Pepper Blossom End Rot Novels & Stories

"After hiding from me for three years, I've finally found you," I say to her, my eyes scanning her from head to toe. "I wasn't hiding. I was simply living my life without you," she scoffs at me, crossing her arms. "It doesn't matter anyway, because here you are now. You look beautiful." "Mr Partridge, I'd appreciate it if we kept things between us strictly professional." There she goes again, calling me by my last name, which was once her own. "We're not working right now. Let's just talk." "Mr Partridge, have a good evening." As she walks away, I'm so captivated by her confidence that I only stand in place and watch her the entire time. I see no trace of the vulnerable woman who was once my wife. Not only is she bold and beautiful, but she hates me. ~~~ Three months after her miscarriage, Layla is served divorce papers by her billionaire husband, Nathan. He wants her to leave because he's reconnected with the girl of his dreams. This leaves Layla shattered and no amount of begging can make him change his mind. Though she starts from scratch in a new town, they meet again three years later. He's now her new boss and this time, he's desperate to win her back With only a thirst for revenge in her heart and a new man in her life who's also a billionaire, is there even the slightest possibility of Nathan getting a second chance to make things right with her? Or is he too late and will live the rest of his life wishing he should've cherished her?

Amelia Montgomery is one of Rosewood High's cheerleaders along with her best friend Stella Hayes. Her and Stella have been friends ever since kindergarten when Amelia fell off the monkey bars and Stella helped her up afterwards. Stella has a brother named Easton Hayes and he has always teased Amelia since she was seven. They both agreed that they thought he was a heartless prick who treats girls like rubbish. One Friday night Amelia decided to go to a party. At the party Amelia ends up slipping and falling into her worst enemies lap, but what makes the situation worse is the fact that some drunk dude accidentally stumbles into her causing her to slide forward and lock lips with none other than Easton Hayes. Oh how Amelia's life couldn't be anymore ruined. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I lean in so that our noses are touching which causes us to close our eyes as our breaths become more harsher. "I can't stand being friends with you. Everytime I see you all I want to do is push you against a wall and kiss you" he whispers out which makes me smile a little "So, what are you going to do about it?" I ask him teasingly with a breathless voice "This" he says before he connects our lips which makes me reach up and place my hands on his cheeks.

Warning: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Inside these pages are stories that will make your pulse race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts turn deliciously wicked. There’s dominance and surrender, sweetness and sin, soft whispers and rough hands. If you don’t like being teased, tempted, or broken in the best ways possible… TURN BACK NOW!!!!! ... Each story is a taste of something different — tender, wild, sweet, rough, soft, filthy. They’ll make you blush, gasp, and crave more. These are not just tales of lust — they’re stories of connection, of losing yourself in the moment, of bodies that speak louder than words. Some will make you sigh. Some will make you squirm. All of them will leave you wanting another page. So if you’re ready for a collection that makes your heart flutter and your skin burn… Step into the world of Touch Me Tender, Break Me Wild. Because love can be gentle... But sometimes, it’s so much better when it hurts just right.

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.

WARNING** If you are scared of Sin, LEAVE!! SURRENDER TO SIN is not suitable for under 18s and deadly for above 18. It contains explicit content and morally questionable themes. “Mmm, fuck,” Vincent groaned. “That’s it, girls. Worship your stepdaddy’s cock.” Clara pushed her head forward. She took more of his massive length in her mouth. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she kept going. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin. Sara continued sucking his balls, her tongue bathing them before she licked up the thick shaft. After a while, they switched places. Sara took his cock deep into her throat. His size made her choke. Clara took over his balls. She caressed them with her tongue until Vincent's legs shook. “Fuck, your mouths feel so good,” Vincent groaned. His hips pushed forward. He looked down at them, watching their beautiful faces work his cock. “You're such naughty little sluts for your stepdaddy.” SURRENDER TO SIN, contains 60 Stories that would keep your hands in your pants. One night is never enough. Dive into a world of unchecked desire and breathless encounters. From the heat of a forbidden office romance to the slow burn of a chance meeting someone you secretly desire and don’t know they desire you. Every story is a journey into the heart of passion and your secret desire. Are you ready to submit to sin?

“ You lied to me! You weren’t who you showed yourself to be! I hate-“ before she could say those three words, I sealed her mouth shut with a rough kiss.

Sera Winters has no idea her life is about to end the moment her mother lies to her face. Told they’re visiting family friends, Sera arrives at the isolated Thorn estate only to discover she’s been sold to pay her stepfather’s debt—offered up to three powerful Alpha brothers as the sacrifice they never asked for but desperately need. Caelan, Daxen, and Kieran are dying from an ancient curse, and Sera’s rare Luna bloodline is the only thing keeping them alive. Trapped with no family to return to and three men who need her willing participation to survive, Sera realizes her captivity isn’t just physical it’s moral. If she runs, they die. If she stays, she risks losing herself completely to a supernatural bond she never chose . Now Sera faces an impossible choice: Submit to the bond tying her to three Alphas… or fight for freedom, even if it destroys them all.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

A chain of Events causes a drift in the Gustavo Family that leads to the death of their mother and the exile of Diego the eldest son. The tragedy leaves the family in shambles but they manage to survive, rebuild and climb up the ladder in the criminal underworld. Six years later and the eldest son who has been living in New York decides it is time to return home and face the responsibilities he ran away from head on, it is time for everybody to know the truth for he harbors a great secret that very few know; a girl that should be dead. Irene is the love of Diego’s life and the object of Alejandro’s desires but due to an accident that leaves her for dead and causes her to lose her memory she doesn’t remember either of them. Diego in order to keep her safe must keep his distance from the woman he loves , watching and protecting her from the shadows waiting patiently for the day she remembers who he is and hoping that when she eventually does he has not become too much of a monster for her to recognize him. This decision to return begins a war between him and his twin brother Alejandro who hates and blames him for the events that led to the death of their mother. Alejandro fears that the return of his brother will threaten his place of succession to their family’s business and thus a power struggle begins between two brothers who once loved each other but now consider themselves as mortal enemies. A war for money, status and most importantly for love.

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed. Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins. In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work. When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement. "You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!" From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright. I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources. In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.