My Life Story As A Student

Rated 18+ | Explicit Holiday Erotica Collection 150 stories. 150 ways to burn. This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

Synopsis "I thought, you won't show up until Zacahria doesn't agree to marry you? Oh, come on Silvia, are you really that desperate?" "Sorry? I think you mistook for someone, excuse me?" "I'm not kidding, so stop pretending you don't know me." " We are tired of your games Silvia." "For the second time, I am not Silvia! So don't ever call me that name again!" she said before turning her back on it and hurriedly leaving that place. Since she went back to the Philippines with his father, she could not sleep and was not able to rest . Because that named Silvia always interrupts her wherever she goes, she is always mistaken for Silvia. And who is that Silvia? Is that really how they look alike? Whoever that woman she's interested to know. When Zacahria saw her, he kidnapped the girl and took her to an island. Zacahria forces her to stop pretending and hiding from her parents because even if she did it over and over again he will not marry her. Olivia was hurt by what she heard so she continued the plan of pretending to be Silvia. And days passed she did enjoying his company. Olivia saw how much he cared for her and she didn't know that she had almost forgotten that she wasn't the woman he was looking for. She enjoyed being Silvia a lot and even more and when she found out that Zacahria was already in love with her she felt jealous for Silvia and felt pity for herself. But she has to put an end to that stupidity. She can't pretend for the rest of her life because she knew in herself that the day will come the real silvia will return.

On my 28th birthday, I announced that I was pregnant. But my husband told everyone that he was sterile. Together with my best friend, they said that this was proof that I cheated on him. I tried defending myself, but in the end, I, along with my baby, died while burning with hate. When I reopened my eyes, I returned to the moment three hours before my death.

Marcel was born a Vampyre but never felt at home in Blackledge Castle or his own body. His father Halen has created an army of feral vampires, the means by which he will gain power and deliver justice to the descendents of the High Priestess who made him the monster he is. The curse his father's barbaric past has brought down upon Marcel is one he sets out to rid himself of. The cullings and rampant bloodshed Halen thrives on are atrocities in Marcel’s eyes, and he knows if he does not leave, he will be dragged down with the clan when the Blackledge empire inevitably falls. This story follows Marcel as he learns to accept who and what he is through encounters with undying witches, dragons as old as the mountains in which they live and packs of warrior werewolves. Marcels eyes are opened to a world he never could have dreamed of from inside the tall walls of his former home. Marcel's journey is one of hardship, heartache, self discovery and wonder but it is not without its obstacles and hardships. When he finally finds a place he could call home he needs to make a choice, love or belonging. Can a Vampyre have it all? ***This book is part of my 'Twin Alphas' series. You do not need to have read the other stories as Marcel’s story is his own.

Franchetti Xerene Covry - maangas, palaban, astig, at walang inuurungan. She's careless and reckless, lahat na ata ng kalokohan ay alam na niya. Aakalain mong tomboy ito dahil sa paraan ng kaniyang pananamit. But don't underestimate this small thing because she's insanely strong and terrible. Dress her up and she's actually a bad-ass chic. She may live in an apartment but trust me, she can afford to buy islands, perhaps, an entire country. SHE'S THAT WEALTHY. But it was not hers, she said. All those wealth and everything, it was not hers. It was for DEATH.

Two weeks before my wedding to Alexander Hayes, he invites his friends over to our small home. During dinner, Alexander keeps groping me, whether intentionally or not. After they finish eating, I overhear their conversation as I clear the dishes and walk past the study. "Alex, Lydia's quite something. I touched her earlier, and her skin's so soft. She nearly pulled my soul out. "If you don't mind, let us guys have some fun with her once she pays off the debt for you. We'll help you cover the cost of whatever Kay wants." Alexander chuckles softly, his voice casual and careless. "Sure, I don't mind. I've been sleeping with her for so long, I'm already sick of her anyway. "Just make sure she doesn't rat us out to my grandpa... Actually, forget it. She's blind anyway, so she won't figure it out." For two years, I've devoted myself completely to taking care of Alexander, yet he's ready to throw me into other men's beds, using my body to settle his debts. I stand silently at the doorway, feeling absolutely nothing. Of course, I know that someone else has been replacing him for a year. The person who holds me close night after night isn't him, and the child in my belly isn't his either.

All it takes for me to be locked inside a sauna for eight hours is an accidental splash of hot water on Wayne Miller's secretary's hand. Right before I lose consciousness, he finally orders someone to let me out. He hisses, "Consider this a warning. If I ever see you lay a hand on Naomi again, I won't let you off so easily." I lie on a stretcher and answer with quiet composure, "Understood."

On my eighteenth birthday, a mouthwatering scent filled my nostrils and I was shocked when I saw the professor I hated the most was my mate. Returning home, my stepmom said she was going to introduce to me her new husband which shocked me. My father was disabled from a brutal illness yet she wanted to marry another man. When he came in, he turned out to be him. My Mate and My Professor.

Betsy— Mother says everything a lady can do to help herself in this cruel world is to fend and take care of herself without losing a strand of her hair to shameful behavior. And I totally agree with her. But how do I explain compromising my faith, my ideals and my principle? One I had been upholding since I was a kid, all because of a hot body my brother calls a best friend. I wasn't going to take the chance to be swayed by someone I should see as my brother, my Alpha, someone I shouldn't think of having, not going to happen. Did I mention I've got a boyfriend who loves me? Now I can tell, I'm such a mess! Drake— I may be color blind, but not with her. I see everything clearly when she's around. Betsy is my best friend's younger sister. We never got to be so close to each other, her mother had taken her away from the pack since her father's death. But Nick had stayed behind as my beta, it was his duty. Now that she's back to the town and to the pack, I couldn't believe how she managed to fill my thoughts, and get into my mind. And that was it. I was going to find out exactly what made her so different from other she-wolves. Was it the way she swings that tiny waist? Or was it just in my head?

I live with a man who wants to destroy me. Stephen Kinsley doesn’t just hate me—he wants to break me. Ruin me. Make me suffer for the sins of my father, the man who murdered his mother in cold blood. Now, I’m trapped in his territory, forced to obey his rules, surrounded by a pack that would tear me apart if given the chance. Stephen watches me like a predator stalking prey. He pushes, taunts, and waits for the moment I shatter. But beneath his fury, there’s something darker. Something twisted. Because the more he hurts me, the more he seems to enjoy it. And the most terrifying part? I think I do too. This isn’t just revenge. This is war. And when it ends, one of us won’t make it out alive.