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Olivia and Carl establish a pattern of behavior at the dinner table, and one more powerful in bed since the same night they met. Meeting at the usual restaurant every Friday night, they don't know each other's lives, what they do for a living, they don't know last names, or if they have someone waiting for them at home. They don't send text messages or calls either, just throw a new proposal on the mattress to be lovers once again and again. Everything is perfect between them, what could go wrong?

....................... Skyler was always abused in school called names and looked down at. It was until her two best friends turned there backs on her and started bullying her. She finally had enough of it all. She moved away only to return for her senior year. She was the same nice kind and sweet Skylar only this time she refuses to take shit from anyone and will talk back and fight back if provoked. With her new fiery attitude and sarcastic replays, she would attract the attention of the biggest gang leader ever..... . .

“Maybe we should get a divorce. Name your prize and leave.” Dylan said and I hiccuped immediately. My heart beat increased rapidly. Just then, my phone buzzed and I knew why he wanted a divorce. My sister was back. Even after three years of dedication and loving him, it turned out Dylan never got over Lexa. He was quick to rush to her as soon as she arrived in the city. Tears welled up in my eyes realising I was nothing but a space holder for my sister. Fine, I would leave. But the next time you see me, I won't be the same. Goodbye forever, I’ll forget we ever met.

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.

Ninety stories. Ninety descents. No apologies. 90 Days Wet is a relentless erotica compilation that strips desire down to its rawest form…power, hunger, obsession, and the choices people make when they stop pretending they’re good. Each story stands alone. Different lives. Different rules. Different limits. From polished housewives with dirty secrets to sugar arrangements that blur into ownership, from age-gap dynamics to domination that doesn’t ask permission…every chapter peels away restraint and leaves something exposed. The further you go, the wetter it gets. The darker it turns. The more dangerous the wants become. This is not slow burn romance. This is filth, sex and taboo in all this glory. Read one. Read ten. Just don’t expect to come out clean. 18+ | Explicit themes | Reader discretion advised

Struggling baker Olivia's world is about to get a sugar rush. A chance encounter with the enigmatic Ethan Kingsley, a billionaire with a heart of gold (or so it seems), leads to a shocking proposition: a marriage of convenience. What starts as a business deal to save her bakery turns into a whirlwind of paparazzi, designer dresses, and undeniable chemistry. But secrets lurk beneath the frosting, and Olivia's past threatens to shatter their fragile connection. Ethan must choose between his ruthless grandfather's demands and a love that could cost him everything. Can their unlikely union survive the media storm, a manipulative family, and Olivia's hidden truth? The Billionaire's Bride is a sweet and steamy story of defying expectations, finding love in the most unexpected places, and proving that sometimes, the most valuable things in life aren't bought with money.

"I'm sorry, Harold! I won't come to the bar ever again… Ah, you can't touch me there…" A drunk, beautiful woman clad in a pair of black stockings can be seen at the entrance of a bar at midnight. Since she's lying on the sidewalk, her white panties are all exposed. Elated, I stick my hand beneath her skirt. Little do I know that the woman, Crystal Conley, has mistaken me for her sugar daddy, Harold Townsend, and thinks that I'm here to teach her a lesson. She's so petrified that she dares not move a muscle. I use the opportunity to part her legs and pin her down hungrily. Poor Crystal shrieks in fright, "How could you punish me like this, Harold?"

In the middle of Tokyo’s relentless rush, two strangers cross paths—by accident, in the most ridiculous way, and at the most unexpected moment—yet it feels as if the universe had quietly arranged it all. What follows are hesitant steps, faltering words, and small messages that slowly create a warm, quiet space between them. Tokyo Love Letter: Hibiki is a story where silence speaks, where ordinary days suddenly begin to matter, and where someone appears out of nowhere… only to become a place to return to, and a space to simply be oneself. This isn’t a story about falling in love quickly, but about feeling it grow—quietly, unexpectedly—through coincidences, through distance, and through the little things we never meant to hold on to.

I'm torn. Should I help him? I can't just leave him to die. I mean he was still alive when he was buried. Arrrrggh! I scan the area and when I'm sure that the coast is clear. I look for the shovel and start to dig up. The adrenaline rush helps me to dig fast. After 10 minutes I hit something hard with the shovel.Lily Fiore: The shy girl that nobody notices but is now trying to overcome her past and anxiety.Salvatore Ugo: The only heir to one of the biggest Mafia on the underground society. He is hot headed and always gets what he wants.This is the story of how Lily saves Salvy and how Salvy loves and saves her in return.

In the tenth year of being Don Vitelli’s sugar baby, the most reckless man alive was ready to change his ways for a good girl. On my twenty‑eighth birthday, he told me it would be our last time together and prepared an entire box of protection. I opened one of the wrappers and asked casually who that good girl was. Caino Vitelli leaned against the headboard and released a slow ring of smoke. “Your sister. I don’t even know how I fell for her. “That little fool can barely breathe after we kiss. She’s as pure as they come.” His tone sounded like a complaint, yet his eyes held a smile. The wrapper slipped from my hand. I stared at him, unable to move. Why her, of all people?