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After Pierce Emery and I got back together, I started "renting him out." Every time his old flame, Daphne Roach, called him away, I stopped crying and causing scenes like before. I charged by the hour instead. Ten grand an hour during the day. Twenty at night. Triple on holidays. Three months later, my account was up almost two million dollars. Pierce had promised to help me pick a dress for a banquet, but Daphne called him crying, saying she'd sliced her hand while cooking. I didn't even look up. I just held out my phone with the payment screen open. One night, I came down with a brutal fever. While Pierce was driving me to the hospital, his phone rang again. Daphne. He stared at the screen for a long second before answering. Her voice came through shaky and tearful. "Pierce, the thunder's so loud. I can't sleep. Can you come stay with me?" I quietly pulled out an umbrella and told him to let me out at the next intersection. He looked at me like he wanted to explain something, but I just smiled. "Don't forget to transfer the money." The same thing happened again on the day our daughter went in for her routine checkup. Except this time, she was the one asking him for money.

She said, "Fate is nothing but a question which the Deity throws, the answer... is the choices we make..." He looked at the small figure in front of him and said, "What you are saying is known as Destiny, because Fate is something… that you cannot avoid.” .... Yoon Su Yeon is a simple-minded, focused and nerdy girl, living an average life until things suddenly started to change when she meets a doctor who happens to be part of the underworld. Things started to get more complicated when some mysterious people from her past life starts emerging in her present life. They desperately want to change something monumental that happened in the past which left a lasting impact on them. But without any recollection of her past, she doesn't know whether she was even connected to it or not. If she helps them altering that fateful event, what would happen to her current life? . . Excerpt: He was standing in the corner, looking at a girl who was enjoying with her colleagues, for whom he was waiting for more than 4 years. he whispered, "I think it's enough of waiting now, it's time for us to be together. Little Bunny, will you accept me this time?" The cover page is not mine, credit to the owner! I will make a cover page soon!!! No major misunderstanding, no rape but an exciting and mysterious plot!!

Warning: This book is not for the faint of heart as it contains explicit, mature stories meant to tempt, corrupt, and consume you, leaving you craving for more. Sinful Temptations is a wicked collection of short, addictive steamy stories that will make your pulse race as your body aches for more. Sit back, open it, and surrender to each page as your imagination takes you all the way. Once you start, you won’t want to stop, until you’ve given in completely.

This is a compilation of gay erotica romance filled with taboos that will make you question your moral. Turn the page if you dare. Extract: “That’s it. Let Daddy hear you.” Three fingers pushed inside me. I rocked back, begging. He pulled out, rolled on a condom, slicked himself thick. “Look at me.” I did. “Tell me you want it.” “I want you inside me, Daddy. Fuck me. Please.”

An app had been making the rounds online lately—one that let you text your future self. Right before the final paper of the SATs, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and fired off a message: [Future me, do I end up marrying Liam Tinsley?] The screen flickered, and a reply from an "Unknown Number" popped up almost instantly: [Yes. You had a big, grand wedding.] I clutched my phone and typed back fast: [And Mia Thompson was my maid of honor, right? She's my best friend!] The response came just as quickly: [She was. But she wasn't just the maid of honor, she slept with Liam on your wedding night.] My smile froze mid-expression. Then a second message hit: [Truth is, you didn't need to go through all that trouble tanking your scores just to match his. He bombed the math section on purpose—so he could end up in the same city as Mia, who was at the bottom of the class.] [He pushed you to turn down that top-tier university—not for your sake, but because he didn't want Mia to feel inferior next to your grades.] The pre-exam warning bell cut through the air. But I was frozen, my body ice-cold, unable to move. One last message slammed into my screen: [If you don't believe me, head straight to the motel behind the school after the test. You'll see the truth for yourself.]

"Ms. Stout, please read the requirements carefully. Once you submit your personal profile and sign up, all of your information will be sealed. You must then enter the research institute within 15 working days. Until the research results are made public, you will not be allowed to leave." The response from the National Academy of Sciences Research Institute came quickly, accompanied by a form. Shermaine Stout stared at the screen, but the mouse in her hand suddenly felt as heavy as lead. The door to her room suddenly swung open, and Shermaine blinked, quickly closing the laptop without a trace of emotion.

**** cover page not mine **** R rated read at your own risk After having a very hot one-night stand with a stranger, Christodia found out that the stranger is no other than the Kwame Agyapong, the heartless CEO and he now wants to own her by hook or crook. "Get the hell off me", I yelled. "And go where, baby? I want a recap of last time." And without warning he entered me fully. I scream "Yeah, scream baby, welcome to hell."

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

WARNING! This book contain Explicit scenes! This story is carefully plotted to fulfill your wildest fantasy. You want kind that leaves your body trembling and burning with need? Lustful Cravings is a collection of short stories wrapped in temptation that is too hard to resist, forbidden attractions that shouldn’t be spoken about, and emotional intensity that is difficult to control. From secret encounters that leave your breath ragged to complicated desires that make your lower belly pulse. Are you searching for MxM, FxF,, MFM, MMMF, FFM.. and more? You’re at the right stop. Sit tight, lower your screen brightness, and allow this story to leave you aching with need.

Back when we were still in love, I heard from someone else that Charlie Grant had been getting unusually close to his secretary. He never offered an explanation. He let me dig for the truth on my own. Over the past five years, I quietly collected countless photos of them together—having lunch, leaving late-night meetings, even traveling for business—but none of them offered conclusive proof of cheating. Until the day he proposed to me. There was a giant screen set up. It was supposed to play a romantic video Charlie had prepared just for the proposal, but the screen suddenly cut to something else. A video of Charlie at a hospital, standing beside his secretary as she underwent a pregnancy check-up. In the video, the doctor clearly referred to Charlie as her husband… and the father of her child. His secretary burst into tears on the spot and apologized to me repeatedly. She sobbed as though she were the victim. Charlie, however, stood there with a cold expression and said flatly, "She's an unwed mother. She was helpless. I was just accompanying her for the checkup. The doctor must've misunderstood." Everyone braced for a dramatic scene. However, I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I only reached up and slowly removed the delicate flower hairpiece from my head. I set the hairpiece down. Then I looked Charlie in the eyes and spoke calmly. "You're right. It is sad that she’s pregnant and all alone. "This marriage proposal was meant for her. Not me." I gave a faint smile. "May you enjoy a blissful life. And… congratulations on the baby."