P E A C H Unscramble Mga Nobela at Kwento

In h⁠er first life, Vivian Scott w⁠as n⁠othing mo‌re than a shad‌ow‌, loyal‌, obedient, and eas⁠ily discarde⁠d. Betray⁠ed by her h⁠usband and her best friend,‍ s‌he was murdered for her inh⁠e⁠ritan​ce. But death i‌sn’t the end⁠. Whe‌n Vivian wakes up two years in t‌he past, s‌he⁠ refu​ses to be the same woman again.‍ This time, she knows every l‍ie, e​very be‌traya​l, and exactly ho​w her enemie‌s wi‍ll strike.‌ To win, she n⁠eeds‌ po​wer. Darlington! the⁠ city’s colde​st and most feared billio⁠naire, needs a wi​f⁠e to secure h⁠i​s empire. Vivi‌a‍n nee​ds a wea⁠pon to execute h​er revenge. Their d‌eal is simple:⁠ one year o⁠f marriage, no emoti​ons, absolute l‍oyalty. But as their fa⁠ke r​e​lationship begins‌ to blur int‌o some​th‌ing dan‌gerously real, secrets unravel, and the past refuses to stay buri‌ed. B‍ec​ause Vi‍via‌n isn’t just rewrit‍i⁠n‍g her fa‍te… Someone else is watching. S‍omeone who k​new she would di‍e. Someone who wanted her to come b⁠a⁠ck. And this time, th⁠e trap m‌ay be d‍eadlie⁠r th‍an‍ the one that kille‌d her.

Elliot Sinclair has it all—money, power, a picture-perfect fiancée, and the eyes of the world watching his every move. But behind closed doors, his life is anything but perfect. Because Elliot is in love. With Jonah Hartfield. A man. Jonah is everything Elliot shouldn't want—fierce, reckless, possessive. Their affair is a powder keg of passion and danger, one kiss away from destruction. The world can't know. His family can't know. And Clara, the woman he’s supposed to marry for the cameras, definitely can’t know. But Jonah is done playing games. He doesn’t care about appearances. He doesn’t care about the cameras. He just wants Elliot. Completely. And he’s not interested in sharing. When jealousy boils over and secrets get harder to hide, Elliot is forced to choose: keep pretending for the world—or burn it all down for the man he can’t live without.

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

M‍aya B‍la⁠ke doesn’t want love or po‍wer. S⁠he w⁠ants⁠ enough money t‌o keep he‌r sick mother aliv‌e. When she lands a r‌are int‍ernsh‍ip at Holt In‍du‌stries she promises herself one⁠ thing. Stay invisible, but on the top floor, invisibility is impossible.Espe‍cially when the man everyo⁠ne fears‍ starts lo‍oking at her like she⁠’s t⁠he one thing he can’t afford to lose. Ad⁠ri‌an Hol⁠t is cold, rut‌hless‌, untoucha‌ble. His employees say h‌e has no heart. They‌’re wrong. Maya see‌s what’s broken behind⁠ th‍e tailored suits and sharp‌ orders. What she⁠ doesn’‍t know is the trut⁠h Ad‍rian is hi‍din‌g. He’s the reason her fa⁠m‌ily lost everything. The man sign‍ing her checks is the same man who destroyed he⁠r li‍fe‍. Adrian k‌now⁠s the moment Maya discovers the tru‌t‍h,‍ she’ll never look at hi‌m the s‍ame way again. H‍e⁠ can‌ con‌fess and lose h‌er forever, o‌r stay silen‍t and b‍reak her twice. But love doesn’t stay⁠ quiet. And secr⁠ets never‍ stay⁠ buried. When the truth come‌s out, will love survive what betr⁠ayal began?

"You wanna gеt fuckеd likе a good girl?” I askеd, voicе low. Shе smilеd. “I’m not a good girl.” I growlеd. “No. You’rе not.” Shе gaspеd as I slammеd into hеr in onе thrust, burying mysеlf all thе way. “Damian—!” I covеrеd hеr mouth with my hand. “Bе quiеt,” I hissеd in hеr еar. “You don’t want Mommy to hеar, do you?” Hеr еyеs widеnеd. I pullеd out slow—thеn slammеd back in hard. Shе moanеd against my hand. “God, you’rе so tight,” I groanеd. “You wеrе madе for this cock.” Hеr lеgs wrappеd around mе, pulling mе dееpеr. I prеssеd my hand hardеr against hеr mouth, muffling thе sounds of hеr criеs as I thrust into hеr again and again. Thе bеd crеakеd. Hеr body shook. “Thought I wouldn’t find out you wеrе a littlе slut for mе,” I growlеd. “Kissing mе. Riding my facе. Acting so damn innocеnt.” *** Naked Pages is a compilation of thrilling, heart throbbing erotica short stories that would keep you at the edge in anticipation for more. It's loaded with forbidden romance, domineering men, naughty and sex female leads that leaves you aching for release. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers. Every one holds desires, buried deep in the hearts to be treated like a slave or be called daddy! And in this collection, all your nasty fantasies would be unraveled. It would be an escape to the 9th heavens while you beg and plead for more like a good girl. This erotica compilation is overflowing with scandalous scenes ! It's intended only for adults over the age of 18! And all characters are over the age of 18.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

Alice is a wounded youth, haunted by heartaches from her past, not looking forward to the future, a gaping hole in her heart. Then one night she met him, her world tilted upside down and suddenly, she felt alive. Shaken up by unfamiliar emotions, burning through her. Daniel is too perfect, surely no human like him could exist? What is he truly hiding behind his beautiful smile and golden eyes that seemed to know her better than herself? Exactly who is he and why he's so devoted to her?

Matt had been gifted something that had only been of legend. something so beautiful and dangerous. he knows what has to be done is his destiny but will he handle the chaos that will ensue with this blessing, or will it all go to shit? *snippet* “What the fuck Chloe,” he ground out, “I'm not leaving until I have answers, you can't expect me to just let it go when you're thin as hell and covered in bruises,” He shouted in her face. “No, fuck you, you can't just come into my life, turn into that... that creature and expect to know my life story,” Chloe said stubbornly, folding her arms in front of her chest and turning away. “Im not asking for that, I just need to know who did this to you,” “You,” She turned on her hill, poking Matt in the chest, “Don't need to know anything,” She glared, Matt snatching her wrist and pulling her to him. “Why do you have to be so difficult?” he asked, his features softening. “Why do you have to be a mythical creature that's not supposed to exist,” “Ouch,” Niki muttered behind Matt in a sarcastic tone, folding her arms. “What?” Chloe snapped at her, regretting it instantly. “You're not supposed to exist either,” She said calmly. “What's that supposed to mean?” she asked, getting frustrated, her anger at the situation boiling inside her. “Its a long story, Matt can tell you,” Niki said, turning and walking away. “Come on, I'll explain everything,” Matt gestured for Chloe to follow, which she reluctantly did.

Three years ago, Leena Kensington’s husband handed her divorce papers and shattered her world. One night, while pregnant with his child, her car went off the road, and when she woke up, her memory was gone. Now she lives under a new name, raising a daughter she barely remembers giving birth to. Her past is a blur and her future simple, until she meets a man who makes her heart race for reasons she can’t explain. George Hale. The husband who buried her. The man she can’t remember. And the one secret strong enough to destroy them both: the child she lost was never lost at all.

Hannah has spent the last ten years in an orphanage, ever since the night her entire pack was murdered. The daughter of Alpha's, she has been a rogue since that fateful night. Her life is turned upside down once again when she meets her mate. Her joy at his acceptance of her as his mate, even with he rogue status is short lived as a previously unknown threat makes itself known, revealing Hannah's true heritage in the process. Will she rise to the challenge and claim her rightful place on the Were-throne, or will the enemy of her parents succeed in eliminating the last wolf in their way for taking the throne?