Painful Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

known that Jose would want to examine her? Jose glared down at her coldly. The air was thick with danger, as if he were about to tear the kneeling girl apart. His phone vibrated, breaking the tension. It was Jose's. Brandy dared not even breathe. Jose released her chin, pulled out his phone, and answered, "Speak." She didn't know what the other person said, but Jose ended the call unilaterally. He shot a cold glance at the disheveled girl on the floor and turned to leave. Brandy's body went limp, and she nearly collapsed. Dealing with the terrifying Jose always drained her energy. Did he spare her? Or was it just temporary? Brandy struggled to her feet, her body weak and soaked. She couldn'

No matter how much he tried to endure, no matter how much he tried to stay invisible, this house would always be a prison. Arden laid on the cold floor, his body trembling with pain that clawed at every inch of him. His back burned like fire, the iron’s mark still fresh, searing through his skin with every breath. His arms shook as he tried to push himself up, but the weight of his uncle’s blows and the sharp ache in his ribs forced him down again. His uncle and aunt had just left, leaving only silence. A silence broken by the shallow gasps that left Arden’s lips. He wished it would end. The pain. Everything.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

He brought the book down again, harder this time on the other cheek, and the pain shot straight to my clit like lightning. I bit my arm to keep from screaming but another moan slipped out anyway because fuck it felt good mixed with the burn. He kept spanking me with that book, over and over, alternating sides, each smack louder and sharper than the last. My ass was on fire after the fifth one, hot and throbbing, and every time the book landed my pussy clenched so tight more juices squirted out of me and ran down my thighs. I was crying now, real tears rolling down my face onto the papers, but my hips kept pushing back into every hit like my body had a mind of its own.

BDSM: Slave 24/7 Plus more bonus chapters of all the characters you've come to love. Brody and Kylie's Story is Book 3 right after Daniel and Natalia.

] A few seconds felt like forever before her phone vibrated with a reply. Gian: [Be patient.] Kirana drew in a deep breath, but the burning sensation did not fade. Instead, the discomfort spreading through her body intensified, creeping from her chest to every limb. Her hands clutched the pillow tightly as she tried to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor. Moments later, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gian's confused voice. "Kirana! What's wrong with you?" Kirana turned her head slightly, panic blazing in her eyes. She could barely stand steadily. Her body felt weak, trembling violently, and the waves of heat seemed to overwhelm every bit of her self control. She reached t

I needed to return it, I had to see her again, but with time, just a few minutes, and the urge to flip through the book once more arose. Was it so wrong that I wanted a little insight into her mind? I wanted to know her more than I already did. I gave into the greed before long. I steadied myself in a comfortable position on my reading table and started. May 18, There's no way out. I write even now as my hands ache and my head hurts from trying to contain the pain. I wonder if fifteen years is not enough time to adjust to pain. The beatings still hurt as much, my body still reacts the same way. This is my curse.

Real words got punished hard. The iron pressed down right above her left ass cheek. Sssssssssss. The smell of her own burning flesh hit her nose first. Then the pain exploded—white-hot, deeper than anything he’d done before. Mia screamed into the bit until her throat tore raw, body thrashing so hard the stocks creaked. Piss shot out of her in a hot spray, running down her trembling thighs. Damien kept the iron there, grinding it in, making sure the big “D” inside the horseshoe scar burned permanent and deep.

I’ve been away from the app for a while and I was surprised to see how much gem you’ve given PMJ, Wilmarie Vazquez. Thank you so much, babe… I never expected anyone to love this book, much less stay until the end because it contains so much pain.