My Freaking Alarm

It was an adult site which brought us together. We chatted for a week and finally decided on three nights. Three nights of pleasure — and after that, no contact with each other. But by the third night, I got too addicted to him. To the one, whose name I still don’t know. He was my Mr. Stranger. My match. Even though we decided on three nights, and they were over, I wanted more. But the thing that shocked me was the website that connected us vanished the day after our third night. It’s been two years now, and I’m still unable to forget those three nights. Still looking for him. And then… I found him. The man I gave my body to the one who ruined me so sweetly is now sitting across the table at a family dinner. My Mr. Stranger Now My step-uncle. Was it just a coincidence, or a well-planned event? And how did that website get deleted right after that day? Will I really be able to stay away from the only man I craved for two entire years? Was I the only one feeling this way, or was he no different from me? Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Whatever it was, I was in a deep mess with no way out . warning : this is steamy story.

“Don't love someone who can never be yours because it is a promise of pain for eternity of life” I'm Elena Edwards, the only daughter of Chase Edwards. He is a well-known business man, running thousands of companies around the world and earning more than enough to provide me everything that I want. I have three over protective brothers, Noah Edwards, Brandon Edwards and Eric Edwards. Noah Edwards is a very famous Football player and it makes him a celebrity. Brandon Edwards is a renowned businessman, running Edwards Company with my dad. Eric Edwards is my twin brother, he's a notorious playboy and you'll find his picture on the cover page of every magazine with the new girl every week.I have dreams like getting married and having a beautiful family with the love of my life who is still somewhere out in the world unfound. But I'm a happy girl, growing around a loving family and living my life better than my own expectations. That's what I thought until he came back in my life and changed everything.

#Age gap #taboo #Erotica #Smut #love triangle #boyxgirl #BDSM #dominant #possessive #submissive #poortorich #billionaire #mafia WARNING!!! (THIS BOOK IS A DARK ROMANCE WITH BDSM, SLUT-SHAMING, ROUGH AND PAINFUL SCENES, AND MORALLY AMBIGOUS THEMES THAT MOST REFER TO AS DUBIOUS CONSENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS THEN READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Milo was the most dangerous mobster in Russia and I was his slave, his sex toy, and his property. He was one step closer from branding me as his. He killed anyone who got close to me or touched me in any way. He showered me with luxury and gifts that I would have never afforded myself. I didn’t care that he had many enemies who would use me to get to him. He was everything I could have dreamt of and more. The only problem was, I was 19 yrs his junior and I was his son’s ex-girlfriend. I found myself caught between father and son. Was blood really thicker than love? My name is Emilie and this is how Milomir Petrov ruined my life.

"Be my wife, Lisa?" walang emosyong tanong ni Fier. He is a happy go lucky man. A womanizer at walang balak mag-seryoso sa buhay. Kaya naman ang mga magulang nito ay nag-aalala sa kanilang pinakamamahal na endangered name-- Madrigal. Siya ang nag-iisang anak at bukod tanging magbibigay ng mga susunod na henerasyon ng mga Madrigal's ngunit walang siyang balak mag-asawa. Gusto lang niyang magpakasarap sa mga babaeng nakakasama na walang sakit sa ulong tinatawag na "pag-ibig." Dahil doon, inalisan siya ng mana ng kanyang mga magulang at ibibigay na lamang ito sa mga charity homes na kanilang sinusuportahan. Hanggang sa makilala niya itong isang inosente at amoy isdang babae na sagot pala sa kanyang mga problema. His paper wife-- Lisa. Fier and Lisa Story

A typical teenage romance novel. Where the girl falls in love with the jock. But the only difference in this one is that the girl falls in love with her brother. "Why does what I do matter so much to you?" I asked curiously. He slammed his hand against the car behind me as he caged me in. He looked down at me with a scowl on his face, his tall frame hovering over me. "Because I care about you." He said loudly and his minty breath hit my nostrils causing me to gulp. I've never been this close to him before. Since the first day that he met her, he was attracted to her. But he had to keep his feelings a secret, for the sake of their family. She can't fall in love with him. So he needs to show her the worst parts of himself, because maybe then she'll hate him. Book 2 is out now!

"Stop…. Ah~" I whimpered, my voice timid as he started kissing my neck. I shivered as his mouth latched on my skin. "I thought we could be friends " He chuckled and brought his mouth up to my ear, nibbling it slowly, "You thought wrong Angel.'' Marilyn Smith is a simple middle class girl . All she sees is the good in people and all he sees is bad. Xavier Bass', the well known 'big bad' of the university hates how sweet Marilyn was with everyone but him. He hates how she pretended to be innocent or how she refused to believe that the world around her isn't only made of flowers and rainbows. In conclusion, Marilyn is everything that Xavier despises and Xavier is everything that Marilyn craves. Xavier is a big bully and Marilyn is his beautiful prey. The tension between them and some steamy turns of events brought them together causing a rollercoaster of emotions between them and making a hot mess . After all the big bad was obsessed with his beautiful prey. Will their anonymous relationship ever take a romantic turn?

My heart shattered when I learned my daughter was pimping herself out. I couldn't imagine the young woman I thought of as a precious princess lying beneath an ugly, middle-aged man. It was such a horrific scene…

Who I am? What happened to me? Why I can't remember anything. All i know is i woke up didn't know how to walk, how to speak completly, it feels like I'm a new born baby but the opposite are i have a grown ups body. I'm so weak that i can't even move my muscles. I'm so weak that I can't even mutter a single word. Hera Lopez has been coma for 8 years. How can a maiden would live that is innocent in all things? How can she deal with the people that is around her? A lot of possible things might happend to her because of some people's greediness. They might took advantage of her innocence. Would be a professor named Clinton Niccolas Donovan will help and teach her how to survive from this cruel and twisted reality or be one of those people who have a cruel intention and motive?...

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?