lips. "Mom, when did you have another son behind Dad’s back?"

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

I thought my life was finally turning around. Hope was just within my reach. But when my dad's life hung in the balance, fate dragged me back to the edge. To save the person I love the most, I agreed to marry my cold-hearted, arrogant boss-a man who made one thing painfully clear: this is just a contract. There's no room for love. After a childhood filled with the pain and loss of my mom, my dad was my anchor, I couldn't afford to lose him. So I entered into a loveless marriage, bound to a man who buried his pain beneath a hardened shell. But as the days passed, I saw glimpses of his loneliness, his hidden vulnerability. Against my will, I started to fall for him, breaking the one rule he'd made: Never fall in love. Now, I face an impossible choice. If I give in to these forbidden feelings, I risk not only my heart but everything—my dad, my freedom, and the fragile connection we've begun to build. Can love survive when breaking the rules could shatter us both?

What happens when a hook-up gets complicated by a baby? Can she hide the secret from him? Or will he show her how possessive he can be when he learns she's carrying his child? ----------- "Seven years ago, I had a one-night stand with my brother's best friend, who also happened to be my lifelong crush. The next day, he vanished leaving me pregnant. Now, I am a single mom raising our son in the same small town. Recently, he returned to attend my brother's wedding and the truth about our son was finally revealed. As he reclaims his place in our lives, the sparks between us reignite. However, danger from his past threatens to shatter our newfound connection. I am torn between my love for him and my fear of getting hurt again, especially now that I have two hearts to protect - our son's and my own."

"PAPILLON!!!" His scream ripped through the house as his fist slammed into the wall right beside my head. The impact was deafening, before I could even blink, he lunged. His hand snapped around my neck. I gasped, my body going rigid as his grip locked me in place... not tight enough to kill, but firm enough to control, to own, to make sure I couldn't move… couldn't look away from him. His eyes burned into mine... wild, furious and terrifying. "Say it again," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. "Say you like him one more time and I'll go back to him, I won't just beat him, Papillon…" His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make me swallow hard. "I'll cut his tongue out and bring it to you in a box." My heart dropped. My lips parted, but no sound came out. What… What have I gotten myself into? ~~~ After I found a secret about my mom, my dad sent me to Paris saying it was the best way to escape from Mom's cage. What I didn't expect was to meet Logan, but everyone in L'impasse des Ombres calls him Bloodbath. He wasn't the gentle, patient kind of man I had read about in books. He wasn't safe. He wasn't soft. He was danger wrapped in calm confidence. Darkness disguised as temptation. He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about... calm on the surface, but with something dark and merciless lurking underneath. He wasn't like me... I didn't belong to his dark world. But instead of running away, I found myself begging to feel his warm tongue against my skin. He ruined the careful, obedient girl I had always been. And the worst part was… I wanted him to. I craved him.