My Poseidon Sub Indo

Ang kasal ay nagbibigkis sa dalawang taong nagmamahalan. Pinapangarap ito ng bawat kababaihan dahil sa hatid nitong kaligayahan—pero hindi para kay Aira. Ang groom niya kasi na si Dave ay ang long-time boyfriend ng bunso niyang kapatid na si Trina. Pakiramdam tuloy ni Aira ay magiging kontrabida lang siya sa pag-iibigan ng dalawa. Gayun pa man ay wala rin siyang nagawa dahil iyon ang gusto ng mga magulang niya. Natuloy ang kasal nila Dave at Aira. Sa kabila ng pagiging opisyal na mag-asawa ng dalawa ay nagpatuloy pa rin ang pagkikita nila Dave at Trina. Hindi naman ito naging lihim kay Aira. Hinayaan nya lang ang dalawa na ipagpatuloy ang relasyon nila. Tanggap niya na kasi ang katotohanang hindi naman talaga siya mahal ni Dave at napilitan lamang itong magpakasal sa kanya dahil sa kasunduan ng kanilang mga magulang. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay may nangyari kay Dave at Aira Matapos nilang pagsaluhan ang isang mainit na gabi ay unti-unting nahulog ang loob nila sa isa't isa. Isang pag-iibigan ang nabuo nang hindi nila namamalayan. Sa pagsasamahang dulot lamang ng isang kasunduan ay mahanap kaya ng dalawa ang tunay na pagmamahal? Kaya bang agawin ni Aira si Dave kay Trina na una nitong minahal?

When Jerome, her best friend's older brother, enters her life, Stacy's simple world is turned upside down. His charismatic presence and compassionate nature draw her in, but their forbidden attraction threatens to ruin her closest friendship. As they navigate the dangerous landscape of their feelings, Stacy must confront her own vulnerabilities and the fears that have held her back. Will she risk everything for a chance at love, or will the weight of her past and the pressure of her present tear them apart?

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Charisse thinks she has the most perfect boyfriend. But the possessive Beta has been isolating her from the world, controlling every aspect of her life, down to the shoes she wears, using love as an excuse. When Charisse discovers that he's marrying another, she accepts the help of Alpha Dorian Vellum, CEO of the most powerful Crimson Crest Empire, and build a new life to have her revenge. But is Dorian another possessive man or is he simply obsessed with her? Will she marry the mysterious and manipulative Alpha or forgive her possessive ex’s betrayal and start afresh?

Seven years ago, my husband, the King of the Humans, banished me to the Everfrost Plains, where my life came to a tragic end. Seven years later, a grave illness befalls the Queen of the Humans, and blood spills endlessly from her lips. The clerics claim that I have cursed her. Only the blood taken from my heart can cure her fully. Gareth Lancaster, my former husband, comforts his new wife, the queen, and says, "You have nothing to fear. To think she's still trying to harm you, her older sister, even when she has been exiled! "I'll march to the Everfrost Plains right away and carve her heart out to use as your cure. Then, I'll have her soul sent to hell to suffer in torment for all eternity." Sword in hand, Gareth heads to the Everfrost Plains. He finds a Serpentkin, one who should've died in the Great War of the Beasts and Men seven years ago. The Serpentkin has frozen solid, standing before my grave with his hands clasped together as if in prayer. In front of my grave sits a young girl. She says, "You won't be able to take my mother's heart. She died many years ago. I stayed here to let the truth be known to all…"

I handed Marcus, my billionaire boss the wrong flash drive and now he’s seen exactly what I do on weekends to rewind — on my knees, 10 men nutting on my face, loving every second of it. He didn’t fire me. He emailed me. And made me his personal slut. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A short raw and hot erotica story

My husband’s childhood friend was trapped in an elevator for half an hour. In his anger, he stuffed me inside a luggage bag and locked me inside. “You’re paying double for all the suffering Grace went through.” My body was forced into a curled-up state. I had a hard time breathing. I cried as I apologized, but all I got was my husband’s cold reproach. “You’re going through the entirety of this punishment. Once you’ve learned your lesson, you’ll behave.” He then locked the luggage bag in the closet. I screamed in despair and struggled to break free. My blood seeped out of the bag and soaked the floor. Five days later, he felt sorry for me and decided to end the punishment. “Let this punishment be a warning for you. This time, I’ll let you go.” Little did he know that my body was already rotting inside the luggage bag.

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?