My Psycho Stepson And Me

葬儀屋の息子 涼川 蛍は、ある日謎の組織にデスゲームとして監禁される。富豪の狂乱として観覧される中、どんどん猟奇的なものへと加速する。 更にゲームマスター ルキは早々に蛍のサイコパスを見抜いていたが、蛍には人に言っていない犯行が存在する事を知らない。傾いたまま続いていく関係の二人のサイコパス。 数多くのサイコパスを飼い慣らしてきたルキと少年猟奇殺人犯の蛍。 果たしてどちらが本当のサイコパスなのか。

Tanya Sanchez, isa siyang nurse sa ospital ng mga baliw. Devin Ferrer, isang pasyente ng hospital na may kakayahang makita ang kamatayan ng mga tao sa ospital na iyon. Ilang buhay ang masasawi? Sino ang salarin? Posible bang mahulog ang loob ng nurse sa kanyang pasyente? Samahan ang dalawa sa paglutas ng misteryo ng katakot-takot na ospital.

His breathing kicked up a notch, his fist are in tight balls while he eye fuck her bareness. His manhood fought between his robes. He caused with all the demons taking possession of his body...he was a priest. Before he could inwardly remind himself over again, Camila rushed to grabs his hand, while she subconsciously direct his fingers in exploration. Starting from her right breast lump down to her harden nipple. "You can't deny you don't want this Father." She said in between frustrated moans. He hardly could look away, breaths cut short in anticipation on where her exploration takes his fingers to. But she only sucked on them, grinding it in her heat moistened saliva from root to the peak. All his body was in a sizzling heat now while she sucked on his bare neck and worked on doffing his rob from his shoulders. Her sex locked him close to the wall. To hell with the Devils, he needed this. He needed her right now. Never had she been his to own and explore but each ceaseless day always riled him up with the pleasure to have her, snatch her away from his vindictive drug lord Father and savor her with all manners of canal desires. Is this simply just lust of the flesh or fulfilling his deprivation of being acknowledged and loved. • • • • • Rated 18 guys.... Don't say I didn't Warn you, well except you can take the spice🤤

เรเน่สาวน้อยกำพร้าเมื่อชีวิตเธอต้องเข้าไปพัวพันกับมาเฟียโรคจิตอย่างเอริคอย่างไม่ตั้งใจ และเขาเองก็ไม่ยอมจะปล่อยเธอไปง่าย ๆ เพียงเพราะอยากเห็นน้ำตาของเธอ แต่เขาคงไม่รู้ว่าผู้หญิงธรรมดาคนนี้นี่แหละที่จะเปลี่ยนชีวิตเขาไปตลอดกาล

"Use your words Isabella , I want to hear that sweet voice of yours " His voice dripped with cold menace as his grip on my jaw tightened even more. My lips trembled under his harsh glare. I could barely manage to hold his gaze with my blurry teary ones . "I..I'm sorry A..Ace" I stuttered "You are always sorry, a pathetic cry baby is all you are ever going to be. " He sneered further tightening his grip on my shoulders. I couldn't stop an embarrassing tear that escaped my eyes at his words. "You are so pathetic, I will only hurt you more until you are nothing more than dust beneath my feet " My eyes widened when he inched closer , not knowing what to expect i shut my eyes tightly close . I stopped breathing when his breath fanned against my cheeks. When I opened my eyes he was gone. He used to be my crush and childhood best friend... But now he's my nightmare. He hates me, and he's vowed to make my life a living hell. Because I made a huge mistake. Staying alive when I should have died.

ANNA SMITH adalah seorang gadis yang memiliki perawakan sempurna. Postur tubuh bak supermodel. Setiap lelaki yang melihatnya ingin segera membawa gadis itu ke ranjang. Namun ... tahukah kamu apa yang berbeda darinya? Gadis bertubuh molek dan seksi itu nyatanya memiliki sisi lain yang hanya ia tunjukan pada orang-orang yang telah ditandainya. Termasuk .... Seseorang yang tiba-tiba datang dari masa lalu sekadar untuk melengkapi balas dendamnya. Nuansa gelap yang berbalut kepedihan. Namun, di sisi lain membawa kesenangan. Rasa sakit dan juga balas dendam. Kedua unsur ini akan bercerita di antara kesenangan yang akan dimainkan oleh seorang Canadia Smith. ________________ THIS IS SEXY ROMANCE STORY - Only for Adult ;) Simpan dan VOTE Novel ini, yah :)

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.

"You keep pretending you don’t remember me,” he said quietly. I didn’t turn around. “You’re my stepson now.” A sharp laugh. “That’s not what you called me when your fingers were in my hair.” My breath shook. “That night meant nothing.” Then he leaned in, his breath brushing my cheek. “I shouldn't want you, you are married to my father, and somehow,” he murmured, “you're still the woman I can’t stop thinking about.” Camilla Moretti discovered the betrayal the worst way possible—secrets unraveled, lies laid bare. Her boyfriend had been sleeping with her best friend. She was pregnant. Broken and numb, Camilla vanished into the night and into the arms of a stranger whose name she never asked for, whose touch felt like an escape. By morning, her fate was sealed. She was married off to a powerful man nearly three times her age. Then the stranger walked into her new home as her stepson. With both of them jumping into conclusions they clash as enemies and they fought each other as fiercely as they wanted each other. Hatred became obsession, and obsession became a forbidden affair that would start a war neither of them could stop

Layla Carson is the newest widow in town. After being sold to an old billionaire and enduring her firsts at his hands, she's scared of what life might throw at her next. But the billionaire's son is here with her. Her stepson, who is two years older than her, handsome as hell, and also insisting on sleeping in her bed sometimes. When Layla asks him why he's doing that, he simply leans low and whispers, "Don't act like you don't want me to." And that's odd because she doesn't, does she? Ryan hated his father. He still hates him even now that he's dead, so he wants to take the one thing he thinks his father might have actually loved, something named Layla, with bright green eyes and the kind of body that'd make men drool for days, except he's not the only one here for her. Two other Alphas are here too, and each one of them have their eyes set on the beautiful widow now looking for a man to care for her and tend to her deepest desires. Layla has four months to decide who she wants to be with forever. Is it the stepson she can't stop thinking about, who makes her heart race when she sees him? Or is it Damien and Alex, the first - who rejected her for all to see when she was eighteen? Or the latter - who was the one person she had trusted in her pack, the one who had said he would accept her no matter what, but who rejected her too when she needed him the most. Both of whom are now back and asking her to forgive, and love them again.

"You left me and trusted him You said I committed a sin You moved on, started a new life While I cried as you again stabbed my heart with a knife, You thought now everything's gonna be okay, everything's gonna be fine But how can you forget so easily that Rose, you're only mine" "Xa-Xavier?" "Did you missed me Rose?"