Patricia Cheeks

Richard Allan alias Richie (38 tahun) – seorang pembunuh bayaran diasingkan ke sebuah desa kecil di selatan Amerika setelah memergoki boss-nya berselingkuh. Dalam pengasingannya itu Richie berkenalan dengan Patricia Carol alias Patty (19 tahun) – seorang pelayan bar. Patty yang masih belia terpana dengan ketampanan dan kejantanan Richie. Hingga gadis itupun dengan mudah merelakan dirinya jatuh dalam pelukan Richie. Hari-hari mereka pun dipenuhi dengan adegan percintaan yang panas. Sampai akhirnya sebuah fakta terungkap, bahwa Patty harus dia bunuh untuk bisa membalaskan dendam atas pembataian keluarganya belasan tahun lalu. "Patty, seandainya kau memilih kematian dan aku, mana yang akan kau pilih?” tanya Richie dengan tangan gemetar, ragu untuk menarik pelatuk di tangannya. "Kematian! Karena lebih menyakitkan mencintaimu daripada menghadapi maut!” jawab Patty berucap tegas, setegas tatapannya. Pertarungan antara cinta dan dendam, manakah yang akan menang? Follow : @caffeinated_writer88

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

There I was, totally perplexed by the color of his eyes and his intense and expressionless gaze, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and for some strange reason I looked away, which surprised me even more, he turned his face in another direction and went on his way... Who was this man whose presence overwhelmed me, whose eyes mesmerized me? I could only be a kind of God on earth because it was impossible for a simple mortal to be so perfect, so beautiful, so incredible... What I didn't know is that this being would quickly become the center of all my problems and all my pleasures. "Because when seduction not only overrides your sanity but your whole being, you know you're lost"

"We are not related by blood, there is nothing wrong in what we are doing." He assured her. "What if Dad and Mom find out?" She asked. "That's why we have to keep it a secret," he said, caressing her cheeks as their lips locked. Camilla falls in love with her stepbrother, Andrew who is one year older than her. He is twenty-one years old while she is twenty. Everything about him drives her crazy. Things seem to be perfect as their little secret is kept hidden not until Derek, Andrew's best friend, gets their shady acts on tape and threatens her with it. Is it advisable to screw two best friends? Will Andrew believe she was only doing him a favor?

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

"I will forever be your nightmare and you can't run from me, you are my whore!", David whispered into her ears as tears rolled down her cheeks Elena Brooks was tortured, abused, and betrayed by her husband, David Paul, the very man she loved with all her heart. And after she was cast out to die and rot in shame, she crossed paths with a daredevil who was no other person than her husband's top enemy and uncle, Mark Russell. A ruthless man whose wealth commanded respect and fear in the entire city. Will she offer her loyalty to the feared billionaire in exchange for an opportunity to get revenge on her ex-husband and make him suffer?. Or run back to David and beg with tears, to redeem herself and their broken relationship?. Read to find out the intriguing, sad, and heartbreaking paths of this journey.

[Guaranteed good R-18 content | Gore | NO RAPE] "Remove your panties and spread your legs!" Alpha Cyrus Rhaziel commanded her, while settling in the sofa opposite to the bed. His awaiting gaze was fixated over the terrified blonde girl. "Your...your highness?" Danielle, the bought sex slave, couldn't refuse her master. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she exposed her womanhood in front of him to stare. "Play with yourself!" She was stunned over the demand and shakily slipped her hand between thighs. The alpha never touched or pleased her, daily humiliation was her fate now. Her sin? Being Cyrus Rhaziel's mate. How dare a filthy brothel dancer could be the counter of his curse? -*-*-*-*-*- - Completed. - Rushed ending | Abrupt pace. - Last chapter is 70th.

Fui sola al concierto de mi cantante favorito. En la parte de las dedicatorias, el corazón me latía con fuerza. Recé en silencio para que la suerte me escogiera a mí. Pero al siguiente segundo, en la pantalla gigante apareció mi esposo, que supuestamente estaba de viaje por trabajo, y a su lado estaba su primer amor, Patricia Castellón. —Quiero pedir una canción: "Volver al pasado", volver tres años atrás, cuando Nicolás jamás habría terminado con Patricia. El público estalló en aplausos y vítores, celebrando aquella historia de amor. Solo yo, entre la multitud, me quedé con el rostro empapado en lágrimas. En la siguiente ronda de dedicatorias, de pronto vi en la pantalla mi propia cara hinchada de tanto llorar. —Yo también quiero pedir "Volver al pasado", volver al momento en que nunca habría aceptado la propuesta de matrimonio de Nicolás Varas.

WARNING: [R18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT Si Alvin ay bahagi ng isang mapait subalit matamis na nakaraan ni Patricia na pinilit niyang takasan. Ito ay matapos ang maraming ulit niyang nagawang ipagkaloob ang sarili sa lalaki. Para siyang gamu-gamo na naakit sa kagandahan apoy at paghahangad na palaging ipinadarama sa kaniya ng binata, sa kabila iyon ng katotohanang alam niyang pwede siyang mapaso, at ganoon nga ang nangyari. Pero sa hindi inaasahan pagkakataon ay muling nagtagpo ang landas nila kung saan kinailangan niyang sumailalim sa mismong pamamahala nito. Si Alvin bilang kaniyang amo at siya bilang sekretarya ng binata. At sa pagkakataong ito, hindi niya maunawaan kung bakit palagi ay nakikita niya ang galit sa mga mata nito tuwing tititigan niya. Pero kailangan niya ng trabaho, kailangan niya ng pera dahil kailangan niyang bawiin ang anak niya, at sa tulong ni Caleb, alam niyang magagawa niyang paghigantihan ang pamilya ni Robert, ang asawa niya na umapi sa kaniya. At hindi iyon pwedeng malaman ni Alvin.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.