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On our wedding day, the big screen glitched—then flipped to kissing shots of Caleb Gorman and his "girl best friend," Holly Beech. Holly shot up, hand over her mouth, smiling all fake-innocent. "Relax, everyone. We were just messing around. Caleb and I go way back. Guess that makes me wife number two." Caleb smiled, soft like always. "That's just her. No filter. Don't take it seriously." I looked at him. Calm. "She plays kissing pics of you two at our wedding and calls herself your 'wife number two.' That's messing around?" His face tightened. Annoyed. "It's a few photos. We've been together five years. You're really gonna nitpick something this small and not let it—" I raised a hand, cutting him off. "Yeah. I am. I'm not letting it go." That hit him. He wasn't used to me standing firm. I turned to the crowd. "This wedding's over."

Caution!!! This story plunges straight into unfiltered lust, inner turmoil, and risky, taboo cravings. It uncovers fierce dominance struggles, secret urges, and bonds that shatter every line meant to stay intact. If you crave a narrative packed with obedience, surrender, shame, and overwhelming hunger, then this is for you!! Mason has always known what he wants… even if he never had the words for it. At twenty-four, he craves control, not in life, but in the bedroom. He wants to kneel, to obey, to be seen and owned by someone who understands the depth of his desires. When he finally finds that connection online with a dominant man known only as Dom, everything begins to change. For the first time, he feels understood and behind the safety of anonymity, Mason allows himself to explore desires he has never spoken out loud. But when they decide to meet, the man behind the screen isn’t a stranger. It’s Alaric, the man who helped raise him, his father’s best friend and the one person he should never want. What begins as a mistake turns into something deeper, darker, and impossible to resist because once boundaries are crossed… There’s no going back.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

For the past two weeks, my best friend, Matthew Douglas, had been dodging me. While scrolling, I came across a tarot livestream and decided to use it to check whether something had gone wrong between us. I had barely sent two gifts into the stream when an anonymous male account unmuted himself. His voice was deliberately disguised, but he spoke with barely concealed glee. "Tarot master, I'm about to run off to Sanyara with my best friend's fiancée. Read my cards. Will he catch us?" I recognized the cadence, the pauses. I was still frowning at my screen when the tarot reader flipped a card and said, "The cards show some risk. My advice? Lay a smokescreen first. Tell him your company is sending you on a business trip. Stagger the timing, and you'll be in the clear." A second later, my phone lit up. A message from Matthew appeared. Matthew: [Sorry, man. I can't make it to your suit fitting this week. An investor just sprung a last-minute site visit on me in Sanyara. My bad!]

Camden Price's true love, Lynn Gardner, died on my surgery table. Unexpectedly, the malicious Camden chose to protect me from backlash and even proposed to me. He treated me extraordinarily well after we got married. Camden would take me to taste the hottest chili. We would sign up for the most death-defying activities like bungee jumping. When it was late at night, he would take me to the rowdiest and most dangerous bars to drink our hearts away. All this led to me contracting stomach cancer. During my late-stage cancer, I found the diary he left at home. Everything he did with me was what Lynn wanted to do with him. On the last page of his diary, he wrote hatefully, "She deserves to die." I did die. I died after Lynn was found alive. She had faked her death. I died on the day Lynn was marrying another man. You should be happy now, Camden.

After finding out that her mate, Alpha Cillian cheated and impregnated another woman, Luna Mabel is shattered, torn, and doesn't think that there can ever be a chance between them again. Feeling remorseful and never meaning to hurt his mate, Alpha Cillian fights hard, desperately trying to win back the love of his life. Sadly for him, he fails to recognize his enemies on time. More secrets are revealed, and more hearts break, more conflicts come and go, but in the end, will love triumph over broken trust, or will the wounds of betrayal forever damage their once-perfect romance? In this gripping tale of love and redemption, prepare to be captivated by a story that explores the depths of human weakness and the power of second chances. Warning: This is a dark romance tale, and in some later parts of the book will contain dark scenes aimed to justify the point of the storyline. If triggered by dark scenes involving sexuality and rape, kindly desist from continuing. Thank you. Image credit: Freepik.com For more updates on my stories, follow my facebook page, Eyitee's library

If you are not rated PG-18, this book is not meant for you. Only the strong-hearted can face what lies inside these pages… be warned. Each story is developed with detailed, twisted passion and irresistible kinks that push the boundaries of lust and temptation. These are the kind of secrets people whisper about… but never dare to confess. Inside Lust Diaries, every page burns with dirty tension, forbidden cravings, and reckless desires that refuse to stay hidden. From FxF temptations, to the filthy student who crosses the line with her professor, to two colleagues whose late-night meetings turn dangerously heated, to a best friend whose secret hunger has been waiting far too long… Every story pulls you deeper into a world where rules blur, boundaries break, and desire takes control. It’s dirty. It’s intense. And it has every craving you secretly want. So if you can’t handle the heat of Lust Diaries… Leave now. Because once you open this diary… the heat only gets worse.

On my wedding day, my fiancé bailed. Sabina—his ex—had sent him a diary listing 77 things she'd done for him. Turns out she only dumped him because his family pushed her to. So, he ran back to her. While I was still reeling, Jacob—my fiancé's best friend—showed up. He got down on one knee, flashed a ring he'd clearly had ready, and said, "Yuna Auclair, I've liked you for a long time. Will you marry me?" I thought he was my person. But after the wedding, Jacob turned distant. Hot one second, ice-cold the next. Then I found a diary in his study. Just like the one Sabina had sent my ex. Page one hit like a truck: [Hurt Yuna Auclair seventy-seven times, and I'll break up with Gabriel and be with you.] Oh—and Gabriel? He was my ex.

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"