My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On Facebook

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

I can understand Wolfish, but I've never told my Alpha mate, Felix Grayback, about it. In public, he's the mate who dotes on me the most. He even declines a pack trading contract that's worth billions of dollars just to celebrate my birthday with me. As Felix holds me in his arms, he declares in front of his pack, "Bankruptcy is nothing as long as you're happy." I'm so touched that I'm about to burst into tears. So, I embrace Felix's huge, wolf-like body tightly in return. At that moment, I hear him emitting a low growl from his throat. It's a language that only wolves can understand. "This woman is finally plump enough to eat. Tonight, I shall share her flesh with my pack members."

"When I come, I come for you, Daisy. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt. And it’ll be that way for you in reverse. My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Daisy. Intimate and raw." "Role-play, restraints, sex toys, blindfolds and every single fantasy there is, I look forward to exploring all of them with you." He told her, starkly. ##Intentional love and Erotic scenes. (R18) ********** A few years later, Daisy got stuck in an elevator with the last person she wanted to be seen with, her ex! Somehow she let him talk her into attending a fundraiser over the weekend as his date. Things took a turn for the worst when she realized that running into her ex was something she'll be doing more often. Eventually, she had to make a tough choice to either continue having mind blowing orgasms with no string attached or letting herself fall hopelessly in love with the bad boy that wrecked her heart years ago. Judging from how irresistible Brett Lexington was, the decision turned out to be tougher than she anticipated.

Bagi Edward Williams 28 tahun sang CEO muda, mencari partner kencan ditentukan dengan bentuk tubuh yang proporsional. Namun prinsip itu terpatahkan ketika ia bertemu dengan Jenifer Watson 30 tahun sang pemilik kafe. Sifat periang, polos dan naif menarik perhatian Edward. Bahkan ukuran badan over size yang Jenifer miliki selalu menjadi objek fantasi liar Edward. Apakah yang Edward kejar terhadap Jenifer? Perasaan cinta atau hanya nafsu sesaat belaka. Yuk ikuti kisah cinta Ed dan Jeny dengan konflik ringan di sertai bumbu-bumbu kebucinan.

Diam-diam Mira mengetahui perselingkuhan suami dan sahabatnya. Dengan permainan cantik, Mira berusaha meluapkan sakit hatinya melalui cara-cara konyol. Salah satunya mempromosikan suaminya sendiri bersama barang dagangan panci yang dijual. Adam tak menyangka Mira sangat cerdik. Demi impian menjadi orang kaya dan tidak harus bekerja, Adam rela mengemis untuk tidak bercerai dengan Mira agar tambang emasnya tidak hilang.

Bagaimana jika seseorang menawarkanmu sebuah pekerjaan paruh waktu menjadi kekasihnya ? Dan bagaimana jika benar - benar ada sepasang kekasih yang memiliki sikap angkuh tapi saling mencintai ? Bahkan mereka bisa bersama karena sebuah awal yang salah. Ya.... seorang tyaga menjadikan bianca sebagai bahan taruhannya bersama kedua sahabatnya. Tyaga dengan sikap angkuhnya itu tidak pernah dekat dengan wanita manapun, kecuali dengan 'dia' yang ada di masa lalunya. Lalu, kenapa dia menerima taruhan itu ? Padahal bianca memiliki sifat yang sama dengannya, hingga tyaga merasa tertantang untuk menaklukkan gadis itu. Dengan berbagai cara licik dilakukan tyaga agar bisa memenangkan taruhan dengan menjadikan kelemahan bianca agar menjadi kekasihnya. Apa bianca menerimanya ? Tentu saja, karena cara licik tyaga membuatnya tidak memiliki pilihan apapun. Hingga akhirnya kebenaran terungkap karena awal yang salah. Parahnya lagi 'dia' yang ada di masa lalu tyaga kembali ketika perasaan mulai tumbuh.

My best friend, Scarlett Throne, is diagnosed with cancer. After running away from home, she takes her own life. She leaves behind only a testament and a pair of eight-year-old twins, a boy and a girl. "You're the only person I can rely on in this world. I'm not asking you to adopt them, but just make sure they have enough to eat." Out of compassion, I take the siblings in. For the next 20 years, my husband and I have been working hard together to raise them, buying them cars and houses. But one day, my adopted daughter reports my husband for being abusive toward her. Even my supposedly dead best friend suddenly appears and testifies against him. I demand to know why she does such a thing. My best friend, filled with righteous indignation, says, "I see you as my best friend! I've never thought you adopted my children just to serve your husband's perversions!" My husband's reputation is ruined, and he's been thrown in jail. I desperately try to prove his innocence, only to be forcibly sent to a mental hospital by my adopted son. There, I wither away and die. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day my best friend was diagnosed with cancer.

Kimberly Martins was a lovely and caring young lady who found herself in a terrifying situation. She is selfless and brave, risking her own life to save her mother's. She needed money, so she became a prostitute in a bar. What if she meets someone who make her understand how miserable she is and accepts that life is hard? Is it conceivable for her to adore him without end? What if a rich, conceited bachelor falls madly in love for the first time with an impoverished, young woman? And that he is willing to go to any length to make her happy, no matter how unlikely it may appear. Can he maintain his composure when it looks that everything is going wrong? Is he willing to put everything on the line for true love? Their story has taken a dramatic turn, and everything is now uncertain and difficult. Do you believe they'll have a fairytale romance? Is it possible for love to bridge the gap between the wealthy and the poor? Or maybe they were drawn to each other for apparent reason. These are the questions we had to find out in this lightning-fast serendipitous romance.

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”